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Anuhea Jenkins - Big Deal
Jun. 16th, 2009 | 03:38 pm
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your story...
May. 8th, 2009 | 04:17 pm
the sound of your voice
swing swings on my heartstrings
like a melody to eternity.
oh to hear that sound again...
oh to be your muse...
it is my lovely lullaby
and you my dream come true.
having watched you inhale and exhale in detail
as you recounted your daily news,
you shared with me the troubles you had
and all the humorous truths
though you always saved the best for last
when the time had come to part,
before the distance overcame our souls
you shared with me your heart
whispering "oh how i will miss you so"
you are an like an exciting novel to me
of which i can not let go.
I'd take all the minutes my life still holds
to read your pages through.
swing swings on my heartstrings
like a melody to eternity.
oh to hear that sound again...
oh to be your muse...
it is my lovely lullaby
and you my dream come true.
having watched you inhale and exhale in detail
as you recounted your daily news,
you shared with me the troubles you had
and all the humorous truths
though you always saved the best for last
when the time had come to part,
before the distance overcame our souls
you shared with me your heart
whispering "oh how i will miss you so"
you are an like an exciting novel to me
of which i can not let go.
I'd take all the minutes my life still holds
to read your pages through.
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Esthero - Fastlane
Apr. 26th, 2009 | 11:22 am
"You can tie my hands behind my back And lick your initials in my neck..... foreplay does nothing for me, but commitment makes me wet. I already know you're having an affair with words ....but boo... i'm married to it.... My vocabulary leaves most men wary... i need to know.... can you get into it?" This is so torturous, I know that I shouldn't, but I can not resist Just what is it that you are weaving that's keeping my body from leaving? Your presence is lingering longer than I thought it would And I feel that I should succumb to your majik cause I know you're just as… Strong as an earthquake, bright as a shinin' star I remember the fragrance, I just couldn't believe I'd come so far for Love in the fast lane, as my sanity quickly passed me by Yeah I left it all behind Battling, battling, these feelings are traveling Quicker than a flick of lightning, you were tightening Round my heart and won't slow down Burning hotter than the world underground I'm feeling like cupid's fool, what to do? And the arrow's headed straight for you you I don't wanna love another, gotta keep this undercover Brother I'm about to explode, I am… Strong as an earthquake, bright as a shinin' star I remember the fragrance, I just couldn't believe I'd come so far for Love in the fast lane, as my sanity quickly passed me by Yeah I left it all behind Jelleestone chats.... "would you let me lick you with alliteration and tie you up with similies? Give you pain and pleasure with solliquies until you beg me for release.... I think we can have the ebonic plague solution... lace me with your lexiconic seed and in 9 months we can start to raise the revolution" Strong as an earthquake, bright as a shinin' star I remember the fragrance, I just couldn't believe I'd come so far for Love in the fast lane, as my sanity quickly passed me by Yeah I left it all behind Strong as an earthquake, bright as a shinin' star I remember the fragrance, I just couldn't believe I'd come so far for Love in the fast lane, as my sanity quickly passed me by Yeah I left it all behind
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quote #4
Apr. 25th, 2009 | 10:49 am
"Primitive life is very common and intelligent life is fairly rare." (stephen hawking)
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my latest addiction
Apr. 20th, 2009 | 12:19 am
Friendly Fire -Skeleton Boy
I close my eyes on the dancefloor Forget about you I lose myself in flashing colors I've gotta see it through You're too much, I take it that we're over should we even care at all? You're too much, too much Shake hands and say goodbye Your love is out But even despite it all Give me your hand Let's face this night and see it through x2 Right by my feet, lay broken glasses Skeleton boy Sweat from the walls, drips on my shoulder I gotta see it through You're too much, I take it that we're over Should we even care at all? You're too much, too much Shake hands and say goodbye Your love is out But even despite it all Give me your hand Let's face this night and see it through x2 Your love is out But even despite it all Give me your hand Let's face this night and see it through x2
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quote #3
Mar. 19th, 2009 | 06:26 pm
"i believe listening to be one of the most powerful and influential techniques of human intercourse."
<Karl Menninger>
<Karl Menninger>
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destination unsure...
