eight past twelve
62
Up early, new job, time change.
Long winter on the way.
Happy, cheerful optomistic.
Fire started, house is warming. Old mouldy food thrown out.
Children clean, smiling faces. Well fed and fully rested.
Working hard, cleaning faster, must divert this impending disaster.
Seems the floodgates have been broken, lucky the water's running slow
Sun is shining, take deep breaths
Know he didn't mean what you thought he said
music plays like old photos and
cobwebs of smiles
its still me, under there all the while
where did you go? Why won't you remember?
Or are you hiding in your head again?
Oh its only now 12, thought it was 1
Aerosmith is back in the saddle again
and I am moving on
moving on
moving on
like the sound of the furnace in my Grandparent's basement
slow and steady neverending. Only... take a rest once in awhile
Feeling good, feeling strong
like a bittersweet song
We dont have a song. Do we?
So many songs make me think of you
of us
what was and could have been
what is and never will be
Dishes are clean and the air smells good. I feel brave
I know that I should
angry and bitter are impossable for me to hold
Ill walk dead or alive
Ill waste my time whenever I like
Im feeling ok
with my whiskey hangover
Gotta love Godsmack. Anger is easier then sad, regret and guilt are usless.
Happy is best, even a slow sad mellow kind of happy.
Comfort may be under rated.
I think I may be comfortable now
and thats hopefully enough
what was, is over
what is, is now
what will be ....
we will see
Funny how life moves on. I hear your voice on the phone and my heart stops, same as it always did.
I need a balance between you and me, us and life, trust and abandon.
I need another beer
1232 and..
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
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Comments
I know I said this before, but the past is certainly more attractive than the present due to of course to nostalgia. That Pink Floyd song is one of my all-time favorites. Thanks, Justine! Loved it.
Oh man..'here we go again', or the sitting around wondering when the 'here we go again' will start..
thank YOU for reading!!!
Happy futures for all!! :)
Hey Dohn, you sneaked in while I was posting that other comment to Jess. Yeah, that is one of my fav Pink Floyd tunes too. Although, have you heard the Radiohead remake? Pretty awesome!! Nostalgia is one thing, I like that. But actually loosing things that you cant get back can also add to the longing for the past. I really try to stay focused on the here and now as that is all you really have, but without forgetting. If that makes any sense at all...
anyway, thanks for reading. :)
if you forget everything you loose a piece of you, is this just the beginning of a thought process, a hurricane..... enjoyed it , well done
great poem...I love how you spill your thoughts out with such passionate flow! (and Wish u were here is one of my favorite songs ever!) keep going strong...x
Wow, what a great poem, as Jess said, it's a great mix of lyrics and your own word flow. Wonderful read!
Hi Lorraine, it was a stopping of a thought process, keeping the hurricane out to sea. It never made landfall so everyone is safe!! Thank you. :)
Thank you My Own World. I am so happy you like it. Pink Floyd is one of my top 10 favourite bands,and this is also one of my best loved songs. It has quite a bit of meaning for me, as I am guessing it does for anyone who likes it. It somehow manages to pop on the radio when I need it too. The songs in here were the actual songs on at the time.
Hi Lissa, glad you like it, thank you so much for takign the time to read and comment.
I Love this-I'm always curious about forgetting the past-it can't ever really be done -that's so much of who we are right now-you think?
A lovely hub-worth a few reads for full impact-so I shall return.
Well I hope the too of you may find your selves. Gotta quit diggin' up those old bones first. Nostalgia is good. You love is strong that is a plus. Nice hub darlin'.
Hi there Ralwus. Just sifting through memories, putting things where they belong. I figure its ok for there to still be some of me, not just mommy and wife. I promise, I havent been digging for bones, more like long buried treasure. It seems to be going as well as it can. Thank you.
Good on you girl, you are a wonder and much loved. Don't cha forget that.
I love the controlled randomness for your poem. It's put together a lot how my mind flows. Justs kind of jumps from one random thought to another putting together the events of the day. Mixing in lyrics expresses your emotions very well. Great job! I love your work. You are so honest and real.
Controlled randomness? I giggled some at that, Blood. And I didn't realized it was a poem either. I fail to see the control...but I am glad you like it. I was sitting here, listening to the radio, those were the songs on and the random thoughts in my head. It can be exhausting being me...
And do you have any idea how many people have told me I am real? Im not sure I quite understand that, how else can anyone be? I do know, half the time it's a compliment, the other half..well..I make people nervous sometimes..Im like liver, people love me or hate me. Im taking it as a compliment from you. Thank you. :)
i love this poem
Thank you Lgali. Nice to see you as always!
Jess Killmenow says:
2 months ago
Love that mix of poem and lyrics
Down that lane of might have been
Happy is best and sad the pits
And that trap of here we go again
Here's to happy futures. Thanks for the poem. :)