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Polls / Who is Mary Magdalene?
« on: February 20, 2006, 07:46:39 pm »
My research paper. Not specifically this topic, I'll explain it later, so I don't have everyone hating me.
Anyway, who was she?
Anyway, who was she?
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Completely Off-Topic / Pass the Potato!
« on: July 19, 2005, 04:18:22 pm »
http://www.passthepotato.com/potato-1.php?potatoid=050719195203-292321
Click on this and pass my potato. It's sad. Help me.
Click on this and pass my potato. It's sad. Help me.
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Creative Endeavors / French Quarter After Eleven
« on: July 11, 2005, 07:20:40 pm »
Lately, Fall seems like it couldn't come any sooner,
But thank you for calling to say goodbye.
I don't want to spend another night alone,
But I hope Louisiana's enough without me.
And every now and then, I think about your face and hold your last letter,
While I lie down far away from that blanket that reminds me so much of you.
"I was just calling to remind you that I miss you more you'll ever know."
It was a bad idea to write a song so inappropriate for you.
I guess that I should say: this November when you're falling behind,
Look down your street to see if the willow tree is blowing with the wind,
That's the same temperature as that in Germantown,
And remember I miss you.
You told me the most beautiful place you'd ever been was the forest.
(It's such a bad, bad song for such a pretty girl.)
But thanks for everything, and I promise one day,
I'll write you a better song,
And take you to where the trees that used to blow bloom golden.
To me, this is the most appealing place by your beautiful side.
And with my blue eyes of yours, I'll see my black reflection,
And understand you're more to me than summertime.
If I could hear you laugh, I swear it would make my day.
But until then, you know I know, and my September is slowly on its way.
But thank you for calling to say goodbye.
I don't want to spend another night alone,
But I hope Louisiana's enough without me.
And every now and then, I think about your face and hold your last letter,
While I lie down far away from that blanket that reminds me so much of you.
"I was just calling to remind you that I miss you more you'll ever know."
It was a bad idea to write a song so inappropriate for you.
I guess that I should say: this November when you're falling behind,
Look down your street to see if the willow tree is blowing with the wind,
That's the same temperature as that in Germantown,
And remember I miss you.
You told me the most beautiful place you'd ever been was the forest.
(It's such a bad, bad song for such a pretty girl.)
But thanks for everything, and I promise one day,
I'll write you a better song,
And take you to where the trees that used to blow bloom golden.
To me, this is the most appealing place by your beautiful side.
And with my blue eyes of yours, I'll see my black reflection,
And understand you're more to me than summertime.
If I could hear you laugh, I swear it would make my day.
But until then, you know I know, and my September is slowly on its way.
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Creative Endeavors / Misconceptions in South Central
« on: June 15, 2005, 11:42:33 am »
The sound of rain hitting more rain, well I know I’m right.
All I can say is I missed you so much tonight.
My senses are gone, except the one that tells me I know your face.
And I just fell in love with you.
After this night and all our long conversations,
Your face, from what I remember, reminds me that I’m not the only one.
Well maybe I am the only one as lonely right now. Can you see me?
But I just fell in love with you.
Do you remember that I’d never seen the sunrise,
Until Monday morning with Sraylight Run on the radio: sing me anything,
Because I just fell in love with you.
So I snuck out again tonight. But what’s the difference,
When I look up and tell myself, “This isn’t right”?
It's not right, and I just fell in love with you.
Well I don’t know, but maybe you’re lying in bed like I am.
It's two o'clock in the morning, and I just fell in love with you.
It’s two o’clock in the morning, that’s four hours I have.
But don’t say goodnight, because I don’t want to miss you that much.
All I can say is I missed you so much tonight.
My senses are gone, except the one that tells me I know your face.
And I just fell in love with you.
After this night and all our long conversations,
Your face, from what I remember, reminds me that I’m not the only one.
Well maybe I am the only one as lonely right now. Can you see me?
But I just fell in love with you.
Do you remember that I’d never seen the sunrise,
Until Monday morning with Sraylight Run on the radio: sing me anything,
Because I just fell in love with you.
So I snuck out again tonight. But what’s the difference,
When I look up and tell myself, “This isn’t right”?
It's not right, and I just fell in love with you.
Well I don’t know, but maybe you’re lying in bed like I am.
It's two o'clock in the morning, and I just fell in love with you.
It’s two o’clock in the morning, that’s four hours I have.
