Post by thecrazybeautiful on Sept 29, 2006 14:29:29 GMT -6
So here's two poems... For JLG. I love the first one, I don't like the second one, but this guy has got me thinking like crazy.
Secrets
there's something in the air today
that makes me just feel dizzy
makes me want to talk
I want to lie and sin and
soar through the air perfectly
I caught a wave today from a boy
with the most beautiful arms
and I'm not quite sure what to feel
there's a point he's just not scoring
there's a pedal he's just not flooring
there's a disease he's just not giving
there's an act he's just not living
I think I'm catching on today
I'm breathing strings and tying things
and he's only about an inch away
I'm the master of distance though
this should work out perfectly
still...
there's a scene he's just not seeing
there's a soul he's just not freeing
there's a look he's just not showing
there's a seed he's just not growing
but secrets don't bloom in hallways
I think there's a garden out front
We Are Like Convective Flow
When it was warmer
we stepped farther away
we sat farther apart,
and we spoke once about art.
Just once,
about our passion.
I kept moving while you couldn't sit still,
and you lost concentration when I got distracted.
We should have been hand in hand.
We should have blown the roof off this place,
but you're committed to something already established.
The mornings are getting colder now
I'm freezing in my imaginary situations,
but we're two feet away right now.
You're turned this way smiling, and staring,
pushing your focus onto my sight.
We're constantly in motion.
I'm thinking summer,
we should be winter,
but we can't control the way we flow.
Secrets
there's something in the air today
that makes me just feel dizzy
makes me want to talk
I want to lie and sin and
soar through the air perfectly
I caught a wave today from a boy
with the most beautiful arms
and I'm not quite sure what to feel
there's a point he's just not scoring
there's a pedal he's just not flooring
there's a disease he's just not giving
there's an act he's just not living
I think I'm catching on today
I'm breathing strings and tying things
and he's only about an inch away
I'm the master of distance though
this should work out perfectly
still...
there's a scene he's just not seeing
there's a soul he's just not freeing
there's a look he's just not showing
there's a seed he's just not growing
but secrets don't bloom in hallways
I think there's a garden out front
We Are Like Convective Flow
When it was warmer
we stepped farther away
we sat farther apart,
and we spoke once about art.
Just once,
about our passion.
I kept moving while you couldn't sit still,
and you lost concentration when I got distracted.
We should have been hand in hand.
We should have blown the roof off this place,
but you're committed to something already established.
The mornings are getting colder now
I'm freezing in my imaginary situations,
but we're two feet away right now.
You're turned this way smiling, and staring,
pushing your focus onto my sight.
We're constantly in motion.
I'm thinking summer,
we should be winter,
but we can't control the way we flow.