poetry thursday...with lyrics


because it speaks to me...
which is what i want poetry
to do...

When you were here before,
Couldn't look you in the eye,
You're just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry;

You float like a feather,
In a beautiful world,
I wish I was special,
You're so f**kin' special;

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo,
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here;

I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna have control,
I want a perfect body,
I want a perfect soul;

I want you to notice,
When I'm not around,
You're so f**kin' special,


I wish I was special;

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo,
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh

She's running out again,
She's running,
She runs runs runs runs...
Runs...

Whatever makes you happy,
Whatever you want,
You're so f**king special,
I wish I was special;

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo,
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here,

I don't belong here...
music provided by:
radiohead
sudden memory of a song i had forgotten how much i love provided by:
this hardcore and amazing blogger

what song speaks to you?

5 really good things on a wednesday...

still loving this idea from liz elayne...
give it a shot...you'll like it...

5 really good things...
mail that came that
doesn't say yes, but means that door is not shut...
(sorry for being cryptic, but i don't want to jinx it...)
buttered toast with brown sugar for breakfast


an unbelievably blue sky

12 so happy with new boots...
8 so happy with a new pair of gloves...
that it takes so little to satisfy them...

all the new blog people i have met
through SPC...
why did i not do this a long time ago!

now go.
find five.

SPC (what i wear...week two)


i wear docs.

i bought my first pair about 14 years ago...
8 hole and black.
i wore them with baby doll dresses.
i wore them with frayed jeans.
i wore them with my mcdonald's uniform.
i wore them in mosh pits and climbing
forbidden scaffolding outside of churches.
i wore them on first dates.
i wore them on the last ones, too.


my husband bought me my second pair of docs
in burgandy, also 8 hole...
i wore them with maternity clothes.
i wore them at the bookstore i worked at
which is why the toe of one is so much more scuffed
than the other, because i constantly knelt on one knee.
i wore them on my kid's first day of school
and to my daughter's graduation from grade six.
i wore them when i started my first day of school
for early childhood education.


i bought my third pair from a customer at the bookstore.
he asked me if i wore docs all the time,
(which people asked me regularly)...
when i said yes,
he offered to sell me a pair that he had bought
for his girlfriend
while he was on a trip to montreal
only to find out when he got home
that she
had cheated on him.
he sold me the 350.00 boots
for
fifty dollars.
i wear these boots with cords and
baby doll dresses layered over frayed jeans.
i wear them with business skirts and conservative
sweaters.
i wear them to work and to the kid's dentist appointments.
i wear them while taking pictures
and i was wearing them the day i got my driver's license
at 37.

i wear docs.

see what others are wearing...

monday makes...


i'm a sick, sick person.
i know this because
i have decided that i cannot make all of the things
that i want to make
for christmas...
so i have started planning
for next year's christmas
today....

i know i am sick....
just go with it.

so with that in mind:

this is too cute....
mittens....
gah....i'm overloading on cute.
i could spend alot of money here....
there is a new baby coming at christmas, maybe this?
is it too early for the tree?

and then, in reality...
here is where i am...
still knitting this...maybe 10 rows more than what i had last monday.
damn headache.
gah.

remembrance day

today
eight rushed to get his army men
out the kitchen
in time to line them up
in salute
while Oh Canada played on the radio.

then he remained quiet and still
through the two minutes of radio silence...

before taking the troops with him
to line up on the couch
to pay tribute
with him
as he watched the ceremonies
on television.

he's a funny boy, that eight.