Sunday, January 25, 2004
Laur @ 4:59 PM
listening to Breakfast at Tiffany's by Deep Blue Something
I am Helena and you
you are my Demetrius.
What does my soul taste like?
Because you have been spitting it out
for quite some time now,
and I want to know
why;
I live off my persistence-
your agitation is
the one constant in my life-
your shadow has become
my best friend.
Don’t think of me as pathetic
I prefer the word “ambitious”
“determined”
“relentless”
“steadfast”
”tireless”
I know exactly what I want-
my heart is stuck on you.
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
Laur @ 7:44 PM
listening to Dave Matthews Band
I often wonder if my poetry
is good. And
if
my poetry was good,
good enough,
I would see it
in a book
in a magazine
on a website;
scrawled
desperately, for inspiration,
by a student
on the inside cover of a book
they’ve been assigned to read
for English class.
I’ve always thought that
if that happened,
I would receive a note (maybe an
email),
from one of the greats
like Miss Dorothy Parker or
Mr. Poe or
Master Shakespeare himself
and the note would be
a certificate,
proclaiming me
oh-so-officially
a poet
a poetess--
no longer
that girl in the classroom
who has a composition book and
too much to say
about Homer’s Iliad.
Monday, January 12, 2004
Laur @ 12:27 PM
listening to people talking
Isn't she lovely?
I like asking you questions that I
can predict
the answers to.
Lovelier than me?
Even if they kill me.
Thursday, January 08, 2004
Laur @ 8:50 PM
[poetess' note: slight messed-upness of site until I have evaluated all poems existing on it for their poetic value and possible placement into a personal poetry anthology. thank you.]
Laur @ 8:35 PM
listening to Jump by The Pointer Sisters
It is natural, they say,
to crave that
which you cannot have.
It is a blanket statement, and
it blankets us all.
There are those of us
who accept defeat, averting
our eyes
from what we so
desired.
Yet I persist, and
I will stop
at nothing
until in my arms
I behold
the unattainable which I alone
have attained.
poetess' note: I should like to explain that this is from the point of view of Paris as he goes after Helen. And I also would like to know if it seems cut off too early? Merci.
Sunday, January 04, 2004
Laur @ 11:08 PM
listening to Plane Crash in C by Rilo Kiley
How grand it must have been,
in that moment,
the very second,
when you could triumphantly say, "Yes!
That's it! I'm over her!"
These days I have been lifting weights,
so that eventually
I can
push time backwards
till it reaches that moment,
and I will then
let it run again.
But not until after
I stop your mouth with a kiss and
beg you
not
to let go
just yet.
Saturday, January 03, 2004
Laur @ 10:53 AM
listening to Grace is Gone by Dave Matthews Band
I despise the sunny days,
because where is the drama?
Broken-hearted people
do not dance
in sunlight.
They stand in the rain and
stare straight ahead
as they realize
their life
is over.
|
|
|