Maybe
May 25, 2008
Maybe you were just looking for a distraction
Maybe I was too
But I got more than I bargained for
When I met you
One drunken kiss
One beautiful evening
One perfect gift
One too many excuses
One thing on my mind
Four months on and I still think you’ll call…
Full brain
May 18, 2008
Who knew, who knows, who’s there, who’s who, who are you to tell me how to live my life
Why me, why us, why now, why not, why am i not able to let go
What’s this, what’s that, what’s what, what are we getting ourselves into
How am I, how are you, how do you do, how do we keep a straight face in a situation like this
When’s it start, when’s it end, when do we ever really feel like grown ups?
Something in the air
April 17, 2008
It’s that time of year
Catching eyes, smiling smiles
It’s not hard to imagine
And impossible to stop thinking about
Headphones in, glances flying
What could be nearly always more exciting than reality
The music elevating every moment
A seductive soundtrack to the movie in my head
On the way to work
April 12, 2008
The blossom makes shapes at my feet as I’m baptised by sound
My neck loosens and my lungs open wide
Skin prickles, I can feel every pore
Feet have purpose, limbs click into place
Body instinctive, mind, soul, heart one
Everything is possibility, everything is flow…
Then the battery fails and the world floods my ears
I’m left blinking, these words in my hand
Pretentious musings, part 2
March 19, 2008
She could easily get lost inside her head. Maybe she already was. There were too many wrong turns, too many self-indulgent holes to fall into. Who needs religion when you have your own messed up mind to study, to pick through for meaning.
Crap poem alert
March 16, 2008
Like shop-bought cake mixture or half-baked bread, writing crap poetry is both satisfying and cringe-inducing in equal measures. There’s the sugar rush of having a go but you feel a bit icky afterwards because there’s very little craft involved. Soul-lite, the instant mash of artistry. So here goes, introducing crap poem numero uno (otherwise known as the one that opened the floodgates):
You blew me away.
With your words, with your lips, with your nervousness.
You kissed me dizzy and I fell into you.
I don’t even know you but I’d really like to.
You got me high.
Just through talking, through laughing, through looking me in the eye.
Your hands in my hair, round my waist.
I don’t even know you but I’d really like to.
You made me weak.
Playing me music, making me breakfast, holding my hand.
Your CD in my pocket, kisses swirling round my head.
I don’t even know you but I’d really like to.
