sacred
as i plot
(my way) out
of here,
i feel
you nudge me,
little
black nose
on the back of my neck
and
the dusty rabbits scatter.
i wrote
it down, about you,
(my vanity),
upending
all the rightness
i have won
to
see how
you send me, less
than confidently,
awkwardly (and tenaciously)
in the direction
of
my dreams...
Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Name In The Sand by Brenda Xu
holga
i am not afraid.
bells
ring and sun shines, i
walk
down the awkward street
with
cherry blossoms in my hair
and
i see you.
straight into the light
i stare,
eyes small and senses heightened,
lifting up my hopes
on
wings like doves
and
i hoist myself with them
into the air,
taking off.
the
blossoms
look angelic...
i am not afraid.
bells
ring and sun shines, i
walk
down the awkward street
with
cherry blossoms in my hair
and
i see you.
straight into the light
i stare,
eyes small and senses heightened,
lifting up my hopes
on
wings like doves
and
i hoist myself with them
into the air,
taking off.
the
blossoms
look angelic...
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Lesson Learned by Ray LaMontagne
shepherd
if nothing else (i know)
how
to make a / first impression
lifting
solid
hearts and pushing them
through breezy soil,
downtrodden
fabrics / bring us down.
i
come in (low),
swoop down
like / dresses made of birds
and
lonely nests in grass
/
i know.
you
will remember me,
even
if
i don't grow...
if nothing else (i know)
how
to make a / first impression
lifting
solid
hearts and pushing them
through breezy soil,
downtrodden
fabrics / bring us down.
i
come in (low),
swoop down
like / dresses made of birds
and
lonely nests in grass
/
i know.
you
will remember me,
even
if
i don't grow...
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Another Like You (Piano Version) by Sean Fournier
buzz
a thread floats (through
the air)
and
lands in my eye
(i see you) even
still,
and i float around
you
like an orb,
drifting
through the air.
i
find you.
i float through
the air...
hi.
a thread floats (through
the air)
and
lands in my eye
(i see you) even
still,
and i float around
you
like an orb,
drifting
through the air.
i
find you.
i float through
the air...
hi.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Please Don't Tell Her by Jason Mraz
hello (go)
without saying
(a word)
i melt
in your hands, i don't
see
but (i) put my
ear / rings on for you,
(sun) shiny jewel tone people
walking
and
head / bands
in shapes
(resembling you).
i walk down the street
/
away
/
from you,
as i slowly fade.
this dream
(i had), it melts
like liquid gold in
hot chocolate
summer hearts...
without saying
(a word)
i melt
in your hands, i don't
see
but (i) put my
ear / rings on for you,
(sun) shiny jewel tone people
walking
and
head / bands
in shapes
(resembling you).
i walk down the street
/
away
/
from you,
as i slowly fade.
this dream
(i had), it melts
like liquid gold in
hot chocolate
summer hearts...
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Full of Grace by Sarah McLachlan
pink azalea
how many times (i found you)
i
don't know, but
everywhere
i turn / i reach
so
much further
towards
finding you (i find the sun) and
days
like this
come, they go.
quickly
i turn. / i breach
the
oath (i swore to you) to
stand blithely
beside you
and
now
i grow alone. (how many times
i
found you, left you...)
how many times (i found you)
i
don't know, but
everywhere
i turn / i reach
so
much further
towards
finding you (i find the sun) and
days
like this
come, they go.
quickly
i turn. / i breach
the
oath (i swore to you) to
stand blithely
beside you
and
now
i grow alone. (how many times
i
found you, left you...)
Saturday, April 24, 2010
I Need to Know by Kris Allen
imply
i keep running
duck
(and cover)
holding on.
in the morning,
birds
swim beside sun-shine (and)
trees wallow
in the willow water, waiting
for their savior
to come.
we drive home
the point. it
is endless, this chase, (this mockery)
of the insane trouble
you
keep around yourself
like
fleece (and feathers),
to insulate your heart
from
the derivations of the flock...
i keep running
duck
(and cover)
holding on.
in the morning,
birds
swim beside sun-shine (and)
trees wallow
in the willow water, waiting
for their savior
to come.
we drive home
the point. it
is endless, this chase, (this mockery)
of the insane trouble
you
keep around yourself
like
fleece (and feathers),
to insulate your heart
from
the derivations of the flock...
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