2003-01-30 04:11:20 ET haiku #4 I wish I weren't in love It makes for trite poetry Why did she leave me?

Freebird

2003-01-30 04:10:35 ET If I leave here tomorrow Would you still remember me For I must be traveling on now There's too many places I've got to see If I stay here with you girl Things just couldn't be the same 'Cause I'm as free as a bird now And this bird you cannot change Oh, and this bird you cannot change And this bird you cannot change Lord knows I can't change Bye-bye babe, it's been sweet, love 'Though this feeling I can't change But please don't take this so badly 'Cause Lord knows I'm to blame But if I stay here with you girl Things just couldn't be the same 'Cause I'm as free as a bird now And this bird you cannot change Oh, and this bird you cannot change And this bird you cannot change Lord knows I can't change Lord help me I can't change Oh no, I can't change Won't you fly high, Freebird? yeah.. - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Some Girls

2003-01-28 05:42:05 ET Sarah worked on south street at a second hand book store she was half a virgin mary half a hundred dollar whore first time that i saw her it was at this greasy open mic she touched my arm and said i wrote a song that she liked "can I buy you a beer?" she said. "No thanks, I gotta jet." some girls you dont remember, some girls you dont forget well, the next time i saw sarah, she was naked in my bed "i picked the lock and found my way upstairs," she laughed and said etched upon my memory's the sweet love we made all of that cold nightime and half of the next day will i see you tomorrow? i think its a safe bet some girls you don't remember, some girls you don't forget ell the next thing that i knew, she'd commondeered my sock drawer a toothbrush in my bathroom and a key to my front door she didn't have the sweetest voice that a person ever heard but she'd come out to my gigs and she'd sing every word she'd show up during soundcheck and stay till the last set some girls you don't remember, some girls you dont forget well i never figured myself to be one half of this walkin round with stupid grin, stuffed all full of bliss broke my heart to have to tell her i was goin on the road big hazel eyes just melted me when she said "can i go? I wont take up much room i'll just pack a cigarette" some girls you don't remember, some girls you don't forget we must've put twelve thousand miles on that beat up forign car whenever weather'd let us we'd make love under the stars both of us so happy being attached and being free we would each take turns being bobby mcgee we were headed for salinis, but we hadn't got there yet some girls you don't remember, some girls you don't forget i woke up at the closin of the metal motel door a note left on the pillow had made it to the floor it said "boy you know i love you but i always had this hunch that soon youre gonna leave me so ill beat you to the punch know that i spent all our days with not a one regret" some girls you don't remember, some girls you don't forget I spent about a month feeling sad and dumped then i went to town, to find a girl who could give my heart a jump i'd go home with anything that would have me in her place but the only way i'd function was to think of sarah's face didn't matter if i's nibblin' on a former penthouse pet some girls you dont remember some girls you don't forget well last i heard of sarah, she's back at that book store i could stop in to say hi but it wont be like before those days had a certain magic we won't ever have again besides i heard she's sleepin with one of my old friends but i wonder if i ever bubble up inside her head am i a boy she don't remember, or a boy she don't forget? - Adam Brodsky

Sarah

2003-01-25 22:26:40 ET Mother said "you turn my food to poison" To my father on a cold Thanksgiving day The holiday's leave me with empty noise And so I turned my head and walked away You said I never had to have a reason Just for feeling all the feelings that I do summer days leave me with empty seasons And drunken was the day that I found you Sarah, girl you know I love you and I'll love you for the rest of my life Sarah, I'm always thinkin' of you I'm so sorry I can't make you my wife, this life no one else could make me feel as lonesome As you made me feel on Thursday night Because you know when the world misunderstands me Only you can make me feel all right I guess I thought that we could live forever In a state of such imaginary grace you could find your diamonds in my arms dear I could find a reason in your face Sarah, girl you know I love you and I'll love you for the rest of my life Sarah, I'm always thinkin' of you I'm so sorry I can't make you my wife, this life And so I softly drop you at the station Slowly turn the key and drive away Do you kiss my lips with hesitation Because your just afraid of what they might say? Sarah, girl you know I love you and I'll love you for the rest of my life Sarah, I'm always thinkin' of you I'm so sorry I can't make you my wife, this life lord, I had such plans for us - Vic Ruggerio

2003-01-23 11:48:36 ET Drama is what makes for good writing, right? then why can't I think of anything? Usually proffessors or writers will tell you that when your life is in conflict, to use that and channel it into your writing. Well I just hit a big conflict, and I've been trying to fit it into words, and nothing seems to be coming out. When I try to force poetry, it doesn't come. Listening to music helps bring the emotions out, but doesn't quite help with my writing. God, I wish I knew how to write lyrics - real lyrics, not just rambling sentiments and confused thoughts. I need to get out dancing. to a tune we all know well we all know the words and you do it so well. It's an oldie but a goodie - she loves someone else. it's an oldie but a goodie - sing along will ya? 4:20-4:48 1 comment

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