Friday, March 30, 2012

And I apologize but


I've dreamed harder than you have.



“What do you want out of life?" I asked, and I used to ask that all the time of girls.
'I don't know,' she said. 'Just wait on tables and try to get along.' She yawned. I put my hand over her mouth and told her not to yawn. I tried to tell her how excited I was about life and the things we could do together; saying that, and planning to leave Denver in two days. She turned away wearily. We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad.” 

-Jack Kerouac

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

"What The Piano Might Do"- A Poem

I don’t think of what’s to come
Because my arms hurt from leaning
I can’t do it anymore living in your shadow
It eats my insides until I’m hollow
And I believe there’s more for me
Then you
At least I hope so because
If there isn’t
I think I’m just going to have to learn the piano
And let the keys touch my fingers
And let my breath catch in my throat
And let the window open beside me brush my hair out of my face
Like you
My sorry soul.