"A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song." -Maya Angelou

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Songs of You of This

I started a playlist and let it run. Songs of You, of This. Suddenly I am transported to another time and place. Where the sun shines eternally and everything is fresh and new. Friendships that seem destined, love that's just blossoming. And one glorious word encompassing all.


Hunching my shoulders forward, I react gratefully to the melodies in my ears. Each one unlocking a hundred memories. Kind words, deep discussions, even tarot readings. My heart lurches hungrily, painfully at key moments, tunes, rhythms. Grasping memories that feel almost physical. They weigh me down and lift me up intermittently.


I find comfort in the plucking of guitar strings, the beating of drums, the ever gorgeous hums of the cello. Each song I've heard a dozen, fifty, a hundred times. Each time feels like the first. I shouldn't be surprised. Spring is around the corner. I know what this means.

I'm twitterpated.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Loving Life

I’m not sure what’s holding
Me together anymore
The smallest things tear me
Down I’m tender to the core

I feel things happening all
Around me calling me in close
Blinding though is my desire to
Cling to that which matters most

I’ve learned that fun is still
Possible when I feel so low
Loving life is still attainable
Yes thankfully this I know

So push that pain yet further
Down and lift your head high
Hold on to the fact that the
Pain’s almost over relief is nigh.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

To Quote Kelly Clarkson...

My life would suck without you.

Friday, January 29, 2010

White Noise

There’s an awful churning in my gut
Like I’m hungry
But I’m not hungry.

My heart feels stretched so thin
Like it’s been scraped
Over too vast an expanse.

It’s so confusing flip-flopping
From one feeling
Then to another.

One minute I’m bursting,
Hopeful, cheerful,
The next I’m only alone.

I need an escape now,
A quick release,
To pick the pieces back up.

When I know what I want,
What’s right,
The solitude becomes too much.

But hold on I must
For a time,
A place where I’ll feel at home.

If I just stay patient
The unmatched rewards
Will far outweigh the white noise.