Listening To You Speak

Dedicated to Ruthless who laughs at my new relationship. haha

__________________________

I fell asleep

Listening to you speak

Beautiful as you make of me

You don't waste my time

You hear

I fell asleep

Dreaming of your reach to me

And hoping you don't

Leave me here

Fears come irrationally

Just like my tears

Emotionally

OH I fell asleep

Listening to you speak

I will listen to you forever

As long as you are talking to me.

I can't fall out of love with you

Oh I can't fall out of love with you

I listen to your rants and raves

About politics and whether it should rain

I fell asleep

Listening to you speak

Beautiful as you make of me

You don't waste my time

You hear

You don't waste my time

You hear

Safety Automobile

It never ends

This safety certain automobile

Of evidence from regret and painful loss

In the dependable and faithfull courses--

Nothing ever gets me there

Except the Hope of eventual

Nondispair

Why have I been so blind

To rank and imitate life in such

Unrepair?

I am stronger in my weakness

If I am able to remember

How weak I am

And how strong is the Great I Am--

Grant me overwhelming power

To live beyond the dependable hour

To look beyond and far above

My own shame of hearts and flowers--

If happy is blinded from reality

To be content and in love so I do desire

With dirt and grime--if only to stay

And remember that I am merely clay

good love

puppy dogs playing in the park
jasmine blossoms on the breeze
its spring time in the
park
on the long grass of my heart

you tame me
you make the clouds smile
the sun dazzle
the blues melt into the sky

why would i not want this
this nonsensical laughter
this compuslsion to chitter chatter
this need to blow dry my hair

im happy now
and all the future glory coulda bins
just dont line up to the firework display
of our joy in full aray

there are cellists playing
chopin melodies following me
day in day out

and i dont ache for the days of silence
or winter on the open plains
mising
and begging at the church for my broken little windswept heart.

youve put a map of a sun
over a postcard of the world
and given the space i take up a
raison d'etre

how could i not love, love?
give it the hope its due

how could i not love, love

skip away singing ooooo lalalala me and you, its just me and you lala lala
(whoop look a new born kitten! feel like knitting it some mittens. all is well so it is
hahaha la la la the sky never looked so green its time to share mango)

theres never been a better time to share a mango.

Goodnight

It's hard to not say

Goodnight to you

Every bone in my body

Every thought in my mind

Only wants to be where

You are tonight

Wherever you are

Whatever I do

It's hard to not say

Goodnight to you

The night is upon us

And I'm not with you

It's unnatural to be

So far from you're view

You are my last thought

And you are all

My dreams all night

But I want to awake

In your arms in the morning

It's hard to not be able to say

Goodnight to you

Goodnight to you

Goodnight to you

anyway

how can you forget

the sun

you can forget the world

you once created

I've prayed to you

I've prayed for you

I've worshipped you

I've cursed you

and prayed more

but you are not a god

and you can't forgive all this

you and i

see

and it's all gone

it's gone now

and whims and dreams

once thought were yours

and thoughts that were yours for sure

and all this pain

and all this gain

is going nowhere

and all this way

all of it today

I've found nothing

but you

but I am going home alone

anyway

Stuff and

the weather cleared my dear
across the wooly skies
in my head
instead of the acordian blues
i got a closer translation

words just travelled
stella speeds through the....where words travel from
and to?
well, they landed up on my door
the wooden fact of a doorframe is

stuff and
kind words my dears
and a visa with a return address on

to write you
you know that i would

if only i could
put recipiants in place
to feel the stomach whoop i felt
when that little buzzzz

came in on the internet just now

reality just dipped out and then collapsed. I
clear the clouds out and put a mountain top in its proper place.

sticks and bricks
little house i build with my own constellations
now its nonsense
but im made of the right stuff to enjoy it

