Perfect Stranger

Skytrain

Today a boy I met on the skytrain. We had a little skytrain romance. Before we parted he told me my boyfriend was very lucky because I am beautiful. 

So I see you

and i’m not sure if you caught my eye

or I caught yours

but we keep meeting briefly

in the middle

and I have this urge to know why

to understand

to explain

but I don’t want to ask

I don’t want to break the perfect forcefield of dilated perfection between us

so I sit

and I make up stories that I know you

or you recognize me

or you love me

and then the more I think about it

the more familiar you look

and suddenly we aren’t perfect strangers anymore

we’re just perfect

reunited

or united

I can’t tell anymore

because the past and your unfamiliar face

has become a fantasy

today

was a beautiful day

your face

i love the way

was a beautiful day

a lovely perfect wonderful

beautiful day

I talked about writing this, and this PostSecret I saw about how sometimes people stare at people on the train because they are beautiful, and the wondering…. and I forgot to tell him he was beautiful. And inspiring. And polite. Oops.

Also, he did not mention that I am the lucky one : )

Free-Writing Inspiring by Indiana’s Thunderstorms

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The real cowboy. There’s a story in her eyes.
This is the place where idea clouds brew.
Where the lightning strikes the dawn anew.
Where poets die nourished for only they knew
To express- not detest this sprawling, wandering, golden-eyed tattoo.

With a flash
The paparazzi of the sky
Ambushes us from up on high
With a slash of light
At night it’s time to strike

In the darkness the room is a million miles wide

I could choose to get and angry or frustrated or cry, but instead I’ll choose to be happy and I don’t have to know why. And I could choose to be tired or burnt out or wrecked, but I’ll smile instead and laugh with the best.

Frantic feet might dance in the street but when they get on stage they keep the beat.

The bar doesn’t water down their drinks but my melted ice does a mighty fine job.

BAM.

Time to Move: A Song for a Sunday Night

I have had a tough few days emotionally. I have been feeling really sad thinking about many terrible things that are happening in the world (for example…) and today that experience turned into a song.

I heard recently that the reason the new Jason Mraz album took so long was because he wrote tons of songs that didn’t make it on to the record. I have decided that I want to start finishing a recording as many songs as possible to practice my performance and presentation skills. Even if some of them are depressing like this one, or things I wouldn’t want to be MY song, I think it is all part of the creative process that I am getting in touch with. So here goes.

G

I can say thank you with a smile

C

But I’m weeping

Em

all the while

Em

The pains too great, This sadness makes me

C

weak

D

and weary

G

I can pray all day and night

C

But that wont make things

Em

alright

Em

Our world is sick

C

inside

Em

The light is hidden

D

by the night

G

There is something telling me it’s time to move,

Em

Weather I stay or weather I go there’s a part of me I’ll lose

C

Either way maybe it will all work out the same

D

Cause I’ve lost hope in the status quo

D

And I need help to travel

A7

through

G

Wish I could change the world I see

C

but I can’t do it

Em

just with me

Em

the world is wide, the web is

C

finely

D

connected

G

I want to stop all of the pain

C

without creating foes

Em

to blame

Em

the sun hurts

C

my eyes

Em

I wish for guidance

D

through the fight

G

There is something telling me it’s time to move,

Em

Weather I stay or weather I go there’s a part of me I’ll lose

C

Either way maybe it will all work out the same

D

Cause I’ve lost hope in the status quo

D

And I need help to travel

A7

through

REPEAT

G

Today.

Chicagoem & A Song Inspired by Indiana

Last weekend I went to Indiana (via Chicago) to celebrate my sister’s graduation from Nursing School. This is what I created. Inspired by a delightfully humid and soft drive (or two).

Chicagoem:

A suburban paradise

With 1 tree for every street

and 1 wish for every dream

An elegant escape

for the corn-belt’s just a drive away.

Or so, they say.

And as we landed I loved all the little Chicago houses, with the little Chicago cars and the little Chicago streets and the little Chicago bars. And so I landed on the American Dream (but I just wanted to sit in Holliday Park and read).

