sometimes a find a song that feels like its written for me
here is todays:
Measure me in metered lines, in one decisive stare,
the time it takes to get from here to there.
My ribs that show through t-shirts and these shoes I got for free;
I'm unconsoled, I'm lonely.
I am so much better than I used to be.
Terrified of telephones and shopping malls and knives,
And drowning in the pools of other lives.
Rely a bit to heavily on alcohol and irony.
Get clobbered on by courtesy,
in love with love, and lousy poetry.
And I'm leaning on this broken fence
between Past and Present tense.
And I'm losing all those stupid games
that I swore I'd never play.
But it almost feels okay.
Circumnavigate this body
of wonder and uncertainty.
Armed with every precious failure,
and amateur cartography,
I breathe in deep before
I spread those maps out on my bedroom floor.
And I'm leaning on this broken fence
between Past and Present tense.
And I'm losing all those stupid games
that I swore I'd never play.
But it feels okay.
And I'm leaving. Wave goodbye.
And I'm losing, but I'll try,
with the last ways left, to remember. Sing
my imperfect offering.
here is todays:
Measure me in metered lines, in one decisive stare,
the time it takes to get from here to there.
My ribs that show through t-shirts and these shoes I got for free;
I'm unconsoled, I'm lonely.
I am so much better than I used to be.
Terrified of telephones and shopping malls and knives,
And drowning in the pools of other lives.
Rely a bit to heavily on alcohol and irony.
Get clobbered on by courtesy,
in love with love, and lousy poetry.
And I'm leaning on this broken fence
between Past and Present tense.
And I'm losing all those stupid games
that I swore I'd never play.
But it almost feels okay.
Circumnavigate this body
of wonder and uncertainty.
Armed with every precious failure,
and amateur cartography,
I breathe in deep before
I spread those maps out on my bedroom floor.
And I'm leaning on this broken fence
between Past and Present tense.
And I'm losing all those stupid games
that I swore I'd never play.
But it feels okay.
And I'm leaving. Wave goodbye.
And I'm losing, but I'll try,
with the last ways left, to remember. Sing
my imperfect offering.
VIEW 7 of 7 COMMENTS
drunkpoet:
Speaking from recent experience, lonely is WAY better than desperate or being in a really bad situation simply to avoid loneliness.
allied:
Why yes, yes I am. And yes, that's good. Not to mention cute and charming... but now I'm just showing off. 
