Saturday, March 24, 2007

five seven five

Not Real
Am I real to you?
Or a known flight of fancy,
a dream best ignored?

I'm made to fade fast,
girl sculpted from sand, and won't
be here tomorrow.

I sit on the beach,
to die with the next high tide.
I wanted to stay.

Disembodied
Heart consumed by flames,
emotion no longer hers.
They thought she was done,

but had forgotten-
ash dances wild in the wind;
her love's free, not gone.

Haiku Betty

I miss you




i miss you
but i haven't met you yet
so special
but it hasn't happened yet
you are gorgeous
but i haven't met you yet
i remember
but it hasn't happened yet

and if you believe in dreams
or what is more important
that a dream can come true
i will meet you

i was peaking
but it hasn't happened yet
i haven't been given
my best souvenir
i miss you
but i haven't met you yet
i know your habits
but wouldn't recognize you yet

and if you believe in dreams
or what is more important
that a dream can come true
i will meet you

i'm so impatient
i can't stand the wait
when will i get my cuddle?
who are you?

i know by now that you'll arrive
by the time i stop waiting

i miss you

~Bjork

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Holes


so ok... this is EXTREMELY important...
I must insist you mute the beginning this song and start the sound ONLY when the time counter reaches 1:57 (40 or so seconds into it). If I knew ANYTHING about editing I would chop it and start it from there.
Seriously. Do it

Saturday, March 3, 2007

If then



2/24
if i am a rollercoaster, you are my track.



RE...

2/22
I want to grind you with my words...
pour, thunder, rain down on you with all my anger, betrayal,
injustice and disappointment... make raw your skin with my fury...
I want to coat you with my laughter, my love, my adoration...
my endless, unwaivering faith...

drip salve from my lips as I press away any last doubt you may have...

I want to impress you, and leave you,
always,
hungering for more...

I miss you religiously