I don’t know what else to do So I am turning you into a poem I am here to remind you That is what you were made for The girl whose hands turned my blood to gold You are a poem I can no longer say out loud But inside inside me your name is…
Tag: Music
Burn your bridges
Don’t burn your bridges. How often have you heard that? How many times has that warning gravid with grave consequence struck you down and made you take a step back? Can you recall the instances where you’ve hit the delete key on an angry email, erased an impulsive message, and let wounds fester? You did…
You are going to live inside my skin
It has never been as difficult as it is tonight to leave your side. I watch my heart stretch like pizza cheese, like chewing gum. One half lodged inside my chest and the other half stuck to a stray lock of your hair. It will not break; a muscle of steel. You are walking away…
Why I love… In the mood for love
“This lyrical beauty, almost archaic.” I am listening to you. And I am agreeing. “The sway of the hips, the look. Where does it happen except in this magical, fictional space?” The intense deliberation. Each look towards and away. Each inhale of smoke & exhale of defeat. The crushing elegance of it all. “The hand…
For she who comes from the sea
It is a cliche, and I wish I knew how to say it better but I don’t. I love how you write. Words on a page become pictures. The word ‘bird’ turns into a feathered creature swooping down into the word ‘river’, which now flows intrepidly, confidently into some unseen turn into the trees. I…
It never happened – a Twitter romance in 3 acts
There is a romance to be had of all things wanting. A story to be found in all that is hungered for, and goes unfed. This is no masterpiece of theatre. No magnum opus. This is an episode of the unrequited. A tragi-comedy of but minuscule proportions. Tonight, I want to write to you of…
Things sound so different in the dark
I don’t know if you ever think about it but things sound so different in the dark. I always think, you know how sometimes you’re sitting around the table talking, and suddenly the lights go off. And then for a second, everyone falls really silent. No one says anything. And everyone’s really careful about the sounds…
The heart asks pleasure first or Why I love… Michael Nyman
My love, Have you ever heard of Michael Nyman? He is a composer. He composed the score of Jane Campion’s film, The Piano. This is amongst my favorite tracks. It is perhaps the musical equivalent of the dreadful possibility of loss. The desperate, wild look in the eyes when faced the sudden idea that this might be the last…
Why I will write you four letters in one night
Because I cannot keep away from you. Because my nights are yours in thought and memory of the morning before, of the unexpected detonation of desire beneath the sheets at 6:49 am. Because my days are filled with disinterest and wild distractions both. Because your lips keep the memory of my tongue pressed upon them like…
Twenty-Two Tears In Your Hand
~ all the world just stopped now so you say you don’t wanna stay together anymore let me take a deep breath babe if you need me, me and neil’ll be hangin’ out with the dream king neil says hi by the way i don’t believe you’re leaving cause me and charles manson like the…
part-broken, part-whole 