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"home is wherever i'm with you." - Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros
i have a habit of wandering,
therefore i get lost a lot.
{♥incomplete♥}
|poem by jazz|
|poem by jazz|
Daddy,
I tried to wake you up from your bed,
but you made no movement
and not even a single word was said.
Mummy comes running into the room
Halts when she sees you
She quickly grabs the keys
And barges right through.
Mummy wouldn't let me go with her,
tells me you are not feeling well.
and i listend to her,
because she started to yell.
The car engine growled,
and i cowered back in fear.
Mommy and you were gone
and the car engine i still can hear.
Mummy promised you'd be back,
and yet you are still gone.
I'm praying to God that you get here,
and my begging has just begun.
Where are you daddy?
I need you here beside me.
To hold me in your arms,
for the whole world to see.
Come back home.
The place where you feel most loved.
A place for you, mummy and i.
A place where no one is unloved.
The phone rings and I answer.
I hear mummy sobbing on the other line.
She says hello and i ask her why she is crying.
She tells me it's nothing and that everything will be fine.
She says she'll pick me up,
because we have to stay in there for the night.
I squeel with joy as i love travelling,
but my mother just sobs even more and i hope she's alright.
I wait for her excitedly,
but I stop smiling when I see her face.
My mother's face is red and i can see tear stains.
And that was when she pulls me into an embrace.
(does this poem really need an ending?)
while waiting. / Friday, November 9, 2007 @ 8:12 PM
{can you even hear me through this silence?}
feet tapping against the floor.
fingers running against the surface of the table.
tap. tap. tap.
so quiet.
so silent.
waiting for the phone to make its delightful noise.
ring. ring. ring.
but all you can hear is the sink in the toilet.
drip. drip. drip.
and as every second passes all my heart can do is skip...
beat. beat. beat. beat. beat. beat.
no name. / Sunday, November 4, 2007 @ 4:52 PM
all the noise, oh how it kills.
how i desperately want to stop the chills
that rumbles down my spine, into hills.
oh how i want to learn such skills.
oh how i want to stop taking these imaginary pills.
how i desperately want to stop the chills
that rumbles down my spine, into hills.
oh how i want to learn such skills.
oh how i want to stop taking these imaginary pills.
<3 atoning for all the silence,
averyimpatientjazz
averyimpatientjazz
{copy her words and paste it onto your lips.}
|don't delete it or you'll get trapped.|
|don't delete it or you'll get trapped.|
copy and paste.
copy and paste.
copy and paste.
copy and pasteee.
sometimes we just want so badly to copy what we see and paste it where we want it to be. it's easy, the method of copy and paste, but dangerous at the same time and that's why we continuously do it. they even put a name to it; plagiarism but i refer to it as "unrequited love"
seems off topic and incredibly irrelevant but if you look at it the way i do, you'll see what i really mean. sometimes i wish i could copy and paste love.
who wouldn't?
sometimes i wish i can erase a memory that i know will haunt me forever.
i didn't even get to say hello.
as soon as i picked up the phone, i heard her strong sharp voice echoing through my ears just like countless of times before. however, today there was a twist to it. her voice wasn't the normal edgy voice that seemed to stab you at every full stop in a sentence. she slurred her words carelessly and rolled her tongue more.
there was no edge.
no sharp tone.
only the slur of her drunken words.
it was loud and clear.
seems off topic and incredibly irrelevant but if you look at it the way i do, you'll see what i really mean. sometimes i wish i could copy and paste love.
who wouldn't?
sometimes i wish i can erase a memory that i know will haunt me forever.
one of which happened this very day.
♥
i didn't even get to say hello.
as soon as i picked up the phone, i heard her strong sharp voice echoing through my ears just like countless of times before. however, today there was a twist to it. her voice wasn't the normal edgy voice that seemed to stab you at every full stop in a sentence. she slurred her words carelessly and rolled her tongue more.
there was no edge.
no sharp tone.
only the slur of her drunken words.
"happy birthday, darling."
it was loud and clear.
and it hurt so much.
i held back the tears as i tried to make sense of her drunken state. there she was wishing me a "happy birthday" on the wrong day.
she must be drunk for a good reason.
she'll call back in five days time to greet me again...
she will.
she has to.
because in five days time...
it will be my birthday.
she must be drunk for a good reason.
she'll call back in five days time to greet me again...
she will.
she has to.
because in five days time...
it will be my birthday.
the day she gave birth to me.
you call to greet me. you call to say,
"happy birthday."
but not on the right day.
how i wish for the pain to go away.
how i wish, it just went my way.
you call to greet me. you call to say,
"happy birthday."
but not on the right day.
how i wish for the pain to go away.
how i wish, it just went my way.
<3 atoning for all the tears,
averydelicatedjazz
averydelicatedjazz
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