::: Stone :::

concrete heart
with these stolen shoes
something I forgot to say
a modern mess of truth
just dying to believe in
wooden gods that crucify
hang me from your tree

so turn me away
I'm still made of stone
like the gods you've denied
could you still love me
though I am cold and gray
I could be your gravestone
will you lay under me?

crazy to want this, even for a while

How to choose the healthiest chocolate. Since I know that's important for some of y'all. ;)


Since today seems to be about icons, let's continue the theme. If I could find the proper meme, I'd post that, since I KNOW I've done it before. But. This is an open invite to all y'alls: if you've ever been curious about any of my icons (or are curious about one of my new ones), ask ahead! Hell, ask about as many as you'd like.

::: Song Writer :::

scratch my tongue and hear my song
fall beside me with your laughing eyes
there's spaces in my head you can't fill
not even your ghosts can find the corners
please play a part in my love forever

my life follows after the shadowing sun
like a flower blooming ever outwards
I climb landscapes of words and music
tangling myself into what you used to be
lost forever is the conviction of time

your name is pounding through my ears
it slips between my lips and I taste you
meaningless notes are torn from the soul
our pores bleeding joy in lieu of hope
you stain my heart with your good cheer

anger as beauty

There's a certain danger in knowing you're beautiful, a certain sense of doubt that trails behnd you. And everytime someone stares you feel uncertain. You can't help but wonder if they even think of you as a person at all.

And then you get the awkward comments, the unwelcome touches. How does a girl keep her cool? How can I remain well-mannered and polite when you make me so uncomfortable?

Yes, thank you sir, I'm aware I'm attractive. That does not, however, excuse your behaviour towards me. I am not some model, paid to stand still while you stare. Your lewd comments do not entice me to talk to you, nor does your whistling, or you honking your car horn at me. In fact, they make me angry.

If you're really interested, how about you come talk to me instead? Or offer to buy me tea?




Note to self: article on adult bullying.

National Poetry Month

Since April is National Poetry Month in Canada and the U.S. I'm thinking about maybe posting one of my poems everyday for the month. How do you guys feel about that? I usually just keep my writing in gnutmeg so that you can opt in or out, but...

Opinions?


(Also, anyone else interested in joining me on this and sharing theirs as well, would be awesome!)

::: Pride :::

with your ugly vanity
admirer of no heart
unusual, you say but
my belief is seldom
accostomed to pity

your ghosts haunt me
but follow you to the bus
books fall open by them
useless with knowledge
rusting your truths

arrows will slay Cupid
pathetic spectre fades
you love your jealousy
guarded righteousness
please don't lie to me

your bare cruelty fails
burned by your mirror
call me your other name
I will not answer again
fallen from your pride

::: Dreaming of You :::

why call to me again?
wake me from my slumber
I was dreaming of you
though I shouldn't

when the other option
is nightmares of death
I'd rather you steal by
though I shouldn't

I'm told to hate you
and not to forgive
then I'd let you win
though I shouldn't

I want to forget us
to sleep without fear
of my memories waking
though I shouldn't

::: The Bridge :::

there's a bridge
I'd like to jump
would you miss me?

the water calls
murky and deep
forget to swim

two pale swans
on the surface
I am below

poetry

April is National Poetry Month. To celebrate, I am posting one of my poems every day. You can play along too! Or, if you don't write, post a poem that you love. I would love to see my friendslist filled with poetry all through April.


So, the poem I'm posting today is an older work of mine... 7 or 8 years old, I think. Not my best, but an interesting place to start from. I'll be posting a mix of older and newer so you get an idea of my growth. And remember, you can see all my writing and crap on a regular basis at gnutmeg, if you really like it.


( Beautiful )