Nonesense

I landed on the moon
But might have been
A little too soon
For the silk factory
In Timbuktu
Hadn't finished my superhero dress
And matching shoes
I came back
To sea monsters in my room
In perfect time
I'd wind up with you
Route 66 in Monterey
And London came to play
To be your girlfriend
To be your girlfriend
I'd travel to the moon
And I'd even conquer Portugal
Till I have hope in hell
I'd lie here in infernal traffic lights
In sick portability
For words that came out wrong
And wisdom beyond understanding
From Hong Kong and Timbuktu
I'd travel to the moon
and back again
If only to be your girlfriend
Maybe wind up in Argentina or Angola
Or maybe in Siberia with a cold
To be your girlfriend
To be your girlfriend

i laugh

because

if i don't

i think

i'd sneak some tears

and maybe even shout a "Hallelujah"

From Mt. St. Anne's

and scream expletives

in the rain

but i don't want that

so

i smile

and am happy

that i have red converse sneakers

a park to run in

and gasoline in my car

and a semi-useful brain.

the

end.

independence

Oh honey

Can you

Can you give me back my independence

I've always been a single girl now

And all you've given me is

Everything I've never wanted before

Oh honey

Can't you

Can you give a girl a break

And give me back my heart

Oh honey

Can you

Give it back to me

Without all these strings

I've got to you

Oh I never wanted

What you want to give me

But I can't help myself

You've ruined me

Oh honey

Can you

Can you give me back

My heart of stone

I can't stand this feeling

That makes me want you

Give me back my independence

And take back these picket fences

You've planted in my brain

Anne!!!!! Write Somthing!!!!

0420
cholecystitis,
otitis media,
drug induced psychosis
on call room
to sleep or lay awake and wish for my bed
instant coffee
charge nurse whinging about nursing director
"YOU need to go speak with her, its YOu that has the problem, not me!"
ahaha! sometimes i cant belive how blunt and forthright i am these days
rounds to check my patients are breathing
instant coffee
wishes for warm bed
lines run through,
vial shard cut on my finger
methotrexate toxicity, shes in such a bad state
paperwork. i WILL find a job with no paperwork.
toilet flush
thought about simon once this shift, and that was just then (after i thought about the toilet flush)
call bell
"wow you dont look good in the morning" 75yr guy tells me (suprised at how blunt some people are(:) I told him to be nice.
cant wait to hand over my lot
drive into the sunrise and mist on my way home and sleep for 8 hourse before
doing it all again.
i hate nightshift.

Suburbia

You take fairy dust
And throw it out the window
You hate this game
Because I think I fell asleep last time...
It's a never ending habit of mine...
But I don't really remember
I hope you don't come away
With a different opinion,
Innocent little girl
You think you've got me figured out...
I know that I'm not even close
You are indescribable
You always have an answer to my questions
And you either call my bluff or listen
As I remember.
I'd rather not remind you.
I'm not hiding
I'm just not on full display.
Because I'm tired of refreshing.
Who's unhinging?
We might as well be mailing letters
100 times a minute
I'd go on a walk through suburbia with you,
With you and your curiosity--
But only if you want me to.

edit:

Suburbia

*You take fairy dust and throw
it out the window
And seem to make
magic of my reality somehow

You hate this game
Because I fell asleep last time...
It's a never ending habit of mine...
But I don't really remember

I hope you don't walk away
With a different view,
of this Innocent silly little girl

You think you've got me figured out...
But I know I'm not even close
If your memory has failed you
I'd rather not remind you.

You always have an answer
To all my life's little questions
And call my bluff or listen intently
As I remember.

