this was written some time ago. i just never felt like posting it and even though i do so now, i'm not sure why. thanks a lot to you. although you don't even read this site, i wish to extend utmost gratitude. so here it is; some of my crappier work.
blistered heart
my heart, it's form is torn to shreds
not much more than walking dead
shadow of my former self
get up you fool, to that top shelf
that's where you'll reach for her
there's not but her that could deter
but she has chosen to forsake
her hate, it seems, i cannot shake
i've grown, gone on, moved from this hell
she's stuck here though, because she fell
and could not climb back out of love
it's captured her, black-winged dove
no longer can it be you and i
i sing alone, leave you to cry
alone are we, fore'er apart
you'll not have it back, my blistered heart
-me
this was inspired by Badly Drawn Boy's 'Blistered Heart.' although, no actual lyrics are in the song seeing as how it is an instrumental. these words simply came to mind as i listened. thanks for your time.
it's been over three months since i've posted in here... and a lot has changed... but the more i think about it, the more i realize that everything changes, but if you look for the good, the "bad" doesn't seem so important all of a sudden... i've been poeming though... here's one from back on New Year's Eve...:
Stuck
The sparkle of champagne:
gilded intoxication,
sparks in the night's sweeping gestures,
sleek dresses and coy glances,
laughter and glitter and chatting...
How I longed to join in the countdown
and feel (or steal)
a kiss at midnight.
How I craved to be swirled into
the facets
of the giddy whirl of the new year
How I wished to start new in some
radiant glow.
But it ended/began, clinging to the tears
and hurt
of the year before.
Eyes shut, curled in a corner
rocking in the chills and shivers,
I don't know if I blinked:
it was all darkness.
alone and lonely,
no stars to be wished upon,
just an unrelenting, unforgiving ache
somewhere near my lungs.
Stuck.
In the stagnant pool of bad times before,
pry my fingers off for me,
because I can't let go...
And there was no coldness like that I felt
in the first midnight of 2004.
. Group of friends who just can't get enough of each other. ^__^
. July 30, 2003 (Birthdate of Clan)
. Anaheim Hills (yet one moved away to Davis)
. Canyon High School (UCDavis)
