Ya.. I'm TOTALLY gonna get all the Sugarland poems done on time....
Want To
I want to see your face
I want to touch your skin
I want to kiss your lips
I want to hold your hand
I want to free your soul
I want to end his hurt
I want to stop this now
I want to relieve my guilt
I want to split yourself
I want to let you have us both
I want your utter happiness
I want my conscience silenced
I want to say "surrender"
I want to make retreat
I want to save my fragile heart
I want to swiftly kill my pain
I want to have you and to hold you
I want to seranade you
I want to dance with you
I want to love you without fear of retribution
I want to say hello
I want to say goodbye
I want to whisper in your ear
I want to scream my rage
I want to cry and sob
I want to laugh and smile
I want to let go of the world
I want to hold you for a while
I want to reach the future
I want this to be the past
I want to just move on, with you or without
I want to know your choice
I wanted you
I wanted not you
And one of those came true.
My Year of Writing Dangerously
On the spur of one of my (increasingly rare) moments of inspiration, I decided that in order to maintain my artistic integrity, and because I can't keep calling myself a writer for much longer without actually WRITING something, I am going to write a poem a day for the next year. The first poem will be posted on August 10, 2010 and the last poem will be posted on August 10, 2011. (Unless, of course, I decide to keep going.) Not all of the poems will be good, and DEFINITELY not all of them will be interesting, but I will gaze around my kitchen, my living room, and Coming Home Cafe until something inspires me, then write a poem about it, as well as my random thoughts on the mundane things that no one notices, but which it is my goal to immortalize over the course of this year.
On the spur of one of my (increasingly rare) moments of inspiration, I decided that in order to maintain my artistic integrity, and because I can't keep calling myself a writer for much longer without actually WRITING something, I am going to write a poem a day for the next year. The first poem will be posted on August 10, 2010 and the last poem will be posted on August 10, 2011. (Unless, of course, I decide to keep going.) Not all of the poems will be good, and DEFINITELY not all of them will be interesting, but I will gaze around my kitchen, my living room, and Coming Home Cafe until something inspires me, then write a poem about it, as well as my random thoughts on the mundane things that no one notices, but which it is my goal to immortalize over the course of this year.
We met in Ivan's workshop on procrastination. Love your blog. Taking a page from the workshop, I thought it behooved me to have a look at it now rather than wait until next week or next month or whenever...
ReplyDelete(I don't know why I said behooved. It just popped out but it's a tad pretentious and it puts me in mind of Tumnus the faun for some reason.)
Pamela aka A Novel Woman
(Ivan was the absolute, undisputed highlight of the SiWC conference, no?)
I don't think behooved is pretentious at all, it's just interesting, and heaven knows we could all use some spicier language.
ReplyDeleteIvan was ABSOLUTELY the highlight of the Conference. She is undeniably one of the most talented writers and performers (and most incredible human beings) I have ever known.
And thank you. I'm glad to know there are people out there getting as much enjoyment out of this as I am. (well... maybe not as much...but still)