Stage 8

Song i wrote. i imagine it with an indie vibe. Perhaps some piano or accoustic guitar backing it up. Based on erik erikson's stage 8 of development.

Stage 8
There's a clock on the wall
It tells me 3 hours left of fall
All alone as I wait for the winter

There's a crack in the glass
It lets me know that which I lack
Is condition

Chorus:
And if it's already gone
How does one recall it all
Are we just moving parts
Without a mission?

The traffic has dispersed
In our sleep we are emersed
And under covers

It’s the last thought we dream
As our bodies let us know
That we are older

Chorus:
And if it's already gone
How does one recall it all
Are we just moving parts
Without a mission?

In the morning I awake
With a slowly burning ache
And a fever

It’s the last thought I’ll have
Will the bill collector’s dad
Know who I am?

Chorus:
And if it's already gone
How does one recall it all
Or are we just moving parts
Without a mission?

1

to lose an arm
nay, to lose an extension of one's self
is to feel life's true disease
that of the lonesome

Poem

This was going to be a song with a chorus, but I like it better as just spoken word.

A Relationship in Parts

Part 1

It’s the deepest part of winter
And it seems a lot like summer when he’s near
Cause he brings coffee in the rain
Feel the beat of the caffeine
Does it leave you breathless?
All alone before the freeze
In tiny little beads of snow
That drift and fill the angels down below.

Part 2

He spreads slick poison out his tongue
It tastes like the first time you had rum
But it’s not your last time
He’ll love you again
In shiny painted keys
Remembering all there was to give
In little notes and happy hopes
He’ll play on your fantasies

Part 3

He slithers in the background
Seeking out things for him alone
And he yells across the room
“We’re never quite alone!”
And that’s the problem you have too
With his tired eyes and looser chords
He’s not playing anything for you anymore.

At the Beginning of Time...

There was a girl (me) who used to write lame poetry (I still do) and she thought to post it for your consumption but you must be nice and not break her copy right or she'll eat your first born child.

Ok I swear that comment above is just a product of the fact that it is 3am. In all honesty this will be a blog where I will post my poetry and songs. Do not steal them...and please do not insult them. Constructive criticism is ok, but douchebaggery will not be tolerated. I guess I should forge ahead then.

I will also use this blog to rant about my life after college. Discuss.