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Showing posts with label #SnowPatrol. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #SnowPatrol. Show all posts

Saturday, April 2, 2016

Insertion Poem-New York

If you were here beside me, instead of in New York
(But you aren't really, though...)
If the curve of you was curved on me
(Like you never really have...)
I'd tell you that I loved you, before I even knew you
(And you would run so  far and fast...)
'Cause I loved the simple thought of you
(I'd rather be complex...)

If our hearts are never broken and there's no joy in the mending
(Please don't break my heart)
There's so much this hurt can teach us both,
(I'd rather be dumb)
And there's distance and there's silence, your words have never left me,
(Why did you have to do that?)
They're the prayer that I say every day
(Please God...)

The lone neon lights and the ache of the ocean
(Peace)
And the fire that was starting to spark
(Let it burn)
I miss it all, from the love to the lightning
(Bring it back)
And the lack of it snaps me in two
(I'm broken)

If you were here beside me, instead of in New York
(Why aren't you...)
In the arms you said you'd never leave
(Never promise...)
I'd tell you that it's simple and it was only ever thus
(Its never simple. Haven't you learned that yet?)
There is nowhere else that I belong
(Only here with me.)

The lone neon lights and the ache of the ocean,
(No longer peaceful)
And the fire that was starting to spark
(Why won't it burn?)
I miss it all from the love to the lightning
(Love doesn't exist)
And the lack of it snaps me in two
(Nothing can mend me)
Just give me a sign, there's an end with a beginning
(Don't promise...)
To the quiet chaos driving me back
(We're all mad here...)
The lone neon lights and the warmth of the ocean
(Can I find peace?)
And the fire that was starting to go out
(No more sparks)
   

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Cento Poem- Unnamed

This is a variation on a Cento poem.  The word comes from cloak of patches.  It is generally a poem made of lines of other poems or lines from stories.  I used lyrics from songs.  It was harder than I thought so there was no real rhyme scheme or meter to it.  I save that for the next time! LOL
Song credits are at the bottom and listed by line. 


Where have you been my darling young one?
‘Cause lately I’ve been waking up alone
Just call out my name
Anywhere you go I’ll follow you down, I’ll follow you down but not that far…

When I met you in the summer
Maybe you were right but baby I was lonely
And then I said hey what going on
Will you follow and know, know me more than you do?

You turned to me and all at once
Tell me why you’re looking so confused
I won’t let nobody hurt you, won’t let nobody break your heart
That’s my job, that’s what I do

So if I lay here, If I just lay here
Could you, could you come back?
I’d rather die young than grow old without you
Don’t ask me to choose honey, cause either way we stand to lose.

1. Bob Dylan- A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall 2. Ed Sheernan-  Give Me Love 3. James Taylor/Carole King- You’ve Got a Friend 4. Gin Blossoms- Follow You Down
5. Calvin Harris- Summer 6. ENRIQUE IGLESIAS- Tired of Being Sorry 7. 4 Non Blonde- Hey What’s Going On 8. Kelly Clarkson- Mr. Know It All
9. Conway Twitty-All at Once 10. Talyor Swift- Never Grow Up  11. JoJo-Leave(Get Out) 12. Elvis Costello-That’ My Job
13. Snow Patrol-Chasing Cars 14. Pat McGee-Come Back Home 15. George Jones- Grow Old Without You 16. FYC- We Stand to Lose


Wednesday, April 30, 2014

An Answer to New York by Snow Patrol

First, If you haven't heard the song "New York" by Snow Patrol, Go NOW!  First it's a great song.  Second I wrote this poem about what the girl the song is written to feel when the boyfriend is home.
Here is a link for the song.

Is it Ever Enough?
The time we have together is precious
Way too much to waste
But what can you do when you only have minutes
When time together could be snatched away in an instant
When you only get brief glances
The future of husband and wife
We want to tell each other,
Of our secrets and our sins
If but one second is wasted,
That pressure is multiplied
To a thousand hours yet to be.
The stars lose their place in the heavenly orb
Without the Solar wind to guide them, to get them home.
So the time has come to conclude the telling of this tale
It is the moment to start a new fiction.