We all have a weakness
But some of ours are easy to identify. Look me in the eye,
and ask for forgiveness.
We’ll make a pact to never speak that word again.
Yes, you are my friend.
We all have something that digs at us,
at least we dig each other.So when weakness turns my ego up
I know you’ll count on the me from yesterday.If I turn into another
dig me up from under what is covering
the better part of me.
Sing this song
remind me that we’ll always have each other
when everything else is gone.We all have a sickness
that cleverly attaches and multiplies
No matter how we try.
We all have someone that digs at us,
at least we dig each other.So when sickness turns my ego up
I know you’ll act as a clever medicine.
If I turn into another,
dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me.
Sing this song!
Remind me that we’ll always have each other
when everything else is gone.
Oh, each other when everything else is gone.If I turn into another
dig me up from under what is covering
the better part of me.
Sing this song
remind me that we’ll always have each other
when everything else is gone.Oh, each other when everything else is gone.
Archive for the 'poetry' Category
Brianna inspired me…
how happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!
the world forgetting, by the world forgot
eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
taking a page out of brianna’s book:
Today is gonna be the day that they’re gonna throw it back
to you.
By now, you should’ve somehow realized what you’ve
gotta do.
I don’t believe that anybody feels the way i do
about you now…
chiaroscuro
like Janus, i have two faces:
one looking forward with hope,
the other, behind, with regret.
naturally, i am often trapped in the present,
and neither fore nor aft looks
particularly appealing.likewise, my colors are somewhat blessed
with contrast.
the lighter tones are merely a paler gray
fluted with silver, over which shadows
of black and scarlet swirl tumultuously.
i carry both palettes tirelessly, knowing
i am blank, undefined, without them.but who would treasure the portrait as a
whole? porcelain skin and auburn eyes–
each necessary to enhance the other.
i can only wait and hope not to fade
overmuch with the passing of time.
a poem by Kristen Williams
I will start over, over, again and again,
For I carry spring in my heart like a bag of seeds.
I will start over, blossom again and again,
Though I find my roots in dust, and the desert stretching
Far out beyond the horizons of my fear,
to the very ends of the earth, and beyond.
I carry life in my heart like a spring of water
Rising from depths so terrible and deep
That it will outlast the fire in the mountains–
The lava flowing molten through stark and lonely canyons
Will be quenched in those cold, unshakable, ageless springs.
