Wednesday, July 24, 2002
Laur @ 7:43 PM
listening to "Only Hope" by Jamie Sullivan
When you look up, the sky is always black;
No wonder you keep your eyes on the ground.
The glass is completely empty to begin with,
Drop it and it breaks without a sound.
It doesn't matter what I write,
Nor does it matter who I play.
It can't possibly matter what I think,
Much less what you say.
Once upon a time I liked the rain,
Now there's too much to appreciate.
I'm in love with everyone wrong,
And I can't bring myself to hate.
It doesn't matter what I write,
Nor does it matter who I play.
It can't possibly matter what I think,
Much less what you say.
The closer I am,
The further you go.
It's nobody's fault,
How could they know?
It doesn't matter what I write,
Nor does it matter who I play.
It can't possibly matter what I think,
Much less what you say.
Tuesday, July 23, 2002
Laur @ 5:39 PM
"Someday, someday."
-Mike Nesmith
Sunday, July 21, 2002
Laur @ 7:12 PM
listening to "To the Tune of 5,000 Screaming Children" by the Juliana Theory
You never knew,
She sees right through
And she's forever watching you;
Night time in the fog of the city:
Squint to see,
Gasp to breathe,
Lost your key,
Mixed your needs.
Your trenchcoat flaps 'round your knees,
Amongst the heavily whispering breeze.
Midafternoon in the rainy park:
Taste the rain,
Wet your shoes,
Sing a refrain,
Play to lose.
Your pantlegs are dampened and wet,
And your umbrella at home from losing a bet.
Good morning on the laziest Sunday:
Pancake scent,
Newspaper ready,
Time unspent,
Sunlight steady.
Lounge around your apartment all day,
Enjoy the illusion that everything's okay.
You never knew,
She sees right through,
And she's forever watching you.
Saturday, July 20, 2002
Laur @ 12:57 PM
listening to "Lucky" by Radiohead
Another summer morning,
And I've already heard your voice.
Like a glass of cold lemonade in the heart of an afternoon baseball game in July.
You never fail to be a refreshing ice cube.
Does that mean I'm making you melt?
Come sit here in the shade with me.
We'll talk about whatever it is we usually do.
And maybe I'll lean my head on your shoulder.
I don't think you'd mind.
Would you mind?
Hand me a drink please; it's way too hot.
Or you could just kiss me,
To save me the trouble of asking,
And you the inconvenience of handing it over.
Oh, kiss me a kiss of cold lemonade,
And I'll be replinished forever.
I know what you taste like,
Because last night I controlled my dream,
And that's that way it is.
That's the way it was.
Friday, July 19, 2002
Laur @ 10:13 PM
listening to "The Things You Said" by Depeche Mode
I wish you wouldn't keep me waiting,
But I know you will all night.
When the hourglass is gone and empty,
And the clock shows a number too blurry to read,
(The effect of my eyes trying to stay awake);
That's when I'll hear your voice again.
And not just in my head.
We'll have a decent conversation,
With a little glint of hope in the distance.
I'll hold on with all my might,
Yet I'll be spending the rest of my night
Crying
Myself
To
Sleep.
Thursday, July 18, 2002
Laur @ 4:07 PM
listening to "While my Guitar Gently Weeps" by The Beatles
If I go behind the waterfall, are you going to come with me? It's a place that no one else has ever gone. We could sit behind the water and say whatever we wanted about anyone we pleased. And when they came looking for us, we could just look at each other and smile, knowing there was no way they could ever find our place. It would get cold, but we would have blankets At night we would lay beside each other, wrapped in the warmth of the flannel and of the feeling. Then we'd fall asleep to the sound of the water fallling so close to us, and wake up to the same. No one would be able to ruin anything.
Wednesday, July 10, 2002
Laur @ 10:03 PM
listening to "Faces in Disguise" by Sunny Day Real Estate
Cover me with plastic wrap so I can't hear you say what I've already begun to hear with my fragile ears. But I guess it's my fault, too; I encouraged you to say it.
Laur @ 10:01 PM
listening to "Television" by Sunny Day Real Estate
Old fears reaquired,
Through an innocent conversation;
Am I hearing voices?
Who are you to question what I am?
I thought it would be OK,
Are you trying to prove me wrong?
Laur @ 9:57 PM
listening to "Tearing in my Heart" by Sunny Day Real Estate
I guess you felt the need
To say something,
Anything,
That would slap me across the face.
Let it stay the same forever,
Even if it kills me.
So long as she is happy,
And you're still the hero.
Saturday, July 06, 2002
Laur @ 8:22 PM
listening to "Leaving Town" by Dexter Freebish
She turns around, diamond raindrops in her hair. Get a good look at her, because this will be the last time you ever see her again as she is. Stare into her mud puddle eyes and take in the feeling of just after a rainstorm that her appearance seems bring with her. Listen to the sound of wind that takes up the silence between you both, the sound of the leaves hitting the pavement. Touch her shoulder, get the last of the feeling she gives off through touch. Forget that she pulls away. Record her voice in your memory when she whispers "Goodbye." Try to abandon the memory of the raspy, hopeless voice that replied "Goodbye," back to her. Memorize the picture of her as she's turning around, her dark brown hair swirling around with her and being blown lightly in the wind. Then photograph the image of her walking away, one battered All-Star in front of the other, as she makes her way down the quiet, empty street. You whisper again to yourself, "Goodbye." She walks out of sight and then it's all over. Forever.
The End.
Friday, July 05, 2002
Laur @ 10:43 PM
listening to "Epiphany" by Stained
I'll open the window to let in some fresh air, but then you yell at me to close it because the raindrops are being blown in through the screen and getting you something that doesn't even closely resemble wet.
Laur @ 10:29 PM
listening to silence
She carried the pillow out to the driveway and let it plop down with a very quiet 'thud' in the middle of between where the sidewalk ended and began again. The sky was a dull sort of gray mixed with the navy blue that would be normally expected of it at 5:30 in the morning. Every so often, she could just barely see the flashes of lightning in the distance. Sighing with the air of someone who'd been tired for years, she lay down on the driveway, letting her head rest on the plain pillow. Now she was looking straight up at the sky in all it's marbelized goodness. The lightning grew a bit brighter and broader as the minutes went by, and though it freaked her out to a certain extent to be so wide out in the open and vulnerable in her driveway lying flat on her back with lightning flashing overhead, there was a sort of mesmerizing thrill to it. Thunder could be heard echoing in a threatening sense now, but she seemed to be ignoring it. Then suddenly, with a gust of wind, raindrops were hitting the ground like bullets being fired from a machine gun. Still, she hardly moved. Rather, she closed her eyes and concentrated on the sound. The splatter of the water droplets on the concrete was somehow comforting to her. Almost like listening to the Beatles late into the early hours of the morning, the rain just seemed to... help. Never mind the thunder and the lightning that was bright enough to be a flicker through her eyelids. But then, isn't that the way with everything?
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