Blunt Knife

You’re a million miles away
Yet the distance makes you wonder
If the girl you once knew is okay
You pick up the phone and dial me
Say a few words in agony
As though I had called you…
You’re fishing for a compliment
Or maybe just an argument
To hear my familiar voice
You had no other choice….
You knew I would answer
Regardless of my current state of mind
Your emotions always rob me blind
Lift me up like star light
Then bring me down like rain
But you never mean to cause me pain
It’s just the memories I associate
The words I anticipate
The scenarios I carelessly create…
You’re the thunder that breaks the silence
In a relatively boring life
So I’m willing to take your call
I’m willing to sharpen that knife…

Oh Blogness....

It has been quite a while since I have updated. No reason in particular...just haven't had a lot of inspiration I suppose. Which can be a good thing considering I tend to be more verbal when I'm upset about something...or someone.

I was going through my writings that I keep in Word and the last 6 or so are unfinished and fleeting thoughts. I should really finish a couple of those. It frustrates me that I don't write as much as I used to, but I think it's the perfectionist in me. I have a hard time blogging about random thoughts of my everyday life. I'm always trying to write the "perfect" poem or thought.

I watched a poetry slam on TV the other night and now I want to attempt to write in that style. Very fast paced, emotionally raw, and rough around the edges. But I think someone would really have to piss me off in order for something like that to come alive. :)