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.



Sunday, October 17, 2010

Days 39-46 - MORE Sugarland!!!!!

Here are the Sugarland poems I have written this weekend. Basically I gave myself the length of the related song to pump them out. As a result, they are largely quite bad. Oh well.

All I Want To Do
Laughing when we're lying on the floor
and sipping wine
and living high and fine with time for love and lust
and holding hands
and kissing lips
that's what I want to do with you

This next one sucks. But I reaaally don't have time to make it better.
It Happens

Some mornings when the clock strikes one,
the phone chirps too.

I answered with my sleepy moan,
Morning beast awake.

A crisis all the way at work
I have to go

It happens

I want to go back home
I need a nap

If only the day were over yet.
Where's the weekend?

It happens

I actually wrote this a while ago as a song. But it fits this Sugarland song so well that I'm using it.
We Run

Run
Until there’s no more ground beneath your feet
Run
Until you reach the end of the longest street
Run
Run as fast as far as long as hard as you can
And when you feel like you could never get up again
Thats when you run

They say i’m running away
But i’m not running away
I’m running to you
Into your arms
And i know that you might never take me
Might never hold me
But even if that’s true
The only thing left for me is to

Run
Until I feel the earth just disappear beneath my feet
Run
Until I can’t remember who you are
Run
Until I can't remember where you are
Run
Until I've run so far away I could never find my way back again
Run 

Joey

What if you'd said no?
What if I'd said go?

What if he'd held tighter?
What if I hadn't been a fighter?

What if your fear was stronger?
What if I had waited longer?

What if we'd given up?
What if patience had emptied it's cup?

I'd be sorry

Love
Love is stubborn
Love is loud
Love is angry
Love is painful

Love is patient
Love is tender
Love is kind
Love is healing

Love is long
Love is passionate
Love is needy
Love is greedy

Love makes fools of us all
Love makes cowards of the weak
Love makes stonger those who stay

I love Love

Genevieve
In the shadows of a broken hill lives a broken man.
He lies in frigid dark though in the sun.
A face is carved into the sight of his lost mind.
Her name is but an echo on his wicked tongue.

In the shadows of a broken hill lives a broken man.
Next to him there used to live a broken women.
Until the day she fixed her legs and ran.
And on that day he became a broken man.

Keep You
Two lives
One to have, one to hold
One to cherish, one to keep
One to touch, one to feel

Can we have two?
Can we have both?
Can we find a way to hold what we have? To keep what we cherish? To feel what we touch?
Can we find a way to remember the glory of the world?

Take Me As I Am
My shoes don't match,
I revel in attention,
Bad jokes make me smile, (worse ones make me laugh)
I'll always refuse to see the worst,
And I will never change.

I have a history,
a past and some emotional luggage.
My dreams are impossibly large,
my goals are unimaginably huge.
And I will never change

I know who I am.
I know what I want.
I know who I love.
And I will never change.

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