You ask if I'm hiding
I'm just not on full display.
Because I'm tired of unhinging
My tiny little heart

I'd go on a walk through suburbia with you
With you and your curiosity
But only if you want me to...

because....

hate & love

I hate & love
The feeling of
Unresolved, and unrefreshed
And un- re- un- re- un-
Of relentless
Uncompleted reason
From that
My heart is on the run

The past and future present
Are more
Forever stealing
Away my mind's center of believing
To nothing I've designed
With oh so fervent book learning

My heart is as she always was
And is and ever will be
My soul, she resorts
to chemical reactions
Of how she always thought
She can never be re-bought

My heart is who she is
She loves whoever she pleases
And even though I know
Much, so much better now
And so much more
I supposes--

You are what she wants
You're what she breathes
You are her lover
And that--forever

And I have no say in it
Even if I tend to hate it.

a thousand letters

(Stole this graphic from a blog i follow, my bell jar.)


everything i write
goes undelivered to you
i've loved you all my life
but i have nothing to offer you

you said that once you knew
and i held my breath
and turned so blue
i knew it wasn't my cue

i've written you
a thousand letters
but nothing comes out right
there's nothing in my heart
that can be spelled out quite right

half-baked

the abandoned of 3am dont like matching things or symmetry. just want a hand to hold a sigh on her hair. says words are just arbitrary there. there, there, words are just fillings in a chilly sky thats grinning like a madman loosed and fighting the lion in the back of his mind. the mind is just a cradle, there, there, put all your hopes and dreams in before you rock yourself to sleep. and hope those things have transformed by daybreak, cause they dont match the morning, dissipate before im stretching and yawning. dawn is the last friend you make each night. it takes the last punch of your cowardly fight, hushes theres no lions, no bears, no madman, its just me, the morning, no different than the night. at 3am, words are just crafts. they're superstitious about the night in the daylight and the daylight in the night.

Too Late

It's gonna be too late
And I'm afraid
That when you come back to me
Once you're ready to see
Clearly
It'll be too late
It'll be
It'll be
Too late
When you realize your mistake
It'll be
Too late
And I'm so sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
and I'm sorry
It'll be too late
For me to save you
It'll be too late
For you to save me
But it's already too late to save me
From you
It'll be to late
And you can't compensate
And you may be forgotten
And all this time I've waited for you
Will be too late
It's just right now
That You and I
Could be right
You and I
But when you realize
You're own disguise
It will be too late
I'm afraid
That when you come around
I'll be miles and miles
And miles and miles
Away from you
And it'll be too late

It's too late.

love me

if you wondered
ive gone sailing
Into the southern ocean
At the first sign of morning

And you’re the captain
Standing on dry land still
You’ve given me directions
And no intention of seeing through

If you know you’ve sent me dreaming
Don’t just leave
And if you know theres been a moment
Don’t patronize me
With silence

I know i cant make you love me
Just darken the light
You keep me wanting
Im just asking to hear your story
And if you want to, take a walk.

If you know you’ve given me dreaming
dont claim reality now;
tell me the road is too long
and strewn with impassable danger

im sailing already
the ocean is teaming with life
im sad, you said it would be
but i cant make you love me

and its all my heart really wants.

Repost: Old Ones Fade Away

I've been rehashing this lyric I wrote at my brother's wedding last August for my grandparents. I haven't found music for it yet. I'm working on it. Thought I would repost it here. (It was posted on my blog last year around the time I wrote it.)

Anyway. Tell me what you think of it... and what needs to be changed.

________________

The story began so long ago

I remember her telling me

Of when they first met

How she married him in a little blue dress

because of the magic

When they first kissed

New love stories begin

As old ones fade away

But how I wish the old ones would stay

50 sum years ago

Began so long ago

Long years at the factory

Making sure they were fed

And tucking little girls in bed

Telling the love story

Of how they first met

And how she looked in that little blue dress

New love stories begin

As old ones fade away

But how I wish the old ones would stay

All wrinkled and worn

They sit there in the pew

Listening to the vows I make to you

And a few years from now

I’ll tuck a little girl in bed

And tell her of the day

I married you

In this little white dress

Because of the magic

When we first met

New love stories begin

As old ones fade away

But how I wish the old ones would stay

The Process: Motion Tide

Just found a scrap of paper that I started with for Motion Tide.


