Sunday, September 28, 2003
Laur @ 5:11 PM
listening to Crazy Love by Jars of Clay
I remember those nights,
those nights when I would wish on every star-
including the ones I couldn't see.
I thought of you the other night;
I lay lonely and quiet in bed, a pillow over my head-
I'm glad you didn't see me.
Tuesday, September 23, 2003
Laur @ 10:36 PM
listening to The Distance by Cake
I’m looking at you,
watching you staring at her.
And I am dying.
Laur @ 9:39 PM
listening to The Calendar Hung Itself by Bright Eyes
her hair is long like
too much ribbon
but
you can never get too much
of
her.
and it’s brown
like the
chocolate you were once
addicted to
but
now
you’re addicted
to
her.
Monday, September 22, 2003
Laur @ 11:13 PM
listening to silence
It could be much worse.
I cry in the dark of night,
so you do not see.
Sunday, September 21, 2003
Laur @ 6:24 PM
listening to Message From Kathleen by Alkaline Trio
Tonight I'm throwing you down on the ground, and
tonight I'm going to walk all over you.
You will be defenseless
in the exact same way that I was,
as I replace your words
with my feet and
I
let
you
have
it.
Laur @ 6:14 PM
listening to White Flag by Dido
She's worth it
on the rainy days, for
who can surpass a dancer in the rain?
Thursday, September 18, 2003
Laur @ 11:07 PM
listening to I'll Do Anything by Jason Mraz
She's...
can't find the adjective.
saying the right things i can almost
smell her through this computer screen
you see
she doesn't know it but when i hug her
yes
i smell her hair and you know what
it smells damn good
I'm...
can't think of the word.
unsure of what to say to her it's funny how she humours me
with her time and
patience with my silences i'm
too slow for such a deep thinker like her in fact
if only i could say something besides
asking her about
her day
she really might sort-of
you know
like me.
We're...
slowly progressing
with the usage
of a dictionary (or could it be
a thesauraus?)
Wednesday, September 17, 2003
Laur @ 10:52 PM
listening to the fan
I'm seeing myself
from this oblique angle.
I'm on the outside
and looking in.
It's kind of odd to watch her sleeping.
The way her legs curl up to her chest,
and how her arms are clutching that noseless stuffed bear;
I sense an insecurity.
This insecurity I see,
it is out of place,
it does not belong.
For I've watched her through the days,
and I've noticed
a common misconception.
Could it be
that the tightest hugs
are from those who
never
ever
want to let go?
I'm seeing myself
from this oblique angle.
I'm on the outside
and looking in.
Sunday, September 14, 2003
Laur @ 10:22 PM
listening to There You'll Be by Faith Hall
It’s two in the morning.
I refuse to explain why I am still awake.
This pen isn’t writing…
I’m tired of fighting…
I guess there’s no use denying…
Alright, I was crying.
Laur @ 10:21 PM
listening to A Taste of Honey by The Beatles
define "playful."
wait a second. that's
not
me.
i'm sorry, but i'm
serious.
seriously serious
about being serious about
you...
...you hug the thought away.
Sunday, September 07, 2003
Laur @ 2:38 PM
listening to Afterglow by Garbage
This poem is not about you.
You, the highlighter on my jeans.
No one knows what it means.
But I understand you now.
I don't deserve this.
This poem is not about you.
You, the chocolate on my shirt.
They know you treat me like dirt.
But I understand you now.
I don't deserve this.
This poem is not about you.
You, the ink on my arm.
Didn't mean to cause me harm.
But I understand you now.
I don't deserve this.
This poem is not about you.
You, the blue fuzz in my hair.
What would it take for you to care?
But I understand you now.
I don't deserve this.
This poem is not about you.
You, the one on my mind.
Neglect is so unkind.
But I understand you now.
And I understand you now.
But I still don't deserve this.
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