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[15 Mar 2006|11:35am] |
"Don't Change Your Plans" Ben Folds Five
sometimes I get the feeling
that I won't be on this planet for very long
I really like it here
I'm quite attached to it
I hope I'm wrong
all I really wanna say
you're the reason I wanna stay
I loved you 'fore I met you
and I met you just in time
'cause there was nothing left
I sat here on my suitcase
in our empty new apartment
'til the sun went down
and I walked back down the stairs
with all my bags and drove away
you must be freaking out
all I know's I gotta be
where my heart says I oughta be
it often makes no sense, in fact
I never understand these things I feel
don't change your plans for me
I won't move to LA
the leaves are falling back east
that's where I'm going to stay
you have made me smile again
in fact, I might be sore from it
it's been awhile
I know we've been together many times before
I'll see you on the other side
but don't change your plans for me
I won't move to LA
the leaves are falling back east
that's where I'm going to stay
all I really wanna say
you're the reason I wanna stay
but destiny is calling and won't hold
and when my time is up
I'm outta here
all I know's I gotta be
where my heart says I oughta be
it often makes no sense, in fact
I never understand these things I feel
I love you, goodbye
I love you, goodbye
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[15 Mar 2006|04:27pm] |
Oh my. Get out of here! I wrote that! Me!
mom -
I got a C in history
feel a little tipsy,
metaphorically
I know,
it's good to be on my own
I still look for a light when I come home
and despite all I've seen
I still look for that man
who's gonna protect me
I still accept this
like that's the way
it absolutely, completely
and totally must be
there are some parts of me,
American things
from which I cannot break free
And this!
where love is all in me
and whatever I see
or touch
is love
in every sense
and "your wife" and
"your husband"
aren't words
but love
AND THIS
and because i want it so
so much
i will be a chill up spines
Sometimes I am so me. That's why I should always write poetry - because, good or bad, I can go back and read it and remind myself that I have always thought this way, that I never strayed too far from who I am. Ugh! Freedom fighters!
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[15 Mar 2006|06:24pm] |
Sara lent me A Night Without Armor II: The Revenge, a book of poetry by a comedian named Beau Sia. It's important to point out that he's Asian (Chinese, actually), and that the whole book is a response to Jewel's crackhead book of poetry by the same name, without the II: The Revenge part.
It was hilarious. I had never read intentionally funny (and/or lame) poetry before, ever.
And so I have tried it. I posted this someplace else first, but decided to post it here because I want to lighten up the Blurty community a bit. I hope this gets some laffs. Or not, because it is what lurks deep inside of my bleeding bruised soul.
"i love beau sia and and i'm going to do him despite the age difference" Brozovich
i just finished reading beau sia's book of poetry
and for the 6000th time i've considered masturbating
because i have fallen in love once more
with beau sia
this time an asian
my second asian
but i won't masturbate
because i am not yet
and if i don't go crazy, never will be
a dirty girl.
that's right.
i think that girls
who masturbate
are dirty.
seriously,
get that
out of
my
face.
i'm eating a baby ruth
and not thinking about poop.
a jew gave me
this baby ruth.
i love jews.
anyway,
i will only ever fuck
one person
and his name is christopher eccleston
and he's 42
and from england.
in the north.
because his accent
is different
than hugh grant's
it's sexier.
hugh grant
is a pussy.
i am 103 pounds
and i have kicked hugh grant's ass
in many dreams
even in other people's
even in hugh grant's.
if i only ever fuck one person
and i choose that person wisely
after extensive
screening
i won't get the opportunity
to tell scary stories about fucking
like beau sia did
in his life affirming book.
for example,
i won't ever be able to say
to one of my skanky galpals
"it leaned to the left"
the prospect of seeing
a penis
that leans to the left
(or right)
frightens me
and i wonder if
i will ever
be forced
to let one of those things
inside of me.
or even consider it.
i sure as shit
hope not.
kill me then.
i just saw
an english womyn
(i'm liberated)
(and a virgin)
being interviewed
on the local news.
i wonder
if i kidnap her
will she transport me
in her traveling phone booth
to christopher eccleston?
i'm going to fuck him.
it's going to be
ethereal.
i love beau sia.
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