Hey all- I'm gonna shamelessly promote myself here. Wanna read more by me? Well this isn't peotry, but check out LorinsBikeTripJournal to find out how you can read all about my epic adventure of riding my bicycle from Wisconsin to Camp in 1999!!! Water flows over broken stone stairwells Sending light flashes up. I stop to look for butterflys, And find shards of glass, Crumbling dishes of finest china, Faded portraits of long dead heros. Hints of motion among rotting banners point to life. I creep froward expecting to see some ugly rats tail, Only to find, A beutiful baby bird with open mouth seeking food. I want to love you But it's only a fantasy. I'm shure. I bstrly miss you when you're not with me. I don't dream of you at night, Or feel your lips on the wind. I'm just alone. Slightly intreaged by you, But not in love. Wordless I stand and stare after you. The shock of your departure Leaves me unable to express myself clearly. I only know my heart is torn. Awkward as beached loon He sits on the ground and tries to rise. He's still learning how legs work. Someday he will run like the wind over new mown fields, And race to the park With shrieks of "I won" proclaiming his strong youth. But now he's just a baby, Learning the secrets of mystery called legs. Another step on the long road to growing up. Falling in love is like learning the secrets of balance yet again. First we learned to stand, Then walk, And then it was a new, red, bicycle. I want to know how you feel about certain things, Like the tastiest chocolate bar, And is there a god. Considerably less pretty Than a vulture The parking lot sits in the sun And just like any other baked good It sends forth it's aroma To fill the air as it bakes. Not a sweet smell. Ok- down below I have a poem I wrote at New Years 2001 at Forest and Selena's (Too old). Here is a poem that was inspired by the wonderful 2002 new years Party in Edmonton.The first two lines came from some free writing I did about a week ago. I was re-reading it yesterday adn the rest of the poem came to me. Whyte Ave 1/21/02 Gathering together we rejoice. Clapping hands we celebrate being together again. our Clapping and chanting Fills the vast, echoing, swimming pool like building, Flowing down, into the subway system. Somone say's "You should really see the face on the security guard downstairs" and somone misses the beat. "Ahhhhhh Shit." The bus comes, we break up, Only to reconvene on the bus with new tactics. Fullfilling our mission, To make everyones lives more surreal.
Ok- I have mixed feelings about puting up song lyrics here, cuz the tune and way it's sung are as much part of the song as the words, but I'm gonna go ahead and put up the first song I ever wrote that I am still willing to be associated with. I'll see about others later. Smile a song. My love is like the fire, Before the wind. Your smile makes me run like... Anything. From your smile I cannot turn away. I just can't stop a loving, You...today. Chorus: And your smile makes you shine. Since first I met you... I have not had you off my mind Yeah and I would say to you... When You won't speak to me, No word will say... Your eyes they tell me all... Your lips wont say. When Your smile says that you love me, Your smile's worth more than , Love...to me. (Chorus) And when You say to me, Those words of love. It helps me to remem... ber your love. On a day when you won't speak to me, Maybe even turn your back On me. (Chorus, First line= When your smile doesn't shine...) (repeat First verse) (Chorus) Too Old 1/2/01 Why can't you all just grow up, take love seriously, stop hurting eachother with two day flings. Love is so much more than sleeping together and cuddling all day, it is long talks and night walks, caring enough to share ALL feelings, before, after, good, bad, and forgive those feelings that hurt. Love is caring enough to think about about what actions do to other person- physically, mentally, now, later, and weather you can live with that. Love is a mystery. Love is Hard Love is more than mutual attraction- Love is Mutual Relization. I wish I could help you all learn, help you grow up, but you have ot learn for your self, experiment,explore,discover,combine,seperate,hurt, heal. I wish I could help you all learn, help you grow up, but I am beyond you, too old, too expirienced. I can only offer theese words. sept/2000 First frost the other night. Now, squash harvested, peppers dead, save few we cover to prolong, thoughts turn to autum. With you so far away, seperated by half a continent, I fear that love will fare as tomatos, As beans left unpicked when temperature falls To 31. Thoughts of Augusts passions, are as memories of Augusts heat. I linger over them now, relishing remembered warmth, yet memories grow unreal. I dread now the coming of snow, yet it's coming finally will bring release, And bring beuty to the world. Soon it too will grow old, and thoughts, will turn to spring, new beginings, New love. My thoughts return to present, and I hope, that metaphore proves unjustified. *it didn't-/lorin/ Lorin...I really like your writings. Thank you so much for posting "Too Old" on here, I really enjoyed reading it. Both of your pieces have so much beauty and subtlety of description in them. I love the way you use words, it really speaks to me. Keep posting on here! ~Becky~ *thanks Becky I will when I have more to post-/lorin/ NBTSWikiWiki | Recent Changes Edited 15 times, last edited on March 26, 2002 by 64.33.165.137. © 2000 NBTSC Webmasters |
