Been feeling inspired musically as of late.
Just wrote a couple of songs lyrically/musically and one more is in progress.
The words began and then got cut off and I don't understand why. They're there, but they're taking their time revealing themselves to me. It's frustrating.
Uninspired in all other arenas.
We may be moving to OB next month! Totally hoping that happens.
This blog is lame. I failed to turn it into what I intended. Typical of me!
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
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Friday, April 23, 2010
Mimosas vs. coffee. Mimosas win. They always do...
Well at least on a Friday they do :)
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Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Great Things
in no particular order...
-the Pacific
-70 degree weather
-Spring Break
-acing my Archaeology midterm
-beer
-happy hour
-cute boys
-cute boys who look like Jesus
-cute boys with tattoos
-yoga
-Trader Joe's carrot ginger and/or butternut squash soup
-baked marinated tofu
-hiking
-beach days
-the beautiful view I'm treated to every day living here
-mexican food
-naps
-kitties
-the Black Keys
totally diggin' life right now.
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Friday, March 12, 2010
3/10
Your grip won't leave
My thoughts can't turn to anything
Innocent
With or without (you) I forget
Where I end, where you begin
Let the distance that keeps us apart
Separate our codependent hearts
I travel alone
I sleep alone
I drink alone
Hoping to learn myself
Your grip won't release
My thoughts aren't lonely
With or without (you) it's the same
As real as ever
As absent as always
A clear vision of your face
Threatens casually, lest I forget
There won't soon be another.
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Saturday, February 27, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
I just found something I wrote 4 years ago
You gotta have no shame
To live a life like this
The most robust vessel imaginable
Where plans won't suffice
Everything's a game, don't say it's cleverly orchestrated
You're 18 years old and machines will be pointing fingers and laughing
When you've fallen off your well oiled tracks.
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Labels: poetry