Some poetry - some mine, some not.
...we have lingered in the chambers of the sea
by sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
till human voices wake us, and we drown.
-t.s. eliot
Jonathan's sleeping. Poor guy, he's all tired. I hate to admit it, but I was a total wench today to him. I kept yelling, and arguing, and all sorts of other stuff. I feel bad.
I revised my blues lyrics. They got a little more angry. I don't even know that I felt this way the day I found out. But the professor said it should be more vivid and gritty, so that's what I was shooting for.
The Jilted Blues.
I thought I married me a good man now
I thought I married me a true man now
Held my hand in public and didn't care what anyone said
Wanted you then, before, but I'm not sure now
You turned on me and talked to your old beauty
You turned on me and talked to your old beauty
You typed out you loved only her - and I found it
Well, that was the end of me
You got on your knees and you begged and pleaded
You grabbed my hands and you let out a crying plea:
Take me back! I'll miss sleeping with you if you're gone
I said all right, though you didn't seem to really want me
I stay around you to keep you from crying
I hang around so you don't need to cry in
Your sleep - you cuddle and snuggle and sigh
But I feel like a drowning bird - this love has gone awry
No words of sorrow, no need to feel bad
There's no loss on your part, so why feel sad?
I'm only a person - two eyes and a heart
Am I the only one who remembers what we had?
I hope you realize, if this happens again
I hope you realize that if you screw around like this again
This will be the death of us - no second chances
I will not be a puppy at the end of your love chain
by sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
till human voices wake us, and we drown.
-t.s. eliot
Jonathan's sleeping. Poor guy, he's all tired. I hate to admit it, but I was a total wench today to him. I kept yelling, and arguing, and all sorts of other stuff. I feel bad.
I revised my blues lyrics. They got a little more angry. I don't even know that I felt this way the day I found out. But the professor said it should be more vivid and gritty, so that's what I was shooting for.
The Jilted Blues.
I thought I married me a good man now
I thought I married me a true man now
Held my hand in public and didn't care what anyone said
Wanted you then, before, but I'm not sure now
You turned on me and talked to your old beauty
You turned on me and talked to your old beauty
You typed out you loved only her - and I found it
Well, that was the end of me
You got on your knees and you begged and pleaded
You grabbed my hands and you let out a crying plea:
Take me back! I'll miss sleeping with you if you're gone
I said all right, though you didn't seem to really want me
I stay around you to keep you from crying
I hang around so you don't need to cry in
Your sleep - you cuddle and snuggle and sigh
But I feel like a drowning bird - this love has gone awry
No words of sorrow, no need to feel bad
There's no loss on your part, so why feel sad?
I'm only a person - two eyes and a heart
Am I the only one who remembers what we had?
I hope you realize, if this happens again
I hope you realize that if you screw around like this again
This will be the death of us - no second chances
I will not be a puppy at the end of your love chain