how can i tell you i don't know the reason
how can i give you the light you can't see
how can i tell you your soul is worth saving
when you can't see the Savior
i never
can
be
?
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .hush now - shhhhhhhhhhhh
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . my love
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .my love
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
the answer to the question
"Though he cause grief, he will have compassion according to the abundance of his steadfast love" ~Lamentations 3:32-33
Sunday, January 23, 2011
the surface project (7)
Do you want to get married and have children one day?
children
and childbirth
and childcare
and childrearing
and children's toys
and children's books
and morning sickness
morning sickness.
that doesn't follow my oh-so-poetic pattern
but the morning sickness
that's the dealbreaker.
children
and childbirth
and childcare
and childrearing
and children's toys
and children's books
and morning sickness
morning sickness.
that doesn't follow my oh-so-poetic pattern
but the morning sickness
that's the dealbreaker.
Friday, January 21, 2011
zombie horse
if you give me an apple
i'll bite off your head
if you feed me some chocolate
i'll eat you instead
this is what we do in ap calc.
i'll bite off your head
if you feed me some chocolate
i'll eat you instead
this is what we do in ap calc.
the surface project (15)
Do you think you can last in a relationship for 3 months?
after three whole months)
your coffee
grows
cold.
i don't think (my
heart is like
coffee.
after three whole months)
your coffee
grows
cold.
i don't think (my
heart is like
coffee.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Dear Kim Jong-Il
my house is overtaken by
a bird that speaks and frogs that cry
and big, huge rabbits raised for meat
(on Friday we'll have lots to eat)
my school is ruled by cats and ants
and orange toads and elephants
i'd like to go lie down in bed
before a tiger eats my head
this is what we do in ap chem class.
a bird that speaks and frogs that cry
and big, huge rabbits raised for meat
(on Friday we'll have lots to eat)
my school is ruled by cats and ants
and orange toads and elephants
i'd like to go lie down in bed
before a tiger eats my head
this is what we do in ap chem class.
the surface project (46)
Have a brother?
a brother's just a guy
who will watch football with you
and laugh when you forget
what a quarterback is
who you only hate sometimes
but he knows when you hate him
and who maybe might beat another guy up
if that guy called you 'babe'
in an unreasonable tone
a brother's just a guy
who will watch football with you
and laugh when you forget
what a quarterback is
who you only hate sometimes
but he knows when you hate him
and who maybe might beat another guy up
if that guy called you 'babe'
in an unreasonable tone
the most depressed cactus in the sierra nevada
my friend is a cactus
a sad one, at that
he wears a plaid shirt
and a grey baseball hat
the desert is hot
and he cries and he cries
but his tears don't sink in
since the sand is so dry
this is what we do in ap chem class.
a sad one, at that
he wears a plaid shirt
and a grey baseball hat
the desert is hot
and he cries and he cries
but his tears don't sink in
since the sand is so dry
this is what we do in ap chem class.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
the surface project (2)
Is there someone who continuously lets you down?
hope
is a sort of
wonderous
thing
with no backbone
or structure
but
it holds us
toge
the
r
.
hope
is a sort of
wonderous
thing
with no backbone
or structure
but
it holds us
toge
the
r
.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
wouldn't you
if you were trapped
in a grey prison cell
with one Window out
and that's all
wouldn't you cling
to the People, the brightness?
wouldn't you run
from confinement and darkness?
i just want the Sun
and that's all.
in a grey prison cell
with one Window out
and that's all
wouldn't you cling
to the People, the brightness?
wouldn't you run
from confinement and darkness?
i just want the Sun
and that's all.
the surface project (4)
When was the last time you hugged someone?
i wish i could say it was enough
to sit surrounded
by my covers
and my prayers
it's not.
your arms are still elsewhere
and they're so much more tangible
than the blanket
my thoughts
and this faith
i wish i could say it was enough
to sit surrounded
by my covers
and my prayers
it's not.
your arms are still elsewhere
and they're so much more tangible
than the blanket
my thoughts
and this faith
the surface project (3)
Something you do a lot?
words
and wording
and wordly
and wordsish
i make words
i write words
i own words
i am words
words
and wording
and wordly
and wordsish
i make words
i write words
i own words
i am words
the surface project (1)
Let's start with a tricky one, what's the real reason why you're confused?
somtimes
when i write
the words pile up
in a big, white wall
between me
and my heart
and the God that made them
i cling to those words
though i might not still feel them
i don't know what i'm feeling
except for the words
the words aren't confusing
my heart is confusing
i find that confusing
confusing
don't you?
the surface project is a series of notes that seeks to respond to each one of the questions in one of those facebook surveys that waste everybody's time. i feel like that reference may be lost in blogger translation, so i'll just number them as usual, but only post my favorites.
somtimes
when i write
the words pile up
in a big, white wall
between me
and my heart
and the God that made them
i cling to those words
though i might not still feel them
i don't know what i'm feeling
except for the words
the words aren't confusing
my heart is confusing
i find that confusing
confusing
don't you?
the surface project is a series of notes that seeks to respond to each one of the questions in one of those facebook surveys that waste everybody's time. i feel like that reference may be lost in blogger translation, so i'll just number them as usual, but only post my favorites.
for what?
you know how, in the winter, your lips get all dry?
well, sometimes mine crack down the middle
and i thought that scarred lips were a marvelous metaphor
but i just can't think of for what?
well, sometimes mine crack down the middle
and i thought that scarred lips were a marvelous metaphor
but i just can't think of for what?
