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Crashed on the floor when I moved in This little bunk alone with… 
3rd-Nov-2004 08:59 pm
Crashed on the floor when I moved in
This little bunk alone with some strange new friends
Stay up too late, and I'm too thin
We promise each other it's 'til the end
Now we're spinning empty bottles
It's the five of us
With pretty-eyed boys girls die to trust
I can't resist the day
No, I can't resist the day

Jenny screams out and it's no pose
'Cause when she dances she goes and goes
Beer through the nose on an inside joke
I'm so excited, I haven't spoken
And she's so pretty, and she's so sure
Maybe I'm more clever than a girl like her
The summer's all in bloom
The summer is ending soon

It's alright and it's nice not to be so alone
But I hold on to your secrets in white houses

Maybe I'm a little bit over my head
I come undone at the things he said
And he's so funny in his bright red shirt
We were all in love and we all got hurt
I sneak into his car's black leather seat
The smell of gasoline in the summer heat
Boy, we're going way too fast
It's all too sweet to last

It's alright
And I put myself in his hands
But I hold on to your secrets in white houses
Love, or something ignites in my veins
And I pray it never fades in white houses

My first time, hard to explain
Rush of blood, oh, and a little bit of pain
On a cloudy day, it's more common than you think
He's my first mistake

Maybe you were all faster than me
We gave each other up so easily
These silly little wounds will never mend
I feel so far from where I've been
So I go, and I will not be back here again
I'm gone as the day is fading on white houses
I lie, put my injuries all in the dust
In my heart is the five of us
In white houses

And you, maybe you'll remember me
What I gave is yours to keep
In white houses

~White Houses, Vanessa Carlton

In truth, it's the night I can't resist
There's something in the dark,
watch the way it clings and grows
kudzu for the soul, but life is longer
and brighter than it seems.
we collect years like colored leaves:
between the pages of good books.
It's no lie to see the world you want
Delicate sins layered with rum,
ideas, and the last refuge of youth,
ours to keep. I'll see your dreams
and raise you, just a little.
a thin veil, hints of skin,
your insides are showing,
and I love it
when you hold so tight
in your danse macabre
our will is everywhere,
beautiful mess of hair
and blood beating its walls,
holding up, holding out
for no days but these,
between nights longer than their sun,
no ace of diamonds,
crystal, glass 'nor ice,
thrown back, and taking it
with every muscle coiled
the poet's quest, the everyday lives
of unusual glances, unanswered
questions, sleeping in your eyes
and anywhere it's warm enough
it's one spin each, says the man
with a wink that's been around
more than a few times, you know
so tell me, if you see strangers
bathed in afterglow.
I have enough to wait for,
so tell me, if you see.

can repulsion make a drink,
and would you taste her nectar?
or damn them all with fangs bared,
declare any wall too thin,
and scream defiance full-bodied
free as the rain, let it come
and on licked lips wet a smile
whatever comes today, let it come
and swallow one way or the other
we will not be back here again.
4th-Nov-2004 02:18 am (UTC)
I hope someday I can hear you spinning stories and not just prettinesses...

it's strange, but the only thing that comes to mind is each man kills the thing he loves... (wilde)
4th-Nov-2004 06:00 pm (UTC)
there are stories in these, or at least I wonder,
if somehow they'll all fit together
some night when I'm sleeping, no assembly required
and come stalk me, this creepy toy,
made of words and wishes, strung loosely
and ambling through...
4th-Nov-2004 06:58 pm (UTC)
~_^ i know there are stories in these-- but i want to hear you speak in complete sentences. ^_^

no assembly required... a toaster is indeed a creepy toy.
4th-Nov-2004 05:04 am (UTC)
mmm.. I read this and it resonated with millions of other words and phrases I have floating around in my head.

I love reading your poems, because they wake up all these other things in my head and make *my* writing better.

This poem, as well as what I'm writing, reminded me of a few other poems, and I posted them.

*kiss* love you^.^
4th-Nov-2004 07:18 pm (UTC)
Thank you! *hugs* *love* :)
4th-Nov-2004 02:59 pm (UTC)

Nice. :-)

How's the house thingy going?
4th-Nov-2004 07:18 pm (UTC)
Ok so far. ;)
4th-Nov-2004 08:40 pm (UTC)
You need a pony!
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