"Where are inspirations

RAP AND CLASSIC POETRY

something is wrong here."

From this to that.
It's a process.
And it's fun.

Motion Tide:
Closing on the blue blue side
Waiting for the motion tide
To drown away all his pride
Follow him 10 miles high
Make him wait and watch an hour
Before you dance together now
Sing a member ember sigh
And just before you give your all
Wake up to no one to confide
Measure nothing much too soon
Expect it all to be your fall
Dance together one full moon
As you sway in full complete
Stand on air, but on both feet.

Lost

We are lost
We are lost
Just trying to exist
We've lost ourselves
In following our neighbor's path

We are lost
We are lost
We are lost
We act on act
Without the fact
We sing each other's songs
To forget our world's wrongs
We are lost

And watch their lives
Go down in flames
While we set ourselves ablaze

We are lost
We follow our father's path
And forget our Maker's wrath

Med Lib - Sister Nairn - Cherish the mundane!

med lib without the shhhh
waiting out the 6pm rain
for philos tut
amatuer thoughts on aristotle and marx
what could be worse

than this poem, you ask

how about new tunes from eminem
or "hi, im Ruth, your nurse"
and im here to give you an enema
...not easy to make friends like that.

slightly serious now.

dont want to be the hourly shadow
dont want to make clinical observations
i want to make a difference.

capt. skinner im on that one for you wife!
"dance in the moonlight"
i salute you
for passing by me on your way out

for waking me out of a sleepy kinda day job.

Michael, thats Matron Nairn to you!
lets conduct a coronial enquiry
into the passing of our cultural attache
and section a few people on the way

"i don't give a damn what you think. the law means nothing to me!" hahaha LOVE 95 year old people. for 5/95 you deserve not to give a hoot about the government.

that there is
you've given me hours and hours of laughter
and taken the silliness of seriousness all away.

the mundane is to be cherished. oh yes, it is!

(im high off sheer amount of potato wedges i ordered for myself just now at Gino's. was embarrassed when the plate piled high came toward this table for one, but i chatted on the phone, looked at the rain and slow buses and people walking past elizabeth's, so it wasnt all about the wedges - they have such a knack for taking the spotlight...from the other mundane things.)

Writers Block--help

(Adjusted: See Below...)

He fell in love with her
But she loved another
And the other loved another
And so the dance began

The circles that we’re dancing
Are killing all my hopes
Nothing, no no no one
Can replace them

Impatience has a way
Of breaking all the ropes
It must be imperfection
But there’s no other direction

Wind rips all the leaves
Right from the very tall trees
And the agony of leaving you
Brings me to my knees

If I could choose
If I could choose
I’d choose you

If I could choose
If I could choose
I’d forget you

Road Trip Time Machine

(BTW: This needs lots and lots of work)

Please don’t stop me now
I’ve gotten so far
From stumbling
On such fine shoulders
Its been a while,
I know

I was so young
And by some tremendous
Act of God
You and your cruel
Stalker and prison ward
Gave me lasting soul
And sold by my mind’s sweat
And my heart’s inner fears
Away in a bundle of little tears
But I thank you
And let me leave in peace
Let me fully release

And I will never look back
Pillar of salt
And black shallack
Keep my engine run
And help my imagination grow
LET ME GO

Growth takes so much time
And there’s a fine fine line
Between the inner mine
And all the great rhymes
of the replicated genome
so far away from home
but you must hold
While I behold
The world.
The ocean.
The sky.

practicum relapse

ms bezo tolerance
you know
with 17mg midaz
its all about laying lo

we'd make a met call, she'd make an alter call

watch her resps as she re-emerges into a world
she does not want to know
this drug induced halo, chicken parma glo, her words were slow

she cant think of why or how long ago
and my questions are like therapy bubbles
that we laugh at when they vanish

cigarette burn on her inner thigh
an enveloped message from the inside
to stop what ever it is that makes...(thought blocking)

its difficult, all of it, thats my line of advice. and dont i know it.

but i dont know why this little fledgling wont fight it.