But don’t say goodnight, because I don’t want to miss you that much.
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Creative Endeavors / Bacon
« on: May 31, 2005, 07:28:34 pm »
My brother and I, we talk about the Summer time.
Now I’m falling for you, and I don’t really care.
See, I’ve wasted ten months on something I knew I could never change,
But now you’re here and I’m refocusing on you;
You’re something different. And I hope I can change.
And maybe Summer will bring a different me that you can hold onto.
But my other half affected me, and now it’s over.
It’s different with you; it’s changed,
Because I just want to sit on my back porch,
And smoke away green eyes with another shade of blue.
Understand, you don’t believe me.
But Summer will come and I’ll be wrapped up in you,
Like you’ll want me to be. I will get you to.
I’ll convince you to, just give it some time,
And you’ll parle francais avec moi sometime after midnight.
I already miss you. I wasted so much time on that Republican, beautiful thing.
And you’re so much more of me, it’s just too bad I didn’t see it any sooner.
Don’t worry; you didn’t ever need to follow me outside.
Just sit with me sometime.
I’m falling for you and I know that when it hurts so bad I have to write,
It’s so much more than physical.
But join me this July on my back porch.
I miss my blonde-haired, blue-eyed confidant.
Be my new one. Be outside for me.
And now I’m falling for you, and I guess it could have ended so much differently,
So exasperating with so much wanting, but all I want is you and sometimes I have you.
But others, I’m just slipping away and falling for you this Summer time.
Now I’m falling for you, and I don’t really care.
See, I’ve wasted ten months on something I knew I could never change,
But now you’re here and I’m refocusing on you;
You’re something different. And I hope I can change.
And maybe Summer will bring a different me that you can hold onto.
But my other half affected me, and now it’s over.
It’s different with you; it’s changed,
Because I just want to sit on my back porch,
And smoke away green eyes with another shade of blue.
Understand, you don’t believe me.
But Summer will come and I’ll be wrapped up in you,
Like you’ll want me to be. I will get you to.
I’ll convince you to, just give it some time,
And you’ll parle francais avec moi sometime after midnight.
I already miss you. I wasted so much time on that Republican, beautiful thing.
And you’re so much more of me, it’s just too bad I didn’t see it any sooner.
Don’t worry; you didn’t ever need to follow me outside.
Just sit with me sometime.
I’m falling for you and I know that when it hurts so bad I have to write,
It’s so much more than physical.
But join me this July on my back porch.
I miss my blonde-haired, blue-eyed confidant.
Be my new one. Be outside for me.
And now I’m falling for you, and I guess it could have ended so much differently,
So exasperating with so much wanting, but all I want is you and sometimes I have you.
But others, I’m just slipping away and falling for you this Summer time.
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Creative Endeavors / Manual Stadium
« on: May 09, 2005, 08:28:38 pm »
Sometimes, and I don't know why, but I just want to see you.
And I'm thinking now what you'd be doing if you were on my bed, beside me.
You can only write when hurt, so, "When did this happen?"
"I don't know, sometime after last week, I guess."
I think I'll just collapse.
See, PCP didn't work; I just sang your song to Michael.
But sometimes, and keep in mind, that I swear to you, I don't know why,
But I just want to see you again.
I forget your eyes, your smile, your hair, your legs;
You're unbelievably entertaining without moving a muscle.
So I guess I didn't forget your green eyes,
Your perfect smile, your long hair, and the way you move.
But don't, please don't run away from me.
Understand, I'd given up. But I'm not like that anymore.
"Hey, wasn't that just yesterday?"
But something's got to give because I can't keep going,
Pretending I don't notice your face,
Or the way your lips move when you talk to me.
"Get out of Fall, we don't sleep there anymore.
"Forget the leaves, the sky, and . . ." Your eyes?
It's not going to happen. Just smoke, and I'll tell you one thing:
You hate my smile and you hate my hair,
But I miss your smile and your hair is everywhere.
These Keller-conversations are quite entertaining, to say the least,
But only because you breathe so beautifully.
If it was anyone else, silence would not be tolerable.
But it's fine, because The Bridge of San Luis Rey got tiring,
Not nearly as bad as Catcher in the Rye.
So I'm sorry; I got carried away again, but goodnight.
And I'd wait for an answer, but since I know better than that,
I'll just stare at you all night.
Quite entertaining, if I do lie to myself. Quel demage.[/u]
And I'm thinking now what you'd be doing if you were on my bed, beside me.
