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
Saturday, March 24, 2007
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
Friday, March 16, 2007
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Saturday, March 3, 2007
RE...
2/22
I miss you religiously
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...
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
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