Feb. 24th, 2009 | 12:52 am
full of stagnant potholes and faded directions.
With cautionary signs signaling possible cautions.
Hitchhikers asking to spare some change
All the while I keep thinking I need to save.
With many turns I could have taken.
Somehow I’ve managed to avoid dead ends.
And unmapped locations, with geographically confused strangers
I’ve seen signs teasing me of better options,
Like independence in far off destinations
With two week acquaintances, who promised better living?
How and why, when they barely know me, as I hardly know myself
I am still figuring things out, so I close my ears and shelter my eyes
From all the possible memories I choose to deny.
For I think to myself though I may hinder me now,
I do it in best interest for my future self.
Experiencing things at my own pace
Those unknown memories will be mine one day
i just need to be ready for things I've
yet to try and welcome the new days
when I am willing to wave goodbye.
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relief...
Feb. 15th, 2009 | 12:29 am
ocean spray,
sand strewn mists of emotion.
staggering to moon's millennia hold.
forward, backward, then skyward.
always returning, continuously
grasping, needs unknown.
carelessly caressed
rigid boundaries.
taken in breaks, ebbs, and flows.
taper and soften.
reveal weathered stories permanent.
Of a time not long ago.
This blanket of depth
comforts loss from above.
enveloping carefully, needed relief.
Expansive seagreen sea beds,
silence’s eternal hold.
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eight hours
Feb. 4th, 2009 | 11:50 pm
i stand fairly quietly behind this
large display case of black an silver make.
every few minutes spraying some form of carbon monoxide,
to keep fresh and colorful the contents within.
waiting for the next passersby
i feign interest in their cheer,
except for the few i know.
taking time with their requests
i can distract the hours endless hold.
when things get slow ill manage some other duty.
my pants, shirt, and self absorb the aroma of hard work.
and will follow me through out the day.
every so often ill get some nuisance
who wants everything like so.
and with a smug face they'll keep at it
and really piss me off.
just take it the way i give it
i wish i that i could say.
if its to much of a hassle
just come back another day.
cause i ain't got what you want and
it ain't comin in today.
and if they pushed any further i'd reason
to then pull out this phrase my sister taught
me just a few day ago.
in which she pulled her lower eyelid down
and with her hand she said,
"does it look like i care!
cause i really don't give a damn."
for eight hours i stand
observing the view in front of me.
walking back and forth
standing fairly quietly
waiting for my next passersby
i so can't wait to leave this place and
part with a goodbye.
large display case of black an silver make.
every few minutes spraying some form of carbon monoxide,
to keep fresh and colorful the contents within.
waiting for the next passersby
i feign interest in their cheer,
except for the few i know.
taking time with their requests
i can distract the hours endless hold.
when things get slow ill manage some other duty.
my pants, shirt, and self absorb the aroma of hard work.
and will follow me through out the day.
every so often ill get some nuisance
who wants everything like so.
and with a smug face they'll keep at it
and really piss me off.
just take it the way i give it
i wish i that i could say.
if its to much of a hassle
just come back another day.
cause i ain't got what you want and
it ain't comin in today.
and if they pushed any further i'd reason
to then pull out this phrase my sister taught
me just a few day ago.
in which she pulled her lower eyelid down
and with her hand she said,
"does it look like i care!
cause i really don't give a damn."
for eight hours i stand
observing the view in front of me.
walking back and forth
standing fairly quietly
waiting for my next passersby
i so can't wait to leave this place and
part with a goodbye.
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random thoughts...
Jan. 25th, 2009 | 08:18 pm
a harsh world it is
when hearts move on,
forget the one you know
for someone you do not
I awake in the morning to find your just...
a broken memory of the one i needed to care
I do not wish to see you,
forcefully i talk time by
you still engage my sensory
as my heart it slowly lies.
when hearts move on,
forget the one you know
for someone you do not
I awake in the morning to find your just...
a broken memory of the one i needed to care
I do not wish to see you,
forcefully i talk time by
you still engage my sensory
as my heart it slowly lies.
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enough...