You can only write when hurt, so, "When did this happen?"
"I don't know, sometime after last week, I guess."
I think I'll just collapse.
See, PCP didn't work; I just sang your song to Michael.
But sometimes, and keep in mind, that I swear to you, I don't know why,
But I just want to see you again.
I forget your eyes, your smile, your hair, your legs;
You're unbelievably entertaining without moving a muscle.
So I guess I didn't forget your green eyes,
Your perfect smile, your long hair, and the way you move.
But don't, please don't run away from me.
Understand, I'd given up. But I'm not like that anymore.
"Hey, wasn't that just yesterday?"
But something's got to give because I can't keep going,
Pretending I don't notice your face,
Or the way your lips move when you talk to me.
"Get out of Fall, we don't sleep there anymore.
"Forget the leaves, the sky, and . . ." Your eyes?
It's not going to happen. Just smoke, and I'll tell you one thing:
You hate my smile and you hate my hair,
But I miss your smile and your hair is everywhere.
These Keller-conversations are quite entertaining, to say the least,
But only because you breathe so beautifully.
If it was anyone else, silence would not be tolerable.
But it's fine, because The Bridge of San Luis Rey got tiring,
Not nearly as bad as Catcher in the Rye.
So I'm sorry; I got carried away again, but goodnight.
And I'd wait for an answer, but since I know better than that,
I'll just stare at you all night.
Quite entertaining, if I do lie to myself. Quel demage.[/u]
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Creative Endeavors / Never a Night Before Vodka - 100 Proof
« on: April 10, 2005, 11:39:47 am »
I've been waiting so long just to see you again.
And I've been sleeping on my front steps with memories of you, last Fall.
I wonder why it took so long for me to get where I've never been.
I've found I'm searching my pillows for pieces of your hair.
Your eyes are sinking in water; their green is lifeless and your face is so flushed.
I've been thinking of drinking my Spring nights with you away.
It took me so long to expect that I'll never see dying leaves with you again,
But I'll sit here waiting, knowing you'll never touch my face again.
Against brick buildings, I held you.
They thought that something was happening; I only wish it was.
I wish for you the way I met you.
I've decided avoiding you for at least a while might be the best thing,
After all, my first smoke after three sober months is the best one I could have.
I've been waiting so long, so smile for me. Just to see you . . .
And I've been sleeping on my front steps with memories of you, last Fall.
I wonder why it took so long for me to get where I've never been.
I've found I'm searching my pillows for pieces of your hair.
Your eyes are sinking in water; their green is lifeless and your face is so flushed.
I've been thinking of drinking my Spring nights with you away.
It took me so long to expect that I'll never see dying leaves with you again,
But I'll sit here waiting, knowing you'll never touch my face again.
Against brick buildings, I held you.
They thought that something was happening; I only wish it was.
I wish for you the way I met you.
I've decided avoiding you for at least a while might be the best thing,
After all, my first smoke after three sober months is the best one I could have.
I've been waiting so long, so smile for me. Just to see you . . .
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Creative Endeavors / All Our Novembers
« on: March 29, 2005, 07:42:55 pm »
Sometimes I took hits and I'd sit with you and watch the world slowly fall away from us,
But I mean when I say that that is where I'll die and it'd be more than alright.
You'd lie next to me and there's nothing more I'd rather do,
Than to feel your hand slide up my arm onto my neck.
You're still with me through the scent of your sweater and that's as close as I can get.
All I want to do is spend a holiday with you, maybe in Versailles.
Anyway, happy Valentine's Day, it wasn't as it used to be.
I spent the night with you over the phone and that's as close as I can get.
There's just one more thing I'd rather do than spend the night wrapped up in you:
It's to touch your face and spend the night somewhere in Versailles.
You know all we need to make it worth your time is an ounce, a pint, and a box of grapes.
That's my holiday . . .
Je vais tout avec vous, now I just want you around.
Pour je vous aime, tu est vraimente belle et tu est ma valentine pour Noel.
I don't know why that makes sense, but that's what I mean to say,
So you're my Christmas valentine and you're so gorgeous.
So much for falling out of love.
This is how it used to be. Nothing ever, ever changed,
Though I know you've thought that something inside me is going to give, but it already has for you.
I can't control my Novembers and anything afters,
But if losing myself is what it takes to lose myself in you again,
Then I don't know who I am . . . or maybe I never did. It was always you.
