7/24/07

week 7: poem



ive been crying off and on while doing this one, im not sure exactly for sure why though i have my suspicions.

anyway there are certain songs that i wish i had written, songs that i hear and can relate to a moment, and often its to distance myself from that moment. other peoples poetry, other peoples words.

and still my very personal experience.

there was this one night where im standing on her porch and shes effing beautiful. and she leans in, were both nervous and uncertain as to where this may or may not be going.

and her lips touched mine and i felt so alive.

sometimes i wonder if every moment since has been spent trying to kill myself.

dashboard confessional
hands down
(she actually made a point of introducing this song to me, ironic huh?)

Breathe in for luck,
breathe in so deep,
this air is blessed,
you share with me.
This night is wild,
so calm and dull,
these hearts they race,
from self control.
Your legs are smooth,
as they graze mine,
we're doing fine,
we're doing nothing at all.

My hopes are so high,
that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me,
so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury,
or wear as jewelery,
which ever you prefer.

The words are hushed lets not get busted;
just lay entwined here, undiscovered.
Safe in here from all the stupid questions.
"hey did you get some?"
Man, that is so dumb.
Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear...
so we can get some.

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me, so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury, or wear as jewelery,
which ever you prefer.

Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember,
I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,
the dim of the soft lights,
the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers
and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late
and this walk that we shared together.
The streets were wet
and the gate was locked so I jumped it,
and I let you in.
And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist
and you kissed me like you meant it.
And I knew that you meant it,
that you meant it,
that you meant it,
and I knew,
that you meant it,
that you meant it.

3 comments:

Duncan said...

Excellent stuff. Love the figures -id you do a bitmap trace on this??

Unknown said...

thanks!

in this case i did do a live trace in adobe illo to make the lines all vector-y

Anonymous said...

aww great post!!