anybody want a peanut

ode to a messy office

pay no attention to the erratic meter. i obviously didn't.

office, office, how shall i clean thee?
where do i begin with all this miscellany?
the bossman wants me to make you clean
i can't imagine why, it's not as if you're seen
you're stuck in a corner, hidden from view
because you are mine, and i am thine too
don't know whence to start, or how to commence
what of this is trash, and what can i fence?
you're orderly enough for my taste, no doubt
alas, dummies can't figure my genius system out
an idea is upon me, an epiphany i hatch
where's the fire exit, i'm striking a match

Youth

by Sarah K
12/18/2003

You stand before me with your innocent eyes
Green and bright, shameless, blameless
They’re asking me to tell them lies
Begging for answers, helpless, reckless
Your joy, so fanatic over me, crying
Unleashed, unrelenting, rampant, naïve
Spilling onto my skin, not close to dying
Touching, shivering, ready to believe
Anything I do, say, scream
You listen in wonder and wait to hear
You beautiful child, you live in dreams
Unknowing, so sweet, devoid of tears
How can I keep you just as you are
Love, love abounding zealous and fierce
I can’t bear to watch as I break your heart
Knowing the outcome I recoil in fear
I’m trying in vain to protect you from it
I can’t take the thought of you knowing this world
Knowing the suffering, the cold, the fits
The swelling you feel dies for the girl
Still, you live in love’s undertoe grasp
I want to drown with you but know it better
The bitter tide lets you cough, gasp
Enough breath to live but die forever
Your love your joy your faultless emotion
I want to get caught up with you
Spilling over with curious devotion
Laughing, singing, moving into you
So, ok, let me try, give me your mood
This way you feel, lend it to me
Share the violent wind, the soul filling food
The blind, the carefree fantasy
Begging for hope, helpless, reckless
My joy, so fanatic over you, crying
Unleashed, unrelenting, rampant, naïve
Spilling onto your skin, not close to dying
Let’s stay here I can’t watch it leave
Shuddering, shivering, alive in love
Stay here where we will never grieve
Awake, innocent, fanatic in love

Desolate

By Sarah K
12/18/03

Before, I was not exposed
I was sheltered by my walls, my lack of care, the weight of me
My youth, oh my youth
I was better than the one who wanted me
He didn't deserve
Didn't deserve my devotion
Didn't deserve my mouth on his
Was not worthy of my love
I knew it, I knew it
He shouldn't feel my caresses,
I shouldn't hold him like I mean it
But he was there
And you...
And you...
Failing, falling, fading
I can't keep my head up
The walls are gone
Where is my comfort
I care, I care, I want to be out from under
The weight of you, you smother me
Your youth
Your youth outweighs me
You are better
I do not deserve
Don't give me your devotion
Your tongue twisted with mine, the sensation
The endless afternoons of cuddling, warming, swooning, soothing
Take it back, your love
I can't take it, I do not deserve
The music
Failing, falling, fading
I can't keep my head up
You're crushing me, the weight of you
Failing, falling, fading
You can kill me
You can leave me desolate
Your youth, oh your youth
Your melody
I can't take it
Failing, falling, fading
You...
You...
You are here

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.