Friday, March 12, 2004
Laur @ 10:35 PM
listening to Maroon 5
I must give you fair warning:
With me
comes earthquakes
hurricanes
tornadoes
hail storms
and lightning;
I am a walking disaster,
your own personal Greek tragedy,
holding back tears
almost 24-7.
If you want me,
you will have to deal with me
and every cause-and-effect
horror story
you never even dared
to imagine;
accept no substitutes.
Laur @ 10:33 PM
listening to Maroon 5
My father is watching a movie downstairs-
I can tell by the
exaggerated exploding sounds
drifting up the stairs
that it’s one of his favorites,
a World War II movie of sorts.
My mother is watching TV in their bedroom-
I can hear the sound of singing
as it makes its way
from some distant reality show
(the real American Idol or a rip-off?)
to my room across the hall.
I am reading in my room-
the words of a vintage
high school literary magazine
echo in my head
among the fake explosions
and the singing voice.
Somewhere in the world
another fifteen year old girl
is alone in her home,
doing as she pleases
and taking the silence
for granted.
Laur @ 10:30 PM
listening to Maroon 5
I don’t know why I kept the flower-
perhaps it is a reminder of you
which cannot be put into words (and believe
you me,
it isn’t for lack of trying).
You never meant to change me, but
a rose dyed blue
was guaranteed to make an impact
on someone like me
who was still basing all of her poems
off of Beatles songs.
Wednesday, March 03, 2004
Laur @ 9:27 PM
listening to nothing
someone said these times are trying.
that's an understatement;
i feel like i am dying.
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