#everythings
Saving Me From Myself
I pray for this, I pray for that
And wonder why I never get
Or haven’t got
The goals I set.
Suddenly in one great burst
One leap,
Gone is the thirst
And I feel cheap,
See the task before my eyes -
It’s just to bask, not analyze.
I’m getting everything I need,
The rest irrelevant indeed,
And full of greed and ignorance,
Requests of inborn arrogance,
Destructive if un-timed.
Instead I should be thanking It
For waiting until I’ve been primed
For It, and saving me
From everything
Unscheduled my self.
Saving Me From Myself 5.14.2000 Pure Nakedness; To The Child Mystic; Arlene Corwin
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 6:26 AM UTC
What is the sound of love
But sweet nothings
I whisper to myself
The sound of heartbreak
But your silence
When I say them.
When is the time right
To float on cloud nine
When it is time
To fall flat-faced on the ground.
It stings
To have a wrong fixed
To be set free
A pillow wet with tears.
What is heartbreak
But sweet everythings
I whisper in your ear
The sound of love
But my words pounding
Through your heart.
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC
I told you not to worry, everything’s alright.
I’m here, watching raindrops trickle down the window pane,
Making mountains out of molehills, hidden only by the night.
Upon Primrose Hill, the city in sight,
I’d live this moment again, and again.
I told you not to worry, everything’s alright.
I fear sometimes that all you see is a glowing red light,
You’ll notice and whisper ‘don’t worry, fear is my domain’.
Making mountains out of molehills, hidden only by the night.
We’re two magpies that come together in flight.
Your incandescent heart is a match for my incandescent veins,
I told you not to worry. Everything’s alright.
My words sometimes stutter, a sort of stage fright
That sets in from my stomach through to my brain.
Making mountains out of molehills, hidden only by the night.
Under this blanket of stars, darling, sleep tight.
This feeling I hold shall not wane.
I told you not to worry, everything’s alright;
(We’re just) making mountains out of molehills, hidden only by the night.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC