Monday, February 28, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Never In Peace
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Sometimes I just want to be an ashole
Because atleast that would be fun
And you would feel me too
Pressing your soft side
Where you worked so hard to keep clean
But I never do
I don’t do unto others I do not wish done to me
Not in trouble
Never in peace
Never in peace
If only you could count the times I’ve felt this way
If you could count the sunsets of all time
The specs of sand on the California coast
The stars in the sky
I can count high
The amount I’ve been low
I don't even want you to know this much
Becaue I don't even want you to know me
I don't want to know me like this
But I especially don't want you to know this little peace I've found in writing this
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*********************** head
Sometimes I just want to be an ashole
Because atleast that would be fun
And you would feel me too
Pressing your soft side
Where you worked so hard to keep clean
But I never do
I don’t do unto others I do not wish done to me
Not in trouble
Never in peace
Never in peace
If only you could count the times I’ve felt this way
If you could count the sunsets of all time
The specs of sand on the California coast
The stars in the sky
I can count high
The amount I’ve been low
I don't even want you to know this much
Becaue I don't even want you to know me
I don't want to know me like this
But I especially don't want you to know this little peace I've found in writing this
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
A Slave to the Tides?
Droughts come and go
A slave to the tides
Heat will make us see what we need
When water flows, we bath in the wealth of the seas
Duchesses and Kings will stay high in their castles
Never worry of the changing weather below the clouds
And as long as we look up to the gods for help
We’ll never make most of what we have underneath
A slave to the tides
Heat will make us see what we need
When water flows, we bath in the wealth of the seas
Duchesses and Kings will stay high in their castles
Never worry of the changing weather below the clouds
And as long as we look up to the gods for help
We’ll never make most of what we have underneath
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- Words are our outright melody and no one else is going to play the songs you feel but yourself. Let me be more esoteric....just kidding. You may ask when reading my poetry, why do I use metaphors so often? After thinking that through, I honestly don't know why. My guess would be that language, though freeing, can also be restrictive. Especially in terms of expressing ourselves in attempt to understand ourselves. I, personally, get stuck in gears sometimes and I like to expand and break through traditional understanding of the concept at hand. I like to read what I'm feeling in different forms, and see if the language can lossen up more.