And nothing gold can stay, so you left at more than the wave of a hand,
And I'm doing - I swear - all that I can to bring back everything I had,
Before getting sick, fairy tales, and the clock of all these feelings,
Being broken by the hand of what someone might never have had.
And I'm sorry for being cynical and keeping you up when all that you wanted was sleep.
But I'm still awake and you're not here, even my November is gone,
With your sad, green eyes, wanting nothing more than to see me smiling and telling you, "It's fine."
Yeah - no one's under your bed but me.
My black eyes are so lonely without the window of your Spring-green eyes for me to stare into.
But I'm sorry, because this is still not enough for me to say that I miss you so much.
But I mean when I say that that is where I'll die and it'd be more than alright.
You'd lie next to me and there's nothing more I'd rather do,
Than to feel your hand slide up my arm onto my neck.
You're still with me through the scent of your sweater and that's as close as I can get.
All I want to do is spend a holiday with you, maybe in Versailles.
Anyway, happy Valentine's Day, it wasn't as it used to be.
I spent the night with you over the phone and that's as close as I can get.
There's just one more thing I'd rather do than spend the night wrapped up in you:
It's to touch your face and spend the night somewhere in Versailles.
You know all we need to make it worth your time is an ounce, a pint, and a box of grapes.
That's my holiday . . .
Je vais tout avec vous, now I just want you around.
Pour je vous aime, tu est vraimente belle et tu est ma valentine pour Noel.
I don't know why that makes sense, but that's what I mean to say,
So you're my Christmas valentine and you're so gorgeous.
So much for falling out of love.
This is how it used to be. Nothing ever, ever changed,
Though I know you've thought that something inside me is going to give, but it already has for you.
I can't control my Novembers and anything afters,
But if losing myself is what it takes to lose myself in you again,
Then I don't know who I am . . . or maybe I never did. It was always you.
And nothing gold can stay, so you left at more than the wave of a hand,
And I'm doing - I swear - all that I can to bring back everything I had,
Before getting sick, fairy tales, and the clock of all these feelings,
Being broken by the hand of what someone might never have had.
And I'm sorry for being cynical and keeping you up when all that you wanted was sleep.
But I'm still awake and you're not here, even my November is gone,
With your sad, green eyes, wanting nothing more than to see me smiling and telling you, "It's fine."
Yeah - no one's under your bed but me.
My black eyes are so lonely without the window of your Spring-green eyes for me to stare into.
But I'm sorry, because this is still not enough for me to say that I miss you so much.
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Completely Off-Topic / What Do You Do . . .
« on: February 27, 2005, 11:27:56 am »
I need advice; I rarely ask for advice also, which means that I REALLY need advice.
Okay, so here's the scenario:
You meet somebody. You're really good friends with them most of the time; however, for the other half of the time, you're fighting or arguing over anything (regardless of its importance). This pisses everybody off, with your couple-except-NOT-couple-ness. So now you've grown a liking for the person, and aren't sure if he/she thinks the same about you. A lot of times you're certain of it, and other times you know it's not going to happen. This person always finds an excuse to say that he/she hates you, but ten minutes later is all over you. (We all hate mixed signals, no?)
So what the fuck is his/her deal? Please explain.
Okay, so here's the scenario:
You meet somebody. You're really good friends with them most of the time; however, for the other half of the time, you're fighting or arguing over anything (regardless of its importance). This pisses everybody off, with your couple-except-NOT-couple-ness. So now you've grown a liking for the person, and aren't sure if he/she thinks the same about you. A lot of times you're certain of it, and other times you know it's not going to happen. This person always finds an excuse to say that he/she hates you, but ten minutes later is all over you. (We all hate mixed signals, no?)
So what the fuck is his/her deal? Please explain.
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Creative Endeavors / You Always Stole my Yellow Blanket
« on: February 22, 2005, 11:19:22 am »
dfds
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Creative Endeavors / C'est Vous Pres de Mardi Gras
« on: February 06, 2005, 04:41:43 pm »
You say you don't mean it, but anything can change.
It's been only two years now and I'm stuck here,
Waiting for something different that reminds me of you.
And Fridays won't be the same for two weeks or until you drink again.
But Lent is on its way, and I thought March air would bring a new breath to inhale.
(Cigarette smoke's outlining your name and embarassing the clocks.)
So how can you reject someone who tells you they love you?