Jason Mraz & Colbie Caillat - Lucky (Video)

is anyone listening?

test...

test...

one....

two...

three...

Motion Tide-The Celtic Version

So... the easiest way to upload work is to upload it to youtube after I convert it to a "movie" on my macbook... though it might be a little too public for comfort...but after all... this is a blog. :) Oh well.

Half Past Noon

Reams of color rewrite the day
And history expells all empty callous ways
To show the power of one man's desire
To gain the world and lose his soul.
Fellow aims of deep and wide
Of solid gold and silver, but
Mother, father pass toward heaven
And time's a fleeting, passing craze.
We cannot one single day reclaim
And hand it to our Master;
Smile-less glamour comes too soon
And it is already half past noon.

Teach Us to Number Our Days

(RIP Yusnan Wijaya)

Blood runs through our veins
But slower and slower
As we get older and older
How can we live
But How can we die
Without living in love?
Teach us to number our days
Moment upon moment
Tears in storms cry from
Our own emotions
As we go on thinking
He’s stopped breathing
Teach us to number our days
When can we just say
We’re better from the clay
Like the May came forth
When the days and snow fall
Deep end ocean go
Teach us to number our days
Moment on moment
Sand leaks from the glass
But blood goes unsurpassed
To the grave
We all dream of
What we’ll take there
But time never listens
To our dreams
Driving home a lovely day
We somehow keep our brain intact
Teach us to number
Our days
Blood runs through our veins
But slower and slower
As we get older
How can we live
How can we die
Without living love
Teach us to number our days
Teach us to understand our ways
We can’t know our fate
For heaven’s sake
Silent
Sidewalks assurence
Blood and brain intact
Teach us to number our days
We go on living
As he stopped breathing
Teach us to number our days
Tears never forfeit our ways

Motion Tide

Closing on the blue blue side
Waiting for the motion tide
To drown away all his pride
Follow him 10 miles high
Make him wait and watch an hour
Before you dance together now
Sing a member ember sigh
And just before you give your all
Wake up to no one to confide
Measure nothing much too soon
Expect it all to be your fall
Dance together one full moon
As you sway in full complete
Stand on air, but on both feet.

Not!

You are not
You could not
And it’s all your fault

I happened upon you
Without my mind
I held my ground
I wish you would not
But me you found

If you had
But you did not
You could be
But you’re not

You have not
You could not
I thought you were
but you
are not

Once upon
A sweet time
I never wore your name
All the same

You are not
But I loved
you not
Anyway.

I was
And Am
And Did
Who I was and
Always will be

But you....
But you....

Are not.

"You and I"

You and I
Walked Down
Two Paths
And converged
From two sentences
Into one paragraph.

*Oh, Oh , Oh, you were made for me
*Oh, Oh , Oh, you were made for me

You and I
Came trickling
Down a roof top
And made one little puddle
For kids to run through

After the Lord made you
He winked at me
And told me
You were made just for me

You and I
Are together worth a dollar
But less than
10 cents without
The other

You or I
Are stronger together
From our single distortion
Make our portion
Complete

You and I
Will always
Be You and I
Forever, forever
till we die…

Something I found in a pile of random lines

You kept me from falling
So many times I can’t remember
You kept me warm, darling
All through December

The more I review
Just that friend
Cannot keep you
From the bitter end

I thought I could fit you
Like a glove, like a scarf
The way you fit me
But there’s nothing to regret

But the pictures
I have to take down
You have far outgrown
A girl like me

I have to let you go
I have to let you go
If you ever were
My best friend
You’ve must see
I can’t take seeing
You with her
And not with me.