Monday, January 10, 2011
dear blog
(i think i'll call you Tammy),
this will be the end of you.
oh, sorry.
you (as a blog) probably read that statement much like i would my own obituary.
that is very very sad for you.
well, i don't really have a solution to that. i don't mean you any harm.
i am sorry that you are sad.
die in peace, Tammy.
love,
me
xoxo
this will be the end of you.
oh, sorry.
you (as a blog) probably read that statement much like i would my own obituary.
that is very very sad for you.
well, i don't really have a solution to that. i don't mean you any harm.
i am sorry that you are sad.
die in peace, Tammy.
love,
me
xoxo
Saturday, January 8, 2011
waltz in three
everyone keeps saying
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . come, let us return to the LORD.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . come, let us return to the LORD.
. . . . . . . . . .a tear falls in a big, wet blot
nothing helps but time
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .he has torn us to pieces but he will heal us;
. . . . . . . . . . on the crisp, white pages
time is all i own
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .he has injured us but he will bind up our wounds.
. . . . . . . . . . the red letters crinkle and dry in waves
but time won't stop replaying
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . after two days he will revive us;
. . . . . . . . . . eyelashes pool with black-tinted tears
over in my mind
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . on the third day he will restore us,
. . . . . . . . . . shoulders shake
i watch the hours slow down
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .that we may live in his presence.
. . . . . . . . . . heart aches
so i crawl
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . let us acknowledge the LORD;
. . . . . . . . . . but there are no answers
underneath my blankets
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . let us press on to acknowledge him.
. . . . . . . . . . in those deep, black pupils
where i can hide away
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . as surely as the sun rises, he shall appear;
. . . . . . . . . . moist eyes turn upward
i know i can't take it
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .he will come to us like the winter rains,
. . . . . . . . . . there's nowhere else to go
anymore
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . like the spring rains that water the earth.
. . . . . . . . . . i love you
. . . . . . . . . . my God
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .he has torn us to pieces but he will heal us;
. . . . . . . . . . on the crisp, white pages
time is all i own
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .he has injured us but he will bind up our wounds.
. . . . . . . . . . the red letters crinkle and dry in waves
but time won't stop replaying
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . after two days he will revive us;
. . . . . . . . . . eyelashes pool with black-tinted tears
over in my mind
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . on the third day he will restore us,
. . . . . . . . . . shoulders shake
i watch the hours slow down
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .that we may live in his presence.
. . . . . . . . . . heart aches
so i crawl
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . let us acknowledge the LORD;
. . . . . . . . . . but there are no answers
underneath my blankets
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . let us press on to acknowledge him.
. . . . . . . . . . in those deep, black pupils
where i can hide away
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . as surely as the sun rises, he shall appear;
. . . . . . . . . . moist eyes turn upward
i know i can't take it
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .he will come to us like the winter rains,
. . . . . . . . . . there's nowhere else to go
anymore
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . like the spring rains that water the earth.
. . . . . . . . . . i love you
. . . . . . . . . . my God
Monday, January 3, 2011
see, the point was
did you know that
poetry
doesn't solve anything
if you don't let
poetry
say what is true?
did you know that
poetry
doesn't solve anything
if you keep your
poetry
from writing out you?
poetry
doesn't solve anything
if you don't let
poetry
say what is true?
did you know that
poetry
doesn't solve anything
if you keep your
poetry
from writing out you?
Sunday, January 2, 2011
!!!
when i can't sleep at 2 am
what's a girl to do?
write poetry that's really bad
so you can read it, too!
what's a girl to do?
write poetry that's really bad
so you can read it, too!
this rhymes in french, pt. 2
en mots que tu
ne peux pas lire
"je t'aime je t'aime"
je veux te dire
maintenant, quand je veux
t'embrasser
je peux le dire
en bon francais
you should know
you are tres chouette
but i can't tell you that
not yet
ne peux pas lire
"je t'aime je t'aime"
je veux te dire
maintenant, quand je veux
t'embrasser
je peux le dire
en bon francais
you should know
you are tres chouette
but i can't tell you that
not yet
Saturday, January 1, 2011
edgewise
when all of the words swirl around in your brain and you can't fit in anything edgewise
so you write it all down like a scribe or a slave but you can't fit in anything edgewise
and you're trying to stop just to eat or to breathe but you can't fit a word in edgewise
the writing will choke you and leave you to freeze since you can't fit a word in edgewise
i have to stop writing it's eating me whole and i can't fit a thought in edgewise
i must think for myself, not of lovers or rhythms
INSPIRATION -
I'D LIKE TO LIVE EDGEWISE.
so you write it all down like a scribe or a slave but you can't fit in anything edgewise
and you're trying to stop just to eat or to breathe but you can't fit a word in edgewise
the writing will choke you and leave you to freeze since you can't fit a word in edgewise
i have to stop writing it's eating me whole and i can't fit a thought in edgewise
i must think for myself, not of lovers or rhythms
INSPIRATION -
I'D LIKE TO LIVE EDGEWISE.
2011
churning out the words i hear
at 12 o'clock at night
i need to see my hopes and fears
controlled in what i write
at 12 o'clock at night
i need to see my hopes and fears
controlled in what i write
slip
i think it's funny how all of a sudden the urge to write just slips away . as if the words were someone else's flowing through me to the page . im weak and poor and stranded when the inspiration goes its way . . . so you see i'm not a writer . i just put your words on paper .
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