It's nothing that it seems, but you didn't mean it; it's still not the same.
Push back your hair, tell you he means it,
But nothing will kill that fact that we're both so insecure.
To sum it up, all I really want is for you to be happy.
And you can say what you want,
But I know you more than you know yourself.
Let him push your hair behind your ears and touch your face.
And stare at you for hours,
Because regardless if he's stoned, he'll still love you.
And so will I, but even ten hits won't let that be known.
It's been only two years now and I'm stuck here,
Waiting for something different that reminds me of you.
And Fridays won't be the same for two weeks or until you drink again.
But Lent is on its way, and I thought March air would bring a new breath to inhale.
(Cigarette smoke's outlining your name and embarassing the clocks.)
So how can you reject someone who tells you they love you?
It's nothing that it seems, but you didn't mean it; it's still not the same.
Push back your hair, tell you he means it,
But nothing will kill that fact that we're both so insecure.
To sum it up, all I really want is for you to be happy.
And you can say what you want,
But I know you more than you know yourself.
Let him push your hair behind your ears and touch your face.
And stare at you for hours,
Because regardless if he's stoned, he'll still love you.
And so will I, but even ten hits won't let that be known.
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Creative Endeavors / Your Eyes Are . . .
« on: January 04, 2005, 07:05:56 pm »
Does it bother you when the only thing I focus on,
Is that everything you said you'd change,
You swear you'd never touch again?
It seems so hard to want to change while numb.
I think of you only when I realize that there's no hope for me to quit,
Because I have no self-control, but we're both so insecure.
But when you combine two negatives, all we are is sure,
That there is nothing that I could say to you for you to change.
Positive is nothing and I thought you "didn't notice."
Well something bothers me, when you say you don't care if I hurt you.
Yeah, you can breathe without me; in fact,
You've "had some trouble breathing" with me around you.
So hang my picture just to watch it burn.
I'd say I'm sorry again,
And I'd guess I'll never learn that your sad, green eyes can't control me.
But when the lights go out and there's no one there to you on,
Keep saying to yourself that you don't need my company -
You've "made it this far without . . ." me. Did I let you go?
Have you figured what the problem was with one more hit, one more time?
When your voice wears down and there's no one with you who turns you on,
Can you even remember if you've changed?
Because we're so far back and I'm mixing with your last three months.
But you've made it this far.
And every weekend without me since then has been a blur. But you let go.
So follow me home. Let me know if something's changed,
Because I needed you now that I was climbing out of this hole,
With L-O-V-E carved into it, that swallowed me.
And it left me for nothing but hopes that soon you'll visit me,
And we'll spend another night on my front porch.
I thought you said you loved him, but that was December.
Now the new year's here, and I'm finally climbing out,
Shattering every light that you turned on, convinced you're wearing off.
Is that everything you said you'd change,
You swear you'd never touch again?
It seems so hard to want to change while numb.
I think of you only when I realize that there's no hope for me to quit,
Because I have no self-control, but we're both so insecure.
But when you combine two negatives, all we are is sure,
That there is nothing that I could say to you for you to change.
Positive is nothing and I thought you "didn't notice."
Well something bothers me, when you say you don't care if I hurt you.
Yeah, you can breathe without me; in fact,
You've "had some trouble breathing" with me around you.
So hang my picture just to watch it burn.
I'd say I'm sorry again,
And I'd guess I'll never learn that your sad, green eyes can't control me.
But when the lights go out and there's no one there to you on,
Keep saying to yourself that you don't need my company -
You've "made it this far without . . ." me. Did I let you go?
Have you figured what the problem was with one more hit, one more time?
When your voice wears down and there's no one with you who turns you on,
Can you even remember if you've changed?
Because we're so far back and I'm mixing with your last three months.
But you've made it this far.
And every weekend without me since then has been a blur. But you let go.
So follow me home. Let me know if something's changed,
Because I needed you now that I was climbing out of this hole,
With L-O-V-E carved into it, that swallowed me.
And it left me for nothing but hopes that soon you'll visit me,
And we'll spend another night on my front porch.
I thought you said you loved him, but that was December.
Now the new year's here, and I'm finally climbing out,
Shattering every light that you turned on, convinced you're wearing off.
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Creative Endeavors / Fall's Always Warmer than my Winter with You
« on: December 10, 2004, 10:18:31 pm »
There's so many things that I could say to you,
To try to bring you back to my front porch when the leaves fall.