I can’t be the best friend
Precedence has been tuned
And I’d be driving home
A different pitch

bathers beach

little rabbit leaps
stop to catch its breath
four chambered love child
Of a sunny april day

Bather’s beach brings out peachy cheeks
Sitting with the muscles on the rocks by the sea
Avoid stepping on the cucumbers
or mixing souls into the tea

In Churchill’s garden smelling the roses
Hips with just a little sway
Making jam
Sweet strawberry jam

Eating in the air of where she'd walked
Like a tidal wave
In her own little
way

Aye. let me know what ye think of new adjust. change however ye wish. :)

Shower Song No. 1

Can we weep
And never drown?

Can we bare
A lover's frown?

Can we fight
And not be wounded?

Can we hold on?
Can we hold on?

Why does science
Leave us speechless

And leave our souls
To wander on?

Can we speak
Without lying?

Can we walk
Without crawling?

Can we sing
With out a sound?

Can we be lost
And not be found?

Can we dance
Without the music?

Can we question
All the answers?

Can we run
Without falling?

Can we love
But really love?

Can we live
Without dying?

Can we hold on?
Can we hold on?
Can we hold on?
Can we hold on?

transworld

Each new morning a delicate hour
To gather and release
The birds that bury themselves
in the cold stones

we’ll be home soon
making breakfast
drinking coffee
and heading out to offices

lost in occupations
stalled considerations

of what it would be like

if we never had to die

safe inhabitations
constant renumerations
weighing the cost of value
building homes

each new morning we wake
face the same
un bury the living
promising each other

we’ll be home soon

The Deep End

It's like dreaming back the light
From yesterday
Seeing nothing in between the days
But the atmosphere
Can't we always be the same?
And never have to come here
The shallows and the deep end
Collide where the spaces fuse
Shut me out one minute more
And I won't ever be let in
Should you ever see the truth
The mind, the heart, the body
See the way you were held up
And friendship kept
Beyond corruption
Assimilations of desires
Guide us between the wires
Somewhere out of reality
Our souls wondered out of bounds
And they shall be aware
Throughout eternity

Rise Up/Fall Down

You’ve listened to them all
And you’ve followed every rule
But in life, no body wins (my dear)
Every story is lost
In so many other stories
Every song has flown
Away in the wind

Where can you begin
If at the beginning,
Starts the end?
Strength is measured
In so, so many ways
But nothing is stronger, my friend
Than dreams gone wrong

Rise up, rise up
Rise up with the sun
Fall down, fall down
Fall down with the sun

If the whole wide world
Expects nothing good from you
Throw everything back at them
But the Lord above
Wants nothing but you
So you give it back to Him

All diamonds, all the stars around you
Find Dreams from dreams from dreams undone
Fleeing unhappiness
When all the rules seem to lie
And gone is all mystery
And you just want sit and cry
Hold on to your dreams forever
Or they will die

Upside Down.

When up is down.

I'm all turned around. fall out. but really fall in.

hold my hand while i cross.

the river, the street, the tight-line,

the ocean, the land before time.

there's nothing sad to find.

Except being left behind.

It's just the other side. hold on. let go. Redial.

We're marching to zion. or at least a land called that.

I'm up all night again.

Because i'm on the other side:

The side of the world where everything is upside down to you.

Nothing holds my attention, except a hot cup of tea.

Wake me up from my awakened state.

Let me be in waist deep sleep.

hang the phone up.

please dial again.

exhaustion is speaking.

i'm out of town.

Sun

As thoughts compile
And run through my head
Day dreaming for hours
That one day, you’d pick me

I knew it would come
And I knew it would go
I found a place to dream
While quietly letting go

The road passes through life
And I’ve finally found a way home
But this has never been
Where I belong

My hope is in the God
Who gave me such a friend
But time has shown that I
Can’t get what I desire

I wish you the best
I hope you are blessed
And I pray for the grace
That my tears will erase
And I will see the sun

Counterrevolution to all that 'love thrift'

We live all together all at once
Everything in a swirl
Old hands and newborn lips
All weathers and places
Moments in history and moments passing now
Are all in and part
Of me, us, we, i, u, i-u
We are a giant spaceship of the most magnificent kind
Orbiting the sun
Love ‘aint a feeling or a safeguarded emotion
Its being the chosen one

