"Jeff Buckley Wails"
Just a poem, not completely based on anything, partially based on lots of things. hehehe. Hope you enjoy.
My music is turned up
as I sit head in hands.
You’re so angry you’re calm,
so every word lands.
Keys from the table-
you’re ready to leave.
Tears gleam in your eye,
wiped to your sleeve.
Pause at the door,
And your breathing is wrong.
Right here sat your ( Read more... )
My music is turned up
as I sit head in hands.
You’re so angry you’re calm,
so every word lands.
Keys from the table-
you’re ready to leave.
Tears gleam in your eye,
wiped to your sleeve.
Pause at the door,
And your breathing is wrong.
Right here sat your ( Read more... )
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just do me a solid and lay off the mojo pin.
(I'm trying to clean and organize but am really conflicted about whether or not I should empty out the PF office box.)
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that jeff buckley tho
I think His distant clansmen Bill is sexyer
anywho
I am cleaning my room
and decided to take down
all my little pictures and clippings
off the walls and replace it
with a large van goeh poster
which marshall and I may pick up today
anyway
I tok down a folded piece of paper
which has on it a 2 color whatercolor
of me made by you when sitting crosslegged
outside the tv studio in the fal of 03
I cherish it
truely.
my artistry
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I like it. It created alot of different images when I read it:
You turn the knob slow
but you swing the door fast.
Leave flames behind you,
leave a wreck where you’re past.
Slam pulls me up-
I collapse to the door,
eye slides to the peephole-
I fall to the floor.
I sit for an hour.
The music’s still on.
As Jeff Buckley wails,
I know that you’re gone.
Those are my favorite lines.
p.s. regina spektor is a good thing :)
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