A Song Inspired by Indiana- Make Today Great (in development)

VERSE 1

The lightening strikes without a clash or a clap

A silent vigilante, always coming back

The thunder screams every once in a while

It roars, it roars but it smiles

and the fields are smiling too.

They smile for me and you….

CHOURS

So come run through the storm with me

Come splash through the puddles and please

Remember,

You are a part of me

Come dance in the yard while it rains

Don’t forget we’ll never live a moment

that is

the same

Let’s live for today

Let’s fly a little out of our way

Make today great (double clap)

Make today great (double clap)

VERSE 2

The sun beats down, hot on our backs

Summer is here, there is no reason to slack

A cool breeze finds us

it reminds us

now’s the time

now, now now’s the time…

Poem/Song: Won’t you be my friend?

Won’t you be my friend?

I met so many cool people at a potluck party last night! They inspired me! Life inspires me! I started singing this in my kitchen and then wrote and recorded it all in the span of about half an hour! Wham bam – boy am I fast today!

CAPO 3

C G

I just think that you’re so cool

Em G

but I don’t even know you

C G

I just like things you’re into

Em G

and you care the way I do

 

Em

you’re so sweet

G

and you’re so kind

Em

I would love

G

to see you all the time

 

Em

its clear you care

G

your love is there

Em

for every creature

G

 

Em

it’s there in the

G

clothes you wear

 

Em

and the things you

G

give your time to

 

Em G

may this song remind you

 

(repeat C G Em G)

I just think that you’re so cool

but I don’t even know you

I just like things you’re into

and you care the way I do

won’t you be my friend?

Untitled Poem on Irony

'The Comedy of Errors' by William Shakespeare
UNTITLED POEM

I want you to be my greatest coincidence,

to beat on the door of my innocence.

Shall we wrap ourselves in irony?

like some sort of Shakespeare comedy?

For there’s a danger in your smile.

It might trick me for a while.

I’ve been led down a path,

which i’ve not been.

All together unexpected –

chasing names like we meant it.

Avoiding some calamity,

with our clandestine revelry.

Do tell what’s your name?

And what is your trade?

A heartsmith or just a pretty face.

——————————————

inspired by a page from my ironic life.

OH. And while we’re talking about irony… love this.

This was gonna be a tweet then I made it into a song

G F

This was a black day and we didn’t make it to December.

G F

We held on as long as we could then we let go, we will remember

G Cadd9

Looked at the leaves and we looked in our hearts

G

Lengthened our sleeves and our grip on the stars

F G

We’re all gonna bury our folks some day unless they bury us first

F G

The challenge of letting go just gets worse and worse

G Cadd9

This tragedy takes hold My tired hands get old

G

Cuts like a knife, the loss and the spite

G F

This was a black day and we didn’t make it to December.

F G

We held on as long as we could then we let go, we will remember

 

GO TELL PEOPLE YOU LOVE THEM PLEASE AND THANK YOU, YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN IT COULD BE TOO LATE.

PS Sorta inspire by this song:

sadglasses: a depressing poem

Day 251 - Sunglasses

it took me forever to get to the police station.

and i wasn’t going for any glamorous or scandalous reason.

just a criminal record check.

it was so far away.

and the buses don’t run often enough.

so on the way back I waited an hour for the bus.

it seamed they had all vanished.

and all the phones were silent.

no one could pick up it seamed.

finally the bus arrived.

there was an accident.

the roads were closed.

and so I sat on the bus.

by myself.

and put on my sunglasses.

even though it was the middle of winter.

and the sun had long since set.

so that no one would see me cry.

 

It felt really good to write this. I’ve had a tough few weeks. Glad to have a supportive community around me.

Cuddles: A Poem

CUDDLES

They mess you up real bad.

Far worse than the sex

that we never had.

CUDDLES

Breathing in your scent.

Intoxicated with you,

But that’s not what you meant with you

CUDDLES.

cuddles.

cuddles

I wrote this a long time ago and just found it recently. It was inspired by a series of similar conversations with a series of unique friends of mine. Now I am thinking I should write a follow-up called “Spooning”…