They're just memories.
Your eyes lit up the room when the lights were out,
And all I saw was your face.
But you don't speak to me anymore.
And Fall was the flick of a lighter.
To get you back, should I buy a pint of whiskey again?
All those nights in my bedroom when you laid on me (led me on),
And told me about past boyfriends, yet you've never had your first kiss.
I just want to be your first kiss.
Every weekday morning, my alarm clock screams your name,
And you're the first thing in my head.
But you've got me feeling so bad for what I did.
What did I do? I could write another song for you.
Notes got old,
And field hockey games I spent with you are nothing to what I feel for you.
Phone calls - I check the phone just to see if you've called.
Every hour I've spent on the phone with you,
Isn't as long as my seconds without you.
Parties, when the nights get short and my temper is the same.
And my patience is just a metaphor to the cigarette that's burning down.
"It was all on the tip of my tongue," your tongue.
Horoscopes tell me that we should be alone . . . atleast for a while.
But I'd do anything just to be near you when I put another Camel out,
Or when I finish another fifteen-minute piano song.
But you run away; you're always on your feet,
And I just wanted to meet you again.
Don't cry, because when you cried I could hold you,
But I'm not welcome to that anymore.
All these nights on my front porch, waiting for someone to take us away,
Are just memories.
I should have taken you away right then, but I'm not welcome to it anymore.
There's a memory of you - early Fall -
On my street in the dark with nothing but an undershirt on.
And a cigarette in my mouth, and I took it out and exhaled,
Just to kiss you but I know you didn't notice.
And my acoustic on the front porch,
Sing another song of pillars - but the stage collapse.
It was once set. But I miss you and our football games.
To say that I am sorry would be the minimum, so I miss you.
To try to bring you back to my front porch when the leaves fall.
They're just memories.
Your eyes lit up the room when the lights were out,
And all I saw was your face.
But you don't speak to me anymore.
And Fall was the flick of a lighter.
To get you back, should I buy a pint of whiskey again?
All those nights in my bedroom when you laid on me (led me on),
And told me about past boyfriends, yet you've never had your first kiss.
I just want to be your first kiss.
Every weekday morning, my alarm clock screams your name,
And you're the first thing in my head.
But you've got me feeling so bad for what I did.
What did I do? I could write another song for you.
Notes got old,
And field hockey games I spent with you are nothing to what I feel for you.
Phone calls - I check the phone just to see if you've called.
Every hour I've spent on the phone with you,
Isn't as long as my seconds without you.
Parties, when the nights get short and my temper is the same.
And my patience is just a metaphor to the cigarette that's burning down.
"It was all on the tip of my tongue," your tongue.
Horoscopes tell me that we should be alone . . . atleast for a while.
But I'd do anything just to be near you when I put another Camel out,
Or when I finish another fifteen-minute piano song.
But you run away; you're always on your feet,
And I just wanted to meet you again.
Don't cry, because when you cried I could hold you,
But I'm not welcome to that anymore.
All these nights on my front porch, waiting for someone to take us away,
Are just memories.
I should have taken you away right then, but I'm not welcome to it anymore.
There's a memory of you - early Fall -
On my street in the dark with nothing but an undershirt on.
And a cigarette in my mouth, and I took it out and exhaled,
Just to kiss you but I know you didn't notice.
And my acoustic on the front porch,
Sing another song of pillars - but the stage collapse.
It was once set. But I miss you and our football games.
To say that I am sorry would be the minimum, so I miss you.
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Creative Endeavors / Every Time I Die (to be so Literal)
« on: November 27, 2004, 11:20:39 pm »
Every time I die, I just happen to be thinking of you.
Let's hope this time, you're coming to my funeral.
And I heard your Mom, she made you cry sometime on Thanksgiving.
So what are you thankful for? But atleast the new year's close.
And so now, it's 2:05 and I'm smoking on my backporch,
With nothing but a t-shirt on.
Let's hope they don't catch me; I hope you don't catch me this time.
Now, I hear cans hitting each other in my neighbor's yard.
I think it might be you. Coming to visit? No, I know it's not you.
See your neighborhood's too far away,
And right now I doubt you'd waste too much energy, running to St. Joseph.
I spent all your money, thinking you wouldn't come back,
But as soon as I smoked, you called me at noon.
So every time I die, I think of the wind that's blowing.
And you said that you would smoke,
But your hit count is the last time you talked to me, divided by two weeks.