Where’er we sail to and from, rocking and drifting,
We never move away from the golden sun
Born in 1943 or yesterday
The whole world is the chosen and
Love is for everyone.

ways to ease the dying pain

Every now and then i see ‘all of ‘this’’ as so familiar it feels strange to see something you know you should recognize, but can’t really explain what it is, or even how you think you know it. And under the sun, a time-mesh, so that you can really see that nothing is new. Everything is as it has always been. Different colors and forms, but sameness, mathematical patterning of people, places, loves, wars. That birth and death are so similar. Inevitableness. Hands of God on His creation. For the rest of it, we have voices and we can alter things, eternal things, but for those imminent moments we have to step back. And the moments in between are……all holy. Dealt out second after second more grace, more mercy. But then, there is so much sorrow and so much pain. And i swear all people know it. The same pain that we all can’t express. I think we all know it. It’s a ‘dying pain’ i call it, and there are more than a million zillion ways to die and ways to feel that ‘dying pain’. And i just think that on this earth there is no answer for it, the pain, or the dying. So……….what is it all for. Inevitable pain and suffering!! Great! But seriously, this is about helping each other and in so helping self. I think of it like, sometimes you need to hear a certain word from someone and it makes all the difference WHO, and WHEN its said. Sometimes it’s the right words from the wrong person. It really matters who cares for us. And the relief it brings, ive seen it being lifted, its kind and lovely and life giving in a way, in a way it’s the one time ive witnessed a possibility to answer the ‘dying pain’ .

anatomy of the moon (in parts)

I am bent in the middle, by long glass windows from floor to ceiling and long hours from dusk till morning and a single phone call who had gotton the wrong number and some party going on the background turned my face to the sky like I remember the moonscape at Balladona and thinking whatever is inside my head, must look like this. All circles of solar and flecks of reckless light. I was young once and knew all this already. Single. Solitary. Afraid but afraider of needing to be unafraid. It is my suberterfuge to squeal at the thought of living alone. At the deepest most rational part of me, I have a voice steady as a beat that tells me to leave it all alone and come and see ‘this’; apparently I ‘have to see this’. I am all twisted inside and wrapped around a tree, the leaves are precious are rare are me.

8.10 painscore

Come life
Butterfly fill up with blood
Come soak up this lifeless pool
Take my wings and legs and tie up hair back
Take my hands
Pull me behind you so that there are parts of the journey i only see through blurred eyes and half felt meaning
But there are moments the sun is beating down on the garden path
Everything seems so endless, but it is just such a small thing.

Over Soon

There are lines that run out. And lines that never end.

But this is not one of them.



There's a quiet rise each morning. And a silent bang at dawn.


There's a reason beyond all reason that screams before it rings.

Sweep me under the sunset, and place me in the cupboard.



Fine lines never run out, but we are the uncircular kind.

The sort that ends. And the one that begins.


Wake each day and know the way.


Know exactly what to say.

Passionality Without Rationality

I fear I fall in mindless things
And seem to never create my wings
The only song Life ever sings
Hints only of it's many stings

I've not surrendered
To the pain
Of a thousand dreams
Caught in the rain

Follow me, follow me
Follow me, If you dare
I'll be waiting for you
Right over there

Tears come falling
But I will not be crawling
Life is over soon
And she'll not go unless in ruins

I dream, I dream
And dream some more
For there's much, much more
Of life in store



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Love.
Is. Not. Blind.

It bleeds instead of dying.
It heaves instead of sighing
It is strong instead of leaving.
And hides behind no single self
Nor desires any man's wealth.

Complete by nothing
Except by giving
Love is not blind
It is forgiving.

Rends and bends and
Never descends
It weeps
And goes on living
And feels so deep
That life can never hold it
But never ends in death.