I’ve been thinking about my blog lately and I started thinking that as part of my blog’s theme I should have some posts that include some of my writing. My idea became solidified when I realized that I part of my creative writing blog assignment is posting a piece of my own creative writing.
Most of you or all of you for that matter, probably don’t know that I write poetry and song lyrics, I can guess that none of you know simply because I haven’t really told anyone. Anyway, I’m not really sure of a better way to introduce these. So I’ll just let them speak for themselves.
Tied to the shore
Give or take a minute
While I stare at the ground
I haven’t spoken in centuries
I miss that smile’s sound
Been out walking
Tied to the shore
I’m not looking
Cause I’ve seen it all before
Over the willow trees
I stopped and watched the sun
In and out of everything
Those memories run
Been out walking
Tied to the shore
I’m not looking
Cause I’ve seen it all before
Eight dozen old foot prints
Hiding under the snow
Something’s are better
When no one else knows
Been out walking
Tied to the shore
I’m not looking
Cause I’ve seen it all before
Remember Denver
She asked, “Can you wait till tomorrow?
I sighed, “I’ve been waiting forever.”
She said, “You cause your own problems,”
I said, “It’s probably something I’ll grow out of.”
Just then the rope slipped further
Two more feet, then we’re hanging by a thread
Remember when we lived in Denver
The world kept the promises it made back then
But it’s no harder then it ever was
We just fold early and that’s because
We’re trying to build a house in un-level ground
And she said, “You know you’re different now.”
Then I replied, “No honey, you’re the one that’s changed.”
She snapped back, “What’s your problem?”
I looked her in the eyes then I turned and walked away,
Just then the rope slipped further
Two more feet, then we’re hanging by a thread
Remember when we lived in Denver
The world kept the promises it made back then
But it’s no harder then it ever was
We just fold early and that’s because
We’re trying to build a house in un-level ground
Fair trade
I’ve been lying here
Buying something to prove
Sometimes telling the truth
And sometimes not
Trade a dollar bill
For some corporate luck
Lie to make a sale
And pass the buck
It’s a fair trade for a free world
It’s all the same
Even if it’s not
You can stay after you get paid
But you can leave if you want
I’ve been dying here
Trying to buy new shoes
Selling old news
To further the plot
Trade a dollar bill
For some corporate luck
Lie to make a sale
And pass the buck
It’s a fair trade for a free world
It’s all the same
Even if it’s not
You can stay after you get paid
But you can leave if you want
Born to roll
The night held us on trial
As the streetlights painted your face
we walked a silent mile
Sometimes nothing is the best thing to say
Trapped by some sweet aroma
While the moon raced across the sky
Just as we whispered hello
I heard the autumn wind scream good-bye
But isn’t it living
To watch the stars begin to fall
And isn’t it fitting
That we’re both stones born to roll
Like a tacky poem
Saturated in clichéd devices
I travel alone
But I keep one eye on the horizon
And isn’t it living
To watch the stars begin to fall
But isn’t it fitting
That we’re both stones born to roll
The night held us on trial
While the moon raced across the sky
Just as we whispered hello
I heard the autumn wind screaming good-bye
But isn’t it living
To watch the stars begin to fall
And isn't it fitting
That we’re both stones born to roll
And isn’t it living
To watch the stars begin to fall
But isn’t it fitting
That we’re both stones born to roll
So I guess that’s four, I have more and some are more poem like, these ones were written to be songs. In a way a guess they are kind of cheesy.
Well that’s all for today. I’m going to respond to the comments on the last post in the next one. I want to try to post more often. My new personal goal is to post twice a week.
Awesome!
ReplyDeleteThanks Joel.
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