Wednesday, October 29, 2003
Laur @ 9:52 PM
listening to Say It Ain't So
I remember being happy
because it was raining outside and
once upon a time you told me that
raindrops in my hair
made me beautiful, like I
was the goddess of rain.
But it rained so often from my eyes;
my so-called
"beauty"
was not enough.
You wanted a goddess
who could not
feel.
Laur @ 9:50 PM
listening to Break Me by Jewel
I danced my feet off
because I thought you were watching.
Instead, you watched her.
Tuesday, October 21, 2003
Laur @ 6:32 PM
listening to Lucky Love by Ace of Base
I can't stop shivering.
It's a part of me,
a characteristic engraved
so deep
that he was constantly asking,
"Do you need my jacket?"
His jacket:
black
in a strictly casual, non-foreboding way,
and warm
as his scent spread itself all around
and all across
my torso.
Has it been one year already?
My jacket:
blue
in the shade of navy that always matches,
and it should be warm
becuse it only adds
to my bulk- I
wear it every day and
I can't stop shivering;
It's a part of me,
a characteristic engraved
so deep.
Laur @ 6:14 PM
listening to Hello by Oasis
I tried to hold on,
but the flying saucers came
and descended
with their lasers;
I closed my eyes because I was scared
and when I opened them,
you were
gone.
Sunday, October 19, 2003
Laur @ 9:45 PM
listening to Sinead O'Connor
I'm sitting, looking at my reflection
on the surface of my last blank CD.
I'd been the definition of perfection,
according to him, "the epitome."
But the girl whom I am looking at
is tear-stained, broken, so pathetic.
And when she speaks her voice is flat;
she has done something, she regrets it.
She's sorry she left, she thought you'd changed.
Have you any idea how much she's cried?
Her life, too, has been rearranged,
but that doesn't mean that she's died.
You shot her down, you did, I can see her.
But please, tell me why, do I have to be her?
Laur @ 9:22 PM
listening to Sinead O'Connor
I'm holding onto never
because it just might save my life.
Or it could kill me.
But never will I turn around,
and never will I glance your way.
Never will I touch your hand,
and never will I say
"please stay."
because never keeps you
away from me
and that's exactly
what I need.
Laur @ 12:00 PM
listening to more nothing
Your hands were never smooth.
They have been rough and calloused
ever since we met,
because you found your father's guitar
and made it your hobby.
Regardless,
the feeling of those hands-
holding mine or
brushing the hair out of
my face-
never failed to make that strange electricity-
the one that quite plainly says
"The two of you were meant to be here,
right now,
together"-
go through me.
And I knew that we connected,
and I knew that the world was wrong;
fifteen years old and we knew
we knew
we were in love.
I don't know what happened to me,
and I don't know what is happening,
but I know
my mistake
my mistakes
have cost me
my life.
Friday, October 17, 2003
Laur @ 11:03 PM
listening to nothing
Night is endless;
scattered stars
like
gravel
on a dark street-
I lose myself.
Sunday, October 12, 2003
Laur @ 5:20 PM
listening to I've Just Seen a Face by The Beatles
Happy songs make me
sad, simply because they re-
mind me of someone.
You.
Tuesday, October 07, 2003
Laur @ 10:58 PM
listening to The Bends by Radiohead
i remember it
and i forsee you denying it and
i cry in advance
someone like you so
much the same
as someone like me
who was
who is
am i still
your soulmate?
we were dancing
can't you remember
we were dancing through the days
and we knew
we knew that we were magic
but it has melted
just like the snow you gave me
bottled
all the way from colarado
Laur @ 10:39 PM
listening to Faded by Ben Harper
Gentlemanlike;
you hold my hand-
"be careful"-
help me down the hill.
You would carry me
if I would let you.
Saturday, October 04, 2003
Laur @ 10:34 PM
listening to No Man's Woman by Sinead O'Connor
I don't want to sleep
for fear you will abuse that power you have over me...
you would make me dream of you,
and I
desperately
don't want to.
These dreams are like an instant replay
but in slow motion, because
two months is quite some time ago
and I wanted you to know
the radio
plays memories
and sometimes,
sometimes I don't switch them off.
That's when I can see us clearly, and
I can smell the way we were- like
security blankets and
raindrops-
like home.
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