Saturday, August 30, 2003
Laur @ 12:29 PM
listening to The Alkaline Trio
I remember walking, because
That's what we used to do.
Back when you loved me and I,
I loved you.
I'm sorry, but I'd like to walk with someone new.
We've already kissed.
Yet it's a pity,
Half the time,
He forgets I exist
(like a lost little girl
in New York City)...
He's not really mine.
You look keen to be alone,
Sitting there,
Oh so proud,
Your desk of a throne.
I don't care.
I'm not allowed.
I wish you'd stop grinning.
My persistence is thinning.
You think that you're winning.
So I guess I lose.
I guess I lose.
Laur @ 12:11 PM
listening to The Alkaline Trio
My reflection laughed at me this morning
When I woke up from my dream about you
And started crying without warning.
I guess there was nothing else to do.
Would you please tell me this:
Can I not want you back?
Can I let myself miss
What we had that I lack?
My tears are probable.
You know they're unstoppable.
My reflection laughed at me last night
When I couldn't get you off my mind.
There is so much poetry to write,
But too many words for me to find.
Would you please tell me this:
Can I not want you back?
Can I let myself miss
What we had that I lack?
My tears are probable.
You know they're unstoppable.
My reflection is laughing at me right now.
I miss you and I don't know why, or how.
Friday, August 29, 2003
Laur @ 9:06 PM
listening to A Sorta Fairytale by Tori Amos
I'm wearing these jeans like the studious type,
Too busy with the Cold War to notice
It's hot
And change.
Or maybe it's you.
You're out and about like the wonderful type,
Enjoying the absence from your house,
Your room,
And bed.
Or maybe it's me.
It's lonely here in the night time,
When I have only a star to wish upon.
You're far from me, further from mine-
I don't hesitate to say that you're gone.
Tuesday, August 26, 2003
Laur @ 9:00 PM
listening to Walking on a Wire by The Get Up Kids
The fact is,
I know you all so much better
than I know
myself.
I feel a million things at once, and
the poem to describe it would be
another 'Bohemian Rhapsody'...
So complex with
abrubt changes;
misplaced metaphors and
senseless similes.
Yet you,
you
break it down and
you
understand-
you ace the TAAS of
Comprehending
Lauren's
Mind.
I belong wherever there is
a pen in my hand, but
I would be
homeless if
I
did not have
you
to write
about.
Monday, August 25, 2003
Laur @ 8:14 PM
listening to A Better Control by Kenna
I'm handing this over,
my four leaf clover,
in hopes you will remember
that I do exist.
I've been standing out here,
not keen to interfere,
and getting the feeling
that I am not missed.
Meanwhile you're great,
and it's me that I hate,
for not being the one
you want to kiss.
a.n.: sorry i know this one sucks, but jeff liked the beginning so i finished it for him
Saturday, August 23, 2003
Laur @ 4:12 PM
listening to Lucky by Radiohead
I lost myself,
in an instant,
I lost myself,
to you.
In a kind of
weighing
of the priorities,
I lost myself,
to you.
I lost myself,
in an instant,
I lost myself,
to you.
Thursday, August 21, 2003
Laur @ 9:02 PM
listening to The Spice Girls
Like Jack Nicholson in Chinatown,
I've got it figured out. I under-
stand. I'm not scared.
I'm just dancing through the days.
Tuesday, August 19, 2003
Laur @ 11:09 PM
listening to The Center of the World by Bright Eyes
I can act just as old as you really are,
if not older.
Though I laugh at myself
when I see the production,
I convinced
you
and her
and him
of the maturity I
pretended to posses-
meaningful conversations and
sounding nostalgic when saying
"hurray."
Monday, August 18, 2003
Laur @ 7:42 PM
listening to The Juliana Theory
Drench me in envy, the
green paint that should be
the color of
my tears.
Laur @ 7:40 PM
listening to The Juliana Theory
Dear Gary,
I'm writing you this, explaining,
my times of troubles, the
ones that you said would come.
Do you want to hear
another story of
rejection and what it feels like to
not belong? I always used the
perfect words, describing to you
with the
persistence of my tears.
I wear my hair down, it's grown
so long. I lit a candle
the other day, to ignite my
energy.
I burned down crying, instead.
