Can't write for shit.... |
Brain's all tied in knotsHeart's treading waterHands won't respondWhere is my muse?
Posted by The Plaid on Thu, 22 Feb 2007 06:23:00 PST |
What is it about timing? |
What is it about timing,That simple, necessary juggernautCondition of love?Where moments are milesAnd happenstance is the Great designer of hope.Where the patterns of attractionAre at once the minions...
Posted by The Plaid on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 06:59:00 PST |
An eyelash could be the beginning of the prologue (to tragedy) (pardon the redundancy) |
When I meet you on the streetI smileI wipe an eyelash off your pretty faceAnd when we meet days laterIn the barI revel in the fleeting momentThe small taste of the intimateThe little eyelashSo huge in...
Posted by The Plaid on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 01:37:00 PST |
Love |
Fickle, fleeting, temporaryKnowing that I only break my own heartEach time
Posted by The Plaid on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 03:03:00 PST |
Is it too much? |
It's 2:30 amI'm most of the way through a bottle of wineSearching for some inspirationIs it too much to ask to have everything?To have a museTo write with convictionTo understand the wordsLike breathi...
Posted by The Plaid on Wed, 24 Jan 2007 02:29:00 PST |
The silence of a songbird |
The silence of a songbird
Fills my house
Rings in my ears
I pulled the disc from my windshield
There among the bits and pieces of bugs
Like the bits and pieces of
Whatever it was we had
A message
Silv...
Posted by The Plaid on Thu, 18 Jan 2007 02:49:00 PST |
And jukebox light |
It's all cheery
In the haze of cigarette smoke
And jukebox light
Romantic with whiskey and cheap beer
And for a moment I am a hero
When everyone starts to sing the song
I just played
It is at once bea...
Posted by The Plaid on Thu, 18 Jan 2007 04:27:00 PST |
I dont have forever |
In your kitchen
In the dark
We come together
My lips make promises to yours
My fingers touch your face
Your hair
What I whisper in your ear
Is true today and forever
But I don't have forever
To wait
...
Posted by The Plaid on Mon, 15 Jan 2007 02:47:00 PST |
Potential is the prologue to tragedy |
I've been to warWith myself, with time, with fateSleeping in hospitals and airportsHanging in limboWhen, upon my returnThere is nothingI just walkI step away from the longingStep back to see the bigge...
Posted by The Plaid on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 03:19:00 PST |
Put some quarters on the jukebox |
Honey will you get me another beer?
There's ice on the ground
And I don't want to go home
I'll take a pack of smokes too
Put some quarters on the jukebox
So I can hear Townes Van Zandt
Sit here besid...
Posted by The Plaid on Fri, 12 Jan 2007 02:52:00 PST |
