When this all started
We used to kiss with our eyes closed
And now
We both keep one eye open
To make sure one of us
Isn't trying to stab the other in the back.
stuff written by jg
T H E M E S
alphabet fishing
creek songs or love strummed through the leaves
fruit
the whale
T H E M E S
alphabet fishing
creek songs or love strummed through the leaves
fruit
the whale
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Girl's Handwriting
If you call the woods,
I can call the fire.
It was there
That I saw
A deer through the trees
It sipped from the lake
And ran off full of knowledge
And water.
I got the feeling
The lights would blind me
When we got home.
So I brushed away the snow
Listened to the crackle of the flame
And waited for her.
She came up to me from behind
And put her hands on my chest
Her skin
Was as soft as the untouchable air
That surrounds us
Transparent
And listless
Constantly out of reach
Yet always in eye's view.
We sipped the tomato soup she brought
To fight the cold
That we've been fighting our whole lives
She tried to speak
But her voice broke apart
When she tried to pronounce my name
In fear of ruining the moment.
I just rubbed her feet, tickled her toes
And made her forget about what was easy to forget
Let's forget about the mail at home
And the bills we could never pay
Just stare in the fire
Just stare in the flame
Just stare into my heart, lover,
And maybe I can do the same.
I can call the fire.
It was there
That I saw
A deer through the trees
It sipped from the lake
And ran off full of knowledge
And water.
I got the feeling
The lights would blind me
When we got home.
So I brushed away the snow
Listened to the crackle of the flame
And waited for her.
She came up to me from behind
And put her hands on my chest
Her skin
Was as soft as the untouchable air
That surrounds us
Transparent
And listless
Constantly out of reach
Yet always in eye's view.
We sipped the tomato soup she brought
To fight the cold
That we've been fighting our whole lives
She tried to speak
But her voice broke apart
When she tried to pronounce my name
In fear of ruining the moment.
I just rubbed her feet, tickled her toes
And made her forget about what was easy to forget
Let's forget about the mail at home
And the bills we could never pay
Just stare in the fire
Just stare in the flame
Just stare into my heart, lover,
And maybe I can do the same.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Obsessive
No one intends to cut
However
They will always
Leave a mark behind
But every scar is a map
Leading to what is special
About you
I suggest you follow it
Leave behind the martyr you've become
And get your feet off the fucking ground.
However
They will always
Leave a mark behind
But every scar is a map
Leading to what is special
About you
I suggest you follow it
Leave behind the martyr you've become
And get your feet off the fucking ground.
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