Dec. 20th, 2008 | 11:18 pm
i wish break-ups were easier, that they were painless.
instead i have this overwhelming loneliness lingering
every night i get into bed
for then my heart remembers you won't be here tonight,
and you won't be here in the morning.
you won't ever call me when i yearn to hear your voice.
but you'll call me to tell me of things i don't want to hear.
i wish i didn't feel so much,
i wish i never loved you so much
maybe then this would not be so hard.
i wish you loved me as much as i loved you.
that i was always your first thought when you woke up every morning,
and your first thought before you went to bed.
i wish i was the kiss you yearned for every minute, of every hour, of every day.
that i was the face you longed to see, and the one you longed to hold
and i was the person you needed most, to bring you a brighter day
i wish i was enough.
if only you could see that.
but you don't
because your to young
you made it serious
then you threw it all out.
now i'm stuck,
having put all my effort in
leaving my heart to hang
now i'm just to old
now i'm just to clingy
now i'm just no one.
i wished i was enough
i wished you would have seen that.
instead i have this overwhelming loneliness lingering
every night i get into bed
for then my heart remembers you won't be here tonight,
and you won't be here in the morning.
you won't ever call me when i yearn to hear your voice.
but you'll call me to tell me of things i don't want to hear.
i wish i didn't feel so much,
i wish i never loved you so much
maybe then this would not be so hard.
i wish you loved me as much as i loved you.
that i was always your first thought when you woke up every morning,
and your first thought before you went to bed.
i wish i was the kiss you yearned for every minute, of every hour, of every day.
that i was the face you longed to see, and the one you longed to hold
and i was the person you needed most, to bring you a brighter day
i wish i was enough.
if only you could see that.
but you don't
because your to young
you made it serious
then you threw it all out.
now i'm stuck,
having put all my effort in
leaving my heart to hang
now i'm just to old
now i'm just to clingy
now i'm just no one.
i wished i was enough
i wished you would have seen that.
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newpaper quote #2
Dec. 8th, 2008 | 08:47 pm
"we often take for granted the very things that most deserve our gratitude"
<Cynthia Ozick>
<Cynthia Ozick>
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fix you...
Dec. 8th, 2008 | 08:36 pm
i keep on thinking there is something i am able to do
something that will make everything alright
something that will make 'us' feel alright
but i know that will probably never happen
i know its just me thinking i am capable of fixing things
but i can't fix something that is not broken
and its such a sad thing that your not
sometimes the reality of the head conflicts with the reality of the heart
something that will make everything alright
something that will make 'us' feel alright
but i know that will probably never happen
i know its just me thinking i am capable of fixing things
but i can't fix something that is not broken
and its such a sad thing that your not
sometimes the reality of the head conflicts with the reality of the heart
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Frou Frou -hear me out
Dec. 8th, 2008 | 08:06 pm
I join the queue on your answer phone And all I am is holding breath Just pick up I know you're there Can't you hear? I'm not myself Oh, go ahead and lie to me You could say anything Small talk will be just fine Your voice is everything We owe to love And it all depends on you *(chorus) so listen up This sun hasn't set i refuse to believe that it's only me feeling Just hear me out I'm not over you yet (Love is on the line, can you handle it?) So how do I do normal? The smile I fake The permanent wave of cue cards and fix-it kits Can't you tell? I'm not myself I'm a slow motion accident Lost in coffee rings and fingerprints I don't wanna feel anything but I do And it all comes back to you * goes again (chorus) so listen up You've got me strained Just hear me out Don't make me wait I'm not myself I can't take this Love's on the line Is that your final answer? I join the queue on your answer phone And all I am is holding breath Just pick up, I know you're there... So listen up This sun hasn't set (I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling) Just hear me out I'm not over you yet (x2)
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first line of the first 20
Dec. 8th, 2008 | 07:29 pm
Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.
It's a drunken midnight on the streets Shoes crack where you walk Long, long ago Monday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to school I didn't mean to be so late I will never let you go Has our conscience shown? Seems like everyone else has a love just for them, Space ships can't tame the jungle I join the queue on your answer phone I do not This is the key that makes us wind up I like my covers to be heavy Well, hello baby Static tone on the phone are we breaking again No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore I guess I'm never coming by Yesterday was a cloudy day Puff the magic Jesus And the death of the atmosphere