Saturday, November 29, 2003
Laur @ 2:09 AM
listening to Bright Lights by Matchbox Twenty
Four thousand and forty two seconds ago
was the last time
you were
witness
to
her smile.
You thought it was genuine.
After so many mornings,
afternoons and evenings and nights
spent with each other,
together,
inseperably
together...
You thought it was genuine.
It wasn't.
But she is.
She is genuine-
genuinely a spirit-
touching souls when she
exchanges words,
and
through all her lighthearted laughter
there is
a desire
to be
more.
Yet,
she is more.
She is more than you,
she is more than me, and
she is more than her
because she
is genuine
and you
will forever regret
the times you have been to busy
to notice
when her smile
wasn't.
Thursday, November 27, 2003
Laur @ 12:54 PM
listening to Hate This Place by The Goo Goo Dolls
I'm writing this,
a thank-you note
to you
but not
for you.
There were times I thought
I would die without you,
and though today there is
significant proof
that I was wrong,
thank you
for giving me
the chance
to feel
that feeling.
Friday, November 14, 2003
Laur @ 10:42 PM
listening to Bad Day by REM
It is one of those nights-
the kind where routine bathroom activities
feel like
just too much effort, and
I ask myself:
why can't I sleep in my contacts?
And while we're at it, why don't I
sleep
right here, my head
on the keyboard,
my snores punching letters and
typing
the best poem
I have ever
written?
Sunday, November 09, 2003
Laur @ 11:17 PM
listening to nothing
You said you'd always be there.
Well
where are you
now?
Laughing like you should be,
oblivious
to someone plain like me?
I wouldn't remember me
either, and
nor
would I want to.
You know my secrets,
all
except one,
what I have become...
so dependent,
terribly
dependent
on you.
Wednesday, November 05, 2003
Laur @ 10:32 PM
listening to Don't You Want Me Baby by Human League
Success has been so easy for you
with that incredible smile that they
all want to earn
and legs they can barely
pretend
not to stare at.
I love being
your friend
but I loathe being
the friend
who stands by and
watches them
as they're
watching you.
It wears me out.
Laur @ 8:18 PM
listening to The Last Place You Look by The Get Up Kids
He stole
my stapler.
It was the night
we were all together.
He touched me
He tickled me
and his hands said hello to my skin
He dove right in.
In the morning
my eyes opened slowly.
I gasped
I groaned
and my burglar alarm was beeping
He must have done it while I was sleeping.
He stole
my stapler.
Laur @ 8:04 PM
listening to She's Come Undone by The Guess Who
He is
a blank CD of thoughts;
trying
to put words into music
as
he realizes they are
not
the same.
I am
a masterpiece of murder;
staring
at the mosquito blood on my hands
as
I remember what he told me I
was capable
of.
We are
on the edges
toppling from the ledges
of what we thought
and what we knew
we could do.
|
|
|