i posted was two months ago, and i find myself in the exact same state of mind. but i dont just want to scream, no, i want to run away, very very far away, and not say goodbye, and not come back for awhile. if this was remotely possible that would be nice and maybe id be satisfied with just screaming for now. i dont want to grow up today or tomorrow. just need some time. to be where i want to be, doing whatever i feel, complete liberty. that feeling comes from time to time in small moments that pass much too quickly. at times when the clock settles down and the only thing left is a cigarette. mornings that the trees outside my window wake me up with birds and a familiar smell of rain. those seconds to myself when i feel completely alone. nothing is going to slow down and i dont have the energy to catch up. please, when i say the word, just
freeze.
Storytelling
Monday, June 21, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Violet Green
there's a young girl
who lives in the trees
she went up high to sing
and blew the first breeze
she plays with the birds
and makes lullabies
that dim skies to night time
she asks them how they
grow their wings
she only wants to fly
whispers and whistles
her dreams float south
they follow warmer wind
she melts the leaves
and freezes
time
until spring
when she tells the sun
to light up the world
so he shines
who lives in the trees
she went up high to sing
and blew the first breeze
she plays with the birds
and makes lullabies
that dim skies to night time
she asks them how they
grow their wings
she only wants to fly
whispers and whistles
her dreams float south
they follow warmer wind
she melts the leaves
and freezes
time
until spring
when she tells the sun
to light up the world
so he shines
Afternoon with Winter
I drink tea with Einstein,
share cigarettes with Thomas.
Peter Pan is in a cage sleeping by a lion,
she's been tamed.
Wind and heat collide
between guitar beats
water droplets
bowls of ash and seed
songs of planes
and cries of dead leaves.
Empty rooms
quiet eyes,
noon is as good as night time.
Bright light sleep
snow melting my feet
erasing footprints,
making tracks
all the cold blocks back.
share cigarettes with Thomas.
Peter Pan is in a cage sleeping by a lion,
she's been tamed.
Wind and heat collide
between guitar beats
water droplets
bowls of ash and seed
songs of planes
and cries of dead leaves.
Empty rooms
quiet eyes,
noon is as good as night time.
Bright light sleep
snow melting my feet
erasing footprints,
making tracks
all the cold blocks back.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
hook
i never meant
to grow old
the second star
was so far
out of reach
we're moving at light speed
you and me
i lose my breath
i rest
i sweat
i can't keep up
you're far away
the clocks change
we're on different days
keep my window in your sight
second house
to the right
to grow old
the second star
was so far
out of reach
we're moving at light speed
you and me
i lose my breath
i rest
i sweat
i can't keep up
you're far away
the clocks change
we're on different days
keep my window in your sight
second house
to the right
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