February 21, 2004

no more rhymes now, i mean it

so i decided to start a separate blog for poetry and songs i've written / will write. why separate? just because. why poetry? because i've been writing it ever since i can remember. and it sings to me.

one of my favorite things about me is my ability to daydream. that and my beautiful feet. there have been times in my life when the only things that kept me sane were the daydreams. daydreams and movies and music. i could always escape from my world / life into a fantasy world when the need / urge / desire hit me. doesn't exactly increase my productivity, but it calms me and helps me to cope with things. that imaginary world of mine is where i also go when i write. i may write something to someone very specific, but that someone is usually my imaginary museman -- um, i don't know what a male muse would be, so i'm making up a word. if anyone can tell me the proper term, i may or may not adopt it. the great thing about a museman that i create myself is that he can only disappoint me if i allow it. and he's as perfect or imperfect as i please. so most of what you'll read here will be written with my perfectly imperfect, realistically fake manmuse in mind.

anyway, i'll be posting a random poem or song here & there. some will be gag-puke love poems. some will be downright silly. some will be blegging. and so on and so forth. anyway, if you like them, great. if you don't, go take a long walk off a short pier and get off my blog.

more of the muser

generositousness


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tiny fragments of perfection


  • if i was all the colors, i would paint you pretty in gold in a picture. (jason mraz/zero percent interest).

  • as i took him in my arms he screamed i'm not insane i'm just looking for someone to understand my pain... (five for fighting/the devil in the wishing well)

  • only the curious have something to find (nickel creek/this side)

  • you dream of colors that have never been made, you imagine songs that have never been played (this side/nickel creek)

  • it's when you cry just a little but you laugh in the middle that you've made it (jason mraz/tonight, not again)

  • don't try to fix me, i'm not broken (evanescence/hello)

another whole box of pandora's


  • i'm not the kind of man who tends to socialize/ i seem to lean on old familiar ways/ and i ain't no fool for love songs that whisper in my ears/ still crazy after all these years (paul simon / still crazy after all these years)

  • but there's something in the way you laugh that makes me feel like a child... aspects of life they confuse me, you and your thesis amuse me... after and afternoon with you... and your rich brown eyes your lips and your dark hair, elbows and exposed knees tossing toward the ceiling... after an afternoon... (jason mraz/ after an afternoon)

a long awaited end


  • face to palm... tear to tear... mouth to tongue... heart to ground... i am in love... (jason mraz/ after an afternoon)

  • there's no place to hide but i don't think i'm scared. (nickel creek/this side)

  • with a broken wing, she carries her dreams. man you oughta see her fly. (a broken wing / martina mcbride)

zero percent mine


  • all lyrics headers are lifted from my pretend boyfriend jason mraz's "zero percent interest"