Baby Rockstar
The music flowed through my body.
Replaced my blood with its electricity.
I picked up the guitar and had to jam.
My parents looked at their little ham.
The music took hold and I let out a screech
Like a banshee slightly out of reach.
My body contorted as I played.
They all smiled at the display.
"Snap!" I heard something go--
It would not interrupt my flow.
The music and I were one
But my fun was still not done.
I beat those strings
Like a jeweler does rings
Until one popped off
And I had to stop.
The time had come
To say "bye" to fun
For my baby guitar
Could not go so far.
Without its missing string,
I could not sing
Or do my baby rockstar dance.
And so, I was broken from my trance.
The Glow
“Don’t I glow? I’m glowing!” she exclaimed.
But to him, it was more of the same.
More glow, less love—I’m losing you.
More show, less love—I’ve been subdued.
As she walked down the street
He thought it kind of neat
To see her shimmer
And never grow dimmer.
Her goodness—it exudes
From every pore, it alludes
To something hidden deeper
Where you’ll find nothing cheaper.
It’s something that spills forth
At every turn and every port.
Something so beautiful—
It can’t be real.
So she reeled him in
And she let it begin.
Things got complicated
When he would not remain sedated.
She wanted just a buddy—
A dude to be chummy.
He wanted love and nothing less.
Would her goodness kill the madness?
“Don’t I glow? I’m glowing!” she exclaimed.
But to him, it was more of the same.
More glow, less love—I’m losing you.
More show, less love—I’ve been subdued.
So now it’s done—
He wasn’t the one.
She broke him down.
He left with a frown.
But that’s how it goes.
And that’s all he knows.
He’ll always lose out,
Despite how she started out
With her glowing goodness.
The End…or is it? Yeah, it probably is.
20 October 2003
What Can I Do? (Was listening to Radiohead’s “Fake Plastic Trees” a lot when I wrote this)
I feel it deep in my lungs—
Our love has come undone.
I know I can’t just run away.
But you won’t let me stay
In your life anymore.
Now my heart is sore.
But what can I do
To make it through?
I know this comes from the past.
It crept back so fast.
I saw it coming back that night
When I ran off in flight.
But what can I do
To make it through?
And through my grip you slip
And fall away with a flip
Of your hair.
A final stare
Into your eyes
Reveals no lies.
They say, “I love you so…
“And this you know…
“But I can’t be who you wanted
“And I can’t be who I wanted
“So good-bye
“Please don’t cry.”
But what can I do
To make it through?
How can I live
With nothing to give?
Why can’t you be
With me?
All the time?
All the time?
Yes I know
You love me so.
I feel the same way
About you each day.
But now what will I do
Without you?
Without you?
Without you?
23 October 2003
