Ramblings of a late 20-something

Friday, August 04, 2006

Old Love

by Eric Clapton and Robert Cray

I can feel your body
When I'm lying in bed
There's too much confusion
Going around through my head

And it makes me so angry
To know that the flame still burns
Why can't I get over?
When will I ever learn?

Old love, leave me alone
Old love, go on home

I can see your face
But I know that it's not real
It's just an illusion
Caused by how I used to feel

And it makes me so angry
To know that the flame will always burn
I'll never get over
I know now that I'll never learn

Friday, July 28, 2006

life unwritten

Life is ever changing
Flowing like a river
Into streams and branches
Reaching for the shore
Only to move away and keep driving onward

A book unwritten
Pages unfilled
A pen waiting silently to write the next chapter
Tomorrow holds an unknown future

Shadows wait silently to be revealed
Light moves to darkness, one moment fades
As another shines
Life continues on an ever winding path

Filled with crossroads and detours,
25 mph curves, falling rocks, and
sometimes places where one can cruise
at 100 mph down a desolate stretch of life

Monday, July 10, 2006

unbelievable

it was so unbelievable
like something you read about
something you hear on the radio
it took her breath away
made her scream and moan
made her yearn for more
made her want things she couldn't, shouldn't have
hot, so amazingly hot
nothing more than words
but words so tempting
words so powerful
she wanted it again and again
but clung to the knowledge that she couldn't have it
shouldn't have it
could only want it through words
words on a page in the air in the universe

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Ah...family


The picture is my mom and sister in Arches National Park in Utah. My sister is on the right. She's 8 years older than me and I love her dearly. I just spent 5 days with her and my mom--showing them the sights of Grand Junction and even Utah...overall it was a successful visit. I found all kinds of things to do here that I didn't even know existed and they got to see two states they'd never been to before. I miss them all dearly--way out there in Georgia...but at least now I know my mom can handle a plane ride! It was her first ever. Perhaps next time we'll get my dad and my bro-in-law out here...who knows???

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Happy Birthday to Me

Happy 4th of July/My birthday! I am all of 28 today. An old woman...bah! I still think I'm 21. Watch some fireworks, eat a hamburger...thank God for the good ole' U.S.A.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Where I Thought I'd Be















When I was growing up
I thought I'd be in New York City
I thought I'd be on Broadway
I thought I'd be famous

When I was in college
I thought I'd be back in my hometown
I thought I'd be a teacher
I thought I'd be there forever

When I moved to Florida
I thought we'd stay there a while
I thought we'd raise a family

When we moved to Texas
I thought maybe that was it
that Texas would be home
That we'd live in the Lone Star state

Since then I've stopped wondering
where I thought I'd be
I only think of where I am
And that I am happy

When January came I didn't think
of where I'd be come summer
I only thought of January
and the soft snow of Clifton Park

Now that I am here
In the "cold desert"
I don't think about the possibilities down the road
I only think about now and the heat
and the skyline of mountains surrounding me

There is peace here
and space
and freedom
and I won't think of where I thought I'd be
I will only think of happiness and serenity...for now.

Monday, June 05, 2006

Letters

Dear life--
Why must you be so difficult? Why must you provide me with sunshine once in a while and rain much of the time? Why do you leave me sleepless and wondering and making endless lists? Why do you move me from place to place? Why can't you be easy? Why can't you be painless and fun more often? I wait and I wait for a time when I can take a deep breath and relax for longer than six months. I try to remember that destiny is there--that everything happens for a reason--but it is so hard. Why do you make it all so hard? Why do I complain when people around the word are suffering? When others are dieing for freedom and happiness? I have no reason to complain about the tiny things that make my life somewhat difficult.

Dear you and Mr. You
You know who you are. Maybe you don't. I just want you to know I am content for the time being. I am happy now, and I am loved. I do miss you though. I miss the long conversations, the saki, the cemetery. I am glad I still have you to talk to. I know we are better off. Mr. You--I miss you. I know soon we will be together again, but I miss you still. I miss your sarcasm and your jokes and the protection I feel when I'm with you. I feel alone and small without you. Happy anniversary.

Dear Chipmunk--
I don't know why you have taken up residence beneath my fireplace. However, thank you for being quiet today. Part of me hopes you haven't fallen for the peanut butter on that mouse trap I left for you in the storage room. However, when I step outside, could you please not come out and stare at me as if I am trespassing on your territory?