Sunday, December 16, 2012

Music and Poetry.

     I am feeling all the things. When this happens, I usually go to music or poetry*. Here are both:


Take a Deep Breath and Run

PANIC.
ABSOLUTE PANIC.
RESOUNDING, REPOUNDING PANIC.
Though it reoccurs often enough,
it still induces PANIC.
Quiet PANIC.

Though some instances
create butterflies in stomachs
and others create nothing but pain,
these situations create whole heaps of trouble
and a mess.
Always a terrifying, horrible mess.

PANIC.
You almost forgot,
but PANIC never quite lets you forget
that others are upset
and others expectant
and PANIC.

Stop.
Focus on something.
Something that makes you sigh.

Now,
Relax and go outside.
Take a deep breath and run.

Breathe.
Digest the copious air.
Let it scrub the panic away.

Run.
Don't sprint to get away,
run to think things through.

Then,
when you can
live and feel again,

Return.
Walk to the couch,
sit and make some realizations.

Because you need to.


Ghost of Corporate Future


I do

Outside the air and sky were made of ice.
The wind was howling, making a black din.
But everything I saw and heard was nice,
When I could hold you close and breathe you in.
The windows showed the white heaps of the snow.
Beyond the walls the clouds were growing gray.
But listening to Nat King Cole all low,
I knew - in fact - it all would be okay.
When cold, hard life was looming over me
And I just felt like everything was wrong.
You held me close and helped my soul to see,
What beauty could be found in Winter's song.
Then all at once I noticed something new:
I realized that I do, I do love you.


Laundry Room


Your Eyes

Your eyes just don't
go away.

They are not so
piercing blue.

They are not a
rich, deep, brown.

They are simply
real-life green.

Not a dream,
simply beautiful
reality.


Goodness Gracious


A Finger, Two Dots, Then Me



Raindrops


Naked As We Came















*warning, this will all be very sappy and angsty. Bite me. Also, it will probably make no sense.

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