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You Sail Away (Mu) 21 October, 2009

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A followup to this poem (it’s really from here, the short link was just because I was too lasy to copy the long one).

A sky so blue
Echoed only in the blue of the sea
And your eyes

You came a-sailing
I forgot the rules
I should have burned my flags

I saw your smile in the summer sun
So open and warm
Where could be any harm?
The wonders you’ve shown
And the seeds that you’ve sown
Turn the wheel and sail away

I’m used to all the solitude
Me and the fishes
Me and the birds

The outside world is fraught with danger
The kind they warn about
The kind that hurts

I wish I never heard of the summer sun
I prefer the night breeze
Whispering through the trees
The silence is stark
With me here in the dark
Watch the stars and sail away

I believe you’ll be guided by the summer sun
To the place of your dreams
Hope it is what it seems
Brave sailor you’ve found
What is forbidden ground
Turn your back and sail away

without even the words 17 May, 2007

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without even the words
to tell myself how i feel
my hands are fists on the wall
bricks and blood and animal sounds
i can hardly breathe
i haven’t cried so much in so long
if i want to stop it inside
i have to stop it on the outside
i keep trying to shut the door but it won’t close
besides i can see you through the windows
my nails
what nails
can’t claw hard enough
can’t dig a hole fast enough to bury myself in
i love you
i hate you
i love you
i hate you
i’m sorry, i have to turn around
because i can’t stand hear your words
and only see your back
maybe we should whisper
or not speak at all
i can tear down the vines but the ivy will keep growing
until i destroy the root
i hate you
i hate you
oh, i hate you so much
i wish i didn’t love you
and maybe wish i never had

a poem i made up 24 April, 2007

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a long time ago. it doesn’t have a name. and i was stoned when i wrote it. looking at a cat sitting down. here it is.

cats, when they’re fat look like cellos from the back
but when they’re thin they look like violins

i hoe you enjoyed that.

it’s christmas again: things die in the winter 24 December, 2006

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goodbye old year
goodbye old me
we’ve both changed.

grown a little colder
grown a little older
gone places we can’t come back from.

time only goes one way
and in the chill i wonder
what i could have done differently.

can’t get it back
can’t call forth those days again
where is the summer sun now?

wish i could stop time
just for a moment
live in the right here right now.

keep this moment
this uncertainty
from blossoming into whatever it will be.

i’m perched
on the cusp
of becoming someone else.

goodbye old year.

goodbye old me.

hello, the future
take me away from here
take me away.

MY SISTER HAS A BLOG! (shout-out to the girl mechanic!) 19 November, 2006

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now you guys can read all about my sister’s automotive adventures on her blog. i harassed her for like months to get this blog, because she has such great stories from her work and i love it when she talks about cars. she also could get more women to feel good and even confident about dealing with their cars. she’s pretty passionate about cars and about people being knowledgeable about their vehicles. so far, every story is funny but i do like the one about the hose.

also i found this in the list of search terms for my blog:
“poems to tell someone your pregnant”

and in the interest of helping this person, should they happen to be searching again tonight, or to help anyone, really, who needs such a poem, i present “Pregnant.”

Roses are red
Violets are blue
One of us is pregnant
And it isn’t you.

i hope i’ve been helpful.

you sail away (atlantis) 31 October, 2006

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i saw your flag when you were still miles away
didn’t mean a thing
sat on my hill and found a better thing to do

stepped on my shores then i had too much to say
meant all too much
should have thought more about it

the water’s so wide
the water’s so deep
couldn’t have better than life as an island

so i stand with my face to the summer sun
there are lies in my eyes and i say it’s the spray
it’s easy the leaving it’s harder to stay
and i watch you sail away

the best spyglass is the one made with my hands
though i can’t see a thing
just means i don’t have to know what’s there

can’t have an hourglass if it’s empty of sand
that’s the point
it’s always right now and tomorrow is not at hand

the water’s so blue
the water’s so clear
can’t imagine it any other way so i will never leave

so i turn away from the summer sun
and i fear and i dread that the water i tread
will give me away it is blooming with red
as i watch you sail away

i seem to remember the summer sun
the dive that i take and the smile that i fake
through the choke and the shake as i drown in your wake

i heard once of something called the summer sun
it’s not hard to be brave underneath of the waves
don’t believe what you hear
there was no island here
fold your map and sail away

the right time 6 August, 2006

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when is it ever the right time
to tell someone you love them
or to tell them that you hate them
or, “i’m pregnant”
when is the right time to say
“i have to talk to you about something”
it never feels like the right time
but time is not a feeling
or even a thing, it’s a force
time can take from you what you value most
or it can give you something you never expected
time is funny like that
in a minute, once a year, tomorrow, tonight, every half an hour
today monday, yesterday, this day, that day
someday
never
when is the right time
to take the time
to say what you feel you can’t
or feel you can
but don’t know how
time is slippery
time will get away from you
or hunt you down
time is unpredictable
you are unpredictable
we can barely know ourselves beyond this moment
i might be someone else in a second
or perhaps already am
this is the right time
this is the right time to say what you feel
say what you want
say what you hate/love/desire/dream of/fear/need/wonder about/doubt
this is the right time
don’t waste a moment
time is only on its own side

cotton candy skies 14 December, 2005

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Once under cotton candy skies,

Air rife with rising bubbles

A bird fell

Slow,

In swooping circles

Upon that rock of silver shadows

Deep in the womb of some forgotten cave

A drowning, perhaps, from tears unexpressed.

“Curse you full moon. You stole my dreams away!”

shouts the maiden from her concrete tower

without a care of the listening ears in all the land.

Compass on the ocean

Guiding, beguilingly, toward the mermaid

Anchored on the Lorelei’s back;

She, beneath the waves breathing water.

Ripped from the time of times ago

When a whisper was as a scream from a forgotten deity.

Crazy fire flash and frolic behind the

Tongue of a dancing serpent

-in a circle

-in the sand,

eyes closed

once under cotton candy skies.

…disengage…(last moments) 14 December, 2005

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engage
machine…motors whirring
iron heart pumps…
clank clank
this hand
that leg
lift, shuffle, bend, throw
all is well
…..status check: lifesigns registered. all systems operational…..
optical cells active
respiration normal
temperature normal

a blow.
several blows.
protective covering…damaged
system check: leaking fluid. alarms sounded. platelets dispatched. body temperature dropping…97…96.9..96.7…respiration accelerated. heart rate up. commencing tachycardia. coagulate..coagulate. repair protective covering. escape. adrenaline dipatched. system error: fight or flight response deactivated. unable to coordinate gross motor responses. fight/flight unavailable. please check back later.

unable to process.
slow, slow breathing.
slow heart rate.
form bruises.
begin protective scabbing.

status: untenable. system malfunction. no reboot. (houston this is one for the scrap pile.)

stasis.
optical reception ceased.
releasing bodily contents.
paddington frisk

error

system check: disengaged