Wednesday, October 27, 2004

new poem
well, i was trying to write a poem today between classes to show how i felt. i got the beginnings of a few different ones going...several lines, but none of 'em really fit together, so maybe i'll make 'em into several different poems or just say screw it. i did get one little one done though...then i tweaked it and now it's a haiku. here it is...

Questions

Where did i go wrong
What should i have done for love
Was it even me

Edit: just finished one more poem...it still needs a name though. any suggestions?

All alone in this world
Dwelling in my cold, lonely heart
Existing without life

People all around
Tell me that they care
But it's not the same
It's not her love

and a song for you guys that i heard this morning on the radio...i never really paid attention to the meaning of it before, but now as i was listening to it, my stomach tightened up and my heart ached. i just wanna hold her forever...to be with her...as more than a friend...unfortunately, it seems that friends is all we can be right now. she won't let me be any closer. *sighs* anyway, here's the song.

"Paint Me A Birmingham"

He was sitting' there, his brush in hand
Painting' waves as they danced, upon the sand
With every stroke, he brought to life
The deep blue of the ocean, against the morning' sky
I asked him if he only painted ocean scenes
He said for twenty dollars, I'll paint you anything

Could you Paint Me A Birmingham
Make it look just the way I planned
A little house on the edge of town
Porch going' all the way around
Put her there in the front yard swing
Cotton dress make it, early spring
For a while she'll be, mine again
If you can Paint Me A Birmingham

He looked at me, with knowing eyes
Then took a canvas from a bag there by his side
Picked up a brush, and said to me
Son just where in this picture would you like to be
And I said if there's any way you can
Could you paint me back into her arms again?

Could you Paint Me A Birmingham
Make it look just the way I planned
A little house on the edge of town
Porch going' all the way around
Put her there in the front yard swing
Cotton dress make it, early spring
For a while she'll be, mine again
If you can Paint Me A Birmingham

Paint Me A Birmingham
Make it look just the way I planned
A little house on the edge of town
Porch going' all the way around
Put her there in the front yard swing
Cotton dress make it, early spring
For a while she'll be, mine again
If you can Paint Me A Birmingham

Oh paint me a Birmingham

-Tracy Lawrence
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