a poem by someone else

I really wanted to share some awesome lyrics from one of my favorite songs right now.
The guy is named Jeremy Enigk and he has played in several bands...Including Sunny Day Real Estate and The Fire Theft. But, in 2006 he released a solo album called World Waits. Since I am an itunes junkie, I had to partake of the goodness.

The album is very good. Many would classify him as "emo" but I prefer to hear the optimism in his lyrics. Take a look...

Been Here Before

Been here before.
Though there's something in the air this time.
Now I wanna give away what I've taken back.
Run away with you toward the night.
A thousand names.
Though this something in me cannot smile,
don't wanna spend the day retracing steps.
Run away with you toward the light.

I can't stay long in the morning.
Another world went wrong - it's ok.
Now that you're gone,
hold me in your eyes or suddenly deny
I sympathize.

Those diamond days
A thousand strands of sunlight in her eyes.
Now I wanna give away what I've taken back.
Step away with you toward the night.

Hold me in your eyes or suddenly deny
I empathize.

Hurry up and sleep,
to the night you go

Two Poems

These Two poems were written a few years ago. They are autumn scenes and needed to be shared. Especially because when I took them to my English professor, they were rejected because they were about Halloween and pumpkins and were too cliche. So, yeah. I still like them. Especially All Saints Day. this blog is where I publish what I want!!! HAHAHAHA!!!







One Hundred Shades


Dozens of pumpkins
are turned out,
their smooth faces forward.

Eyeing one hundred shades
of orange,
the boy’s mind moves
from apples, dirt
and plastic spiders.

Pulling his mother behind him
he weaves her through the crowd,
with his hand over hers,
and pulls her fingers across
a cool, rigid stem,
bent like a door handle.

She stoops
and lifts the pumpkin,
darker than the rest,
and balances it
on her hip like a round child.

With his hands,
the boy traces
the seams of the pumpkin,
piecing each segment
and stitching its shape,
naming one shade of a hundred.





All Saints Day

The pumpkin’s wide,
singed jaw
puckers under 5 a.m. frost,
its hollowed eye
fixed past the porch,
on a dog,
ticking in sleep.

The air—
smoked and spiced,
runs up the bone of the
dog’s back,
breaks apart his dream,
and passes through
the lowered gate
of the cemetery.

Several coughs
are heard along the plots.
The dead smother their mumblings
and stretch low,
grasp their bone toes,
and tuck themselves back
in the ground
to watch the
round Jonagolds
drop
into their yard.

a poem

I just read my brother's blog on his latest experience with dreams and I remembered a poem.

I wrote this about three years ago after I had a VERY vivid dream in the middle of the night. I remember waking up and feeling so shocked it wasn't real. The dream literally stayed with me all day, till I wrote and wrote and wrote. After much revising, this was the result.

I write lots of poetry, but out of everything I have written, this is my favorite. enjoy.

Chemistry of Autumn

October 26, 4:37 am

Folded towards the thumb-tap
between my ribs,
his kiss is warm and out
of focus as night-dreams are.

October 26, 4:37 pm

Twelve hours wound
across my shoulders,
press closer to the ground.

My mouth turns down,
two stained beech leaves
lifted apart when I speak.

Light lessens,
I am changing color.