Thursday, August 14, 2003
Laur @ 12:35 AM
listening to Lovely Rita by The Beatles
ink splattered,
covering my desk.
"after all,
you're the poet."
but my paper is thin,
i can't begin,
and you keep saying both every thing and
the last thing
i want to hear.
perfect timing?
here's my hand, take my
heart, and
never mind what happened
then, because now
is looking promising with that smile
of yours, and this
waiting
has me utterly
breathless.
Wednesday, August 13, 2003
Laur @ 8:58 PM
listening to Wicked Little Town by Tommy Gnosis
she
[is] meaningful;
tell me,
was she as
softspoken
the day she told you
"yes"?
oh, ask me the
same question that you
asked her,
give me the
chance, and
i will answer in every
synonym,
as loud as i dare.
Tuesday, August 12, 2003
Laur @ 12:40 AM
listening to Ironic by Alanis Morissette
she would have lived naked
in the rain, speak-
ing poetry with every
breath. her heart was
yours, and what have you
done? she cannot
feel the rain through
this window, and her
poetry is lost in the
layers of clothing you
throw upon her.
you
had
no
right.
Saturday, August 09, 2003
Laur @ 11:54 PM
listening to Head Over Heels by Tears for Fears
i'm hugging this pencil with my hand as
if that would make the words
come out better and
come out right,
the way i want them to;
naturally; a river of
words
straight out of the thesaurus
of my mind.
Laur @ 5:45 PM
listening to Hellbent by Kenna
i
can't
find
myself
inside this mirror. they stole me and now
they
control
me.
rescue me.
remind me who it was you saw
in
me
before.
i need your smile to
save me;
take me
by the hand and lead me back through the glass where i can
lay
with you
forever.
Laur @ 1:22 AM
listening to Creep by Radiohead
I CAN'T CONTROL THIS
this
what is this?
she's crying through her laughter.
you wonder
is this girl for real?
you can't have her.
you don't want her.
because you know
everything's at stake.
it's too much
too much
for you to handle.
but you know
she will forgive you
Wednesday, August 06, 2003
Laur @ 3:18 PM
B.N.: I changed the template and the layout. Bonus points if you can guess which Radiohead song it's based on.
listening to Let Down by Radiohead
the clock says 3:33,
and i wonder if you're thinking of me.
i spent so much time sleeping today,
for what reason should i wake up?
the day went past, it slipped away,
like the continuous flow of my blood.
somebody should tell me why,
and give me an explanation,
of how my life is not a lie,
that i have a destination.
the clock says 3:33
and i wonder if you're thinking of me
it doesn't rain enough here.
so many people like their sunshine,
and their skies to be clear...
but then what washes the grime?
i think a lot, too much, you say.
is there anything else to do?
if the rain would wash the sun away,
i could play outside with you.
the clock says 3:33,
and i wonder if you're thinking of me
the clock says 3:33,
and i know what my wish will be;
easy enough, though out of my reach,
i hope you're thinking of me.
Laur @ 2:15 AM
listening to Paranoid Andriod by Radiohead
Ten O' Clock Prophecy
We spend so much time
Doing those kinds of pointless things,
The things that we do;
We fall behind.
Now I am not philosophical
And I am not the wise old man
But one thing I can tell you all:
Life doesn't come in a can.
You spend all night waiting for the phone to ring
Well that phone call won't mean anything
When our closest star is shining bright
And the morning says it'll be alright.
You really didn't have to stay up all night.
She heard a song and it changed her life.
He bought a ring and got a wife.
It could kill them in the long run but
You've got to take it all in strife.
Laur @ 1:49 AM
listening to Lewis [Mistreated] by Radiohead
several seasons passed
in the time we were connected
but it didn't last
joined at the hip but notions neglected
i know it's hard but think of this
you felt me leave the last time we kissed
you're wrong
i'm gone
try not to complicate
you're wrong
i'm gone
it's far too late
once we thought we had forever
but my heart changed it's mind
i'm sorry it's hurts when we're not together
but i will not try "one more time"
i know it's hard but think of this
you felt me leave the last time we kissed
you're wrong
i'm gone
try not to complicate
you're wrong
i'm gone
it's far too late
i've always worn my heart on my sleeve
so please accept that i must leave
you're wrong
i'm gone
try not to complicate
you're wrong
i'm gone
it's far too late
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