over a painting. |
what I will admit, is that the need to "be okay" covers all manner of sins, meaning thati loved and hated the same thing about you - your meanness, your cold stare, and how good you were at not ...
Posted by marci on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 08:59:00 PST |
about a boy |
If there is only enough time in the finalminutes of the twentieth century for one last danceI would like to be dancing it slowly with you,say, in the ballroom of a seaside hotel.My palm would press in...
Posted by marci on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 05:08:00 PST |
becasue sometimes i can’t reach the right words, |
NightclubYou are so beautiful and I am a foolto be in love with youis a theme that keeps coming upin songs and poems.There seems to be no room for variation.I have never heard anyone singI am so beaut...
Posted by marci on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 03:39:00 PST |
intangible is up the stairs |
in my head i'm screaminghoping that you'll do it againand that maybe this time justmaybe it will soothe something real deep inside me that no one-not even hot water can reach.cause everything in those...
Posted by marci on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 01:32:00 PST |
Ne Me Quitte Pas, |
there is a storm hanging by the lightbulbsof my white washed ceilingand dark are the clouds above my bed. they fill the room.they make it gray.nina simone used to sing this songa sad one i know almost...
Posted by marci on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 01:03:00 PST |
that. |
i have realized a great monsterous thing.maybe lost in a city other than this,gone..is just thatthe lackof
Posted by marci on Sun, 06 May 2007 09:19:00 PST |
Chip. |
W. H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,Silence the pianos and with muffled drumBring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplan...
Posted by marci on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 12:39:00 PST |
a scrape |
i am not now, nor have i ever been what would be considered trendy. mod. hep. scene. my jeans cost no more than 14 dollars per pair. i buy them at marshalls on a tuesday afternoon when no one ...
Posted by marci on Sat, 13 Jan 2007 03:48:00 PST |
shivers through woolen socks. |
it's late. or early, depending on the shape that your evening has taken.the furnace in the house is broken,(his house not mine), leaving every inchof each room at a breezy 30 degrees. the timing, ho...
Posted by marci on Sat, 13 Jan 2007 03:07:00 PST |
lobotomy while awake |
i desperetly would like to find out who scotch taped my tounge to the roof of my mouth.
this is one of those awful day after god hates me type of experiences.
kids, JUST SAY NO.
Posted by marci on Thu, 14 Dec 2006 03:30:00 PST |