(Which equals zero.)
Come in. Come in. You see these nights of boredom growing?
I know you want to call me so just do it; it's not too late.
This paper just so happens to be one that you wrote, "I luv yooh" on.
See every time I die, I want you to know you are my last thought,
And that I only think of you. I only wish for you at Summer in my bedroom.
Fall was fine, but December will steal you.
And I'm falling with the temperature as it drops and drops.
But thanks for October. The fifth of November sucked - remember that game?
But like Adam says, if you think you might some to California, I think you should.
Except now I wish I was in California, too - so please forgive me.
And I heard your Mom made you cry again, this past Thanksgiving.
Well, silently in my head, I said I was so thankful for you, and our Octobers.
Anyway, this time I'm sober and I really am honestly sorry.
Let's hope this time, you're coming to my funeral.
And I heard your Mom, she made you cry sometime on Thanksgiving.
So what are you thankful for? But atleast the new year's close.
And so now, it's 2:05 and I'm smoking on my backporch,
With nothing but a t-shirt on.
Let's hope they don't catch me; I hope you don't catch me this time.
Now, I hear cans hitting each other in my neighbor's yard.
I think it might be you. Coming to visit? No, I know it's not you.
See your neighborhood's too far away,
And right now I doubt you'd waste too much energy, running to St. Joseph.
I spent all your money, thinking you wouldn't come back,
But as soon as I smoked, you called me at noon.
So every time I die, I think of the wind that's blowing.
And you said that you would smoke,
But your hit count is the last time you talked to me, divided by two weeks.
(Which equals zero.)
Come in. Come in. You see these nights of boredom growing?
I know you want to call me so just do it; it's not too late.
This paper just so happens to be one that you wrote, "I luv yooh" on.
See every time I die, I want you to know you are my last thought,
And that I only think of you. I only wish for you at Summer in my bedroom.
Fall was fine, but December will steal you.
And I'm falling with the temperature as it drops and drops.
But thanks for October. The fifth of November sucked - remember that game?
But like Adam says, if you think you might some to California, I think you should.
Except now I wish I was in California, too - so please forgive me.
And I heard your Mom made you cry again, this past Thanksgiving.
Well, silently in my head, I said I was so thankful for you, and our Octobers.
Anyway, this time I'm sober and I really am honestly sorry.
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Creative Endeavors / November 12, 2004
« on: November 10, 2004, 06:23:59 pm »
You say it's your birthday next week.
Well, I'm sorry, I can't help you.
But sometimes things go wrong and we stay home.
I know I'm an asshole, smart-ass,
And I say more than what fits this room,
But I didn't mean to hurt you.
I finally stopped you and stalled,
But brought it up again.
And you started crying and I held you for a while.
Smoked Friday nights,
When the rain makes everything,
Look like mosaics and sometimes I crumble, too.
Then, it was okay to fall onto you.
Two o'clock on Saturday morning,
Take a hit and fall onto me.
You just turned fifteen.
Your eyes, they're always just so green.
Your hair falls . . . or something,
And you look at me.
I give you a smile and turn around.
I think you know and think the same,
Because I'm too uncomfortable with fire.
Lazy Saturday mornings,
When the rain makes everything,
Look like mosaics and I crumble, too.
I watch your car as it drives off.
I sit alone on the front step.
I promised you a better present.
But you're fifteen.
And I'm sorry your birthday sucked.
Being sad, stoned, and alone . . .
Well, I'm sorry, I can't help you.
But sometimes things go wrong and we stay home.
I know I'm an asshole, smart-ass,
And I say more than what fits this room,
But I didn't mean to hurt you.
I finally stopped you and stalled,
But brought it up again.
And you started crying and I held you for a while.
Smoked Friday nights,
When the rain makes everything,
Look like mosaics and sometimes I crumble, too.
Then, it was okay to fall onto you.
Two o'clock on Saturday morning,
Take a hit and fall onto me.
You just turned fifteen.
Your eyes, they're always just so green.
Your hair falls . . . or something,
And you look at me.
I give you a smile and turn around.
I think you know and think the same,
Because I'm too uncomfortable with fire.
Lazy Saturday mornings,
When the rain makes everything,
Look like mosaics and I crumble, too.
I watch your car as it drives off.
I sit alone on the front step.
I promised you a better present.
But you're fifteen.
And I'm sorry your birthday sucked.
Being sad, stoned, and alone . . .