listen, or else.
listen, or else.
Does anyone know if this is an existing song? I can hear a woman singing it in my head… And if it isn’t, and you know someone in the song business who can do something with it, send them to me! Can you pass this along your tumblrs so someone can tell me it’s a song, or who could use the lyrics?
You’re the only good man I’ve known;
And you’re the only one that’s shown
me(eeeee) true happiness.
I want you,
I need you,
To carry me away.
Peace, all I long for is your quiet company
Where do you run to when I need you
Somewhere far from sanity, lingering on the beach
I reach, I feel chaos; you’re gone
Down the road is so far when every thought is in a car
In my head, a constant traffic jam I don’t want
Where is my 4 am? A solitary highway
To the conclusion I’ve been seeking all my life
Disjointed, yes. I can’t apologize, for the words
Reside in another lobe of my seizing conscience.
Gripping one last time to the lull, a fleeting mellowness.
Cold salt shock, roaring eardrums, struggling to not intake…
Aching, burning, farewell. Suck in the confusion,
False substitute, it grates against my last grain of tolerance.
You… slacker. Peace, you’re never here for me, but
I wouldn’t know for I have given in to your nemesis.
What am I when the words don’t connect,
a scribbler of nonsense that’s imperfect?
I put down word, sentence, comma, dots;
All that comes out is a tangle of knots.
When nothing grabs my fantasy
I feel like I’m unable to be me.
I want every composition to
flow together unique and new:
there’s magic even in the simple sentences
there’s a purpose even without a noun or verb
there’s a reason I can’t write today
Maybe this is what I had to say.
I just want you to hold me
in your soul’s embrace
I just want you to tell me
you love me, you want me
I just want you to lay with me
I just want you.
Friend in the mirror
Blurred through steam
When you speak, I hear
My own voice scream
I reach out to you
Trying to see clearer;
The fogged mirror.
Our fingers touch and
Trace a heart together.
There is no other friend
Like my Mirror Sister.
do silly things
Snorkle through the coral reef
Along a flowery boulevard in a quaint European town,
a strange light-hearted scene was right about to go down.
Betwixt grass blades, unnoticed by most, a scuffle arose.
About whether or not Moses’s toe was actually a rose.
“My great grandpappy was there!” an inch worm insisted,
yet the butterfly swore the story’d been twisted.
“More like a fungus, a toadstool, I’d heard”
“Bah, you’ve just been bamboozled by Pharaoh’s fell word.”
A tumbleweed rolled through and the butterfly farted.
I think that’s the end of it right there.
Oh to be a cat,
A cat without a care,
Carefully grooming my paw,
Pawing catnip toys,
Toying with mice and bugs,
Bugging my owner for food,
Food whenever I please,
Please is a word I would never say,
Say “meow” all day and night,
Night would be my time to prowl,
Prowl along alleyways and gutters,
Gutturally growling, tail standing aloof,
Aloof towards all I come across,
Across the world I would wander,
Wandering selfishly in the moment,
Momentarily pausing to see
Seas, mountains, plains, sights,
Sigh… Oh to be a cat.
(195/365) 18 November 2010
I reveal spinning stars twinkling along my universe
each light my own imagining, my own creation
What is this place, my life, but a mystical verse
Each celestial body in random but perfect formation.