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Blues
Baritone made to bear loads
of emotion, husky promises and dirty lies.
Oh, you carry me away--
you’re my drug, my irresponsibility
the reason I can’t leave. Until midnight,
when the storm and your tempestuous tone
tell me it’s too late to go.
You groan in the morning
like the creak of an old tired bed
that never aspired to more than one;
like the growl of some beast, naturally
born to flaunt plumage and not to nest.
I never wanted to expect warmth,
to fall asleep to someone else’s scent.
I know your voice is just vibration
I know feeling is just friction
I know the structure of the chemicals
that twist my thoughts to you.
I know patterns of passion
as I watch you in the wild
I know the siren’s song
and it’s the blues.
Ever since before I knew you
you’ve been the tears
I can’t sing away.
before:
You swam out to fetch the symbolic red bucket
washed up on the sandbar
What it meant--
I never really cared.
after:
You swim out to fetch a symbolic red bucket
abandoned on the sandbar.
I never really cared
what it might have meant.
Slightly better, I think, so the Fountain will be suffering through this on Monday.
bumper stickers
the illustrated guide to breaking your computer
about music and marketing
also, "Blogging Their Hearts Out" -- "high school blogging appears to develop maturity as well as creativity"
where i'll be for half of spring break
and the other half
I googled for "things that would amuse me" and this is what I found
All right, folks, looking for a bit of advice here. How do you flirt with a guy you're friends with without seeming:
a.) desperate
b.) insane
c.) stalkerish
d.) like just friends wouldn't be enough
...And just when I was resigned and nice and comfortable, I get my excuses pulled out from under me. Would guys like me, do you think, if I lost thirty pounds and wore makeup?
Blues
Baritone made to bear loads
of emotion, husky promises and dirty lies.
Oh, you carry me away--
you’re my drug, my irresponsibility
the reason I can’t leave. Until midnight,
when the storm and your tempestuous tone
tell me it’s too late to go.
You groan in the morning
like the creak of an old tired bed
that never aspired to more than one;
like the growl of some beast, naturally
born to flaunt plumage and not to nest.
I never wanted to expect warmth,
to fall asleep to someone else’s scent.
I know your voice is just vibration
I know feeling is just friction
I know the structure of the chemicals
that twist my thoughts to you.
I know patterns of passion
as I watch you in the wild
I know the siren’s song
and it’s the blues.
Ever since before I knew you
you’ve been the tears
I can’t sing away.
before:
You swam out to fetch the symbolic red bucket
washed up on the sandbar
What it meant--
I never really cared.
after:
You swim out to fetch a symbolic red bucket
abandoned on the sandbar.
I never really cared
what it might have meant.
Slightly better, I think, so the Fountain will be suffering through this on Monday.
bumper stickers
the illustrated guide to breaking your computer
about music and marketing
also, "Blogging Their Hearts Out" -- "high school blogging appears to develop maturity as well as creativity"
where i'll be for half of spring break
and the other half
I googled for "things that would amuse me" and this is what I found
All right, folks, looking for a bit of advice here. How do you flirt with a guy you're friends with without seeming:
a.) desperate
b.) insane
c.) stalkerish
d.) like just friends wouldn't be enough
...And just when I was resigned and nice and comfortable, I get my excuses pulled out from under me. Would guys like me, do you think, if I lost thirty pounds and wore makeup?