2004-01-03 - 7:46 p.m.
poems
me and liz were writting these crazy poems today on (and off) the phone. we give each other topics and then hang up, write, and call each other back. crazy fun.
(this one had the topic - "the music hallway")
The muisc hallway looms
ahead
I know its symbolizing
something
But its too complex to
say.
You hear eerie voices
singing
static lullabies in symmetrical
harmony.
Its cold and common
the darkness pressing
against my aura
making me withdrawl
and shrink into myself.
The music hallway looms
ahead
It defines itself with
costumes
And things we disguise ourselves
inside.
Through it all there's some meaning
somewhere
To figure it out you must have to be in
chorus.
--
ok the next one was supposed to be about laying outside but it didnt really work out that way...
Laying looking up to the stars
My eyes are closed, he's next to me
Breathing softly, complementary to mine.
His hand's at my waist
and mine's in his hair.
We're starcrossed and high in this suppressive summer air.
And for once its all enough,
the moment's exactly what i'd want heaven to taste like.
Laying, looking up to the stars
My eyes are open, he's somewhere i can't find
Breathing is harder now that i'm not drowning.
There's no hands at my waist
and mine are holding each other.
I'm starcrossed and high with this sick, cold feeling.
This moment will last forever
it's all i ever get.
--
the next is about what happens after school...
15, 30, 8
shoes fall on my white socked feet
im stripped of jeans and sweaters
instead its spikes and spandex
katie comes in laughing
im lying on the bench
with layne who hates it too
the clock reads 2:50
its time to go
yellow sweatshirts and cute beanies
the health trailor is our destination
make your way through
the battle feilds of senior boys
armed with snowballs
one calls out "sexy"
but words are as cold as the snow
farner makes his points
to a tiered, faceless crowd
he blows his wistle
its time to run
must be track season.
--
liz's one is never mind after all jakes a brat and needs on
