'cause I'm no diplomat

Thank you for waiting.
They all were debating
if you would come
through, but I said I
knew what to do.

I took a book
and I’ll wear a hat.
Maybe they won’t
know where I’m at,
‘cause I’m no diplomat.

You’re the only one
my cat doesn’t run
from and you tease
her so, so if you please,
please don’t go.

I’ll hide away where
no one will know
I’m here and then
maybe they’ll disappear
and leave us alone.

I’m tired of people
And games they play
I play them too,
and so do you-
we all do.

Within/Without

I was exhausted around 9 o'clock this evening. By 10 o'clock I wanted to pass out. Then I decided to listen to Owl City and now it's almost 2 in the morning and I am not sleepy at all. I am tired in my head but not sleepy in my body and I greatly desire rest. I haven't been sleeping very well lately. I'm not sure why. I could pooh-pooh over this for ages but that would be ridiculous so I will not. I used to have meaningful things to say but now the most meaningful thing I can think of is this:

Because usually without would mean "the absence of...something," right? But if you think of it in regards to within, it takes on a whole new idea! I'm kind of blown away by this prospect. I love it when words take on unrealized meanings.

Time for sleep.

High School and Thanksgiving,

Last night I had a dream about crunchy peanut butter. I have a strong desire to watch Grey Gardens. Hunter and I saw it two years ago and I want to see it again.

My sleep schedule is totally whack. It's kind of on a 4am-2pm type thing and I am terribly frustrated with not being able to sleep until the wee small hours of the morning. And then not being able to drag myself out of bed.

I've been having flashbacks all over the place lately. The lotion I wore yesterday is what I had in my purse when I worked at the coffee shop and I used tons of it. I smelled like senior year. Then I decided to read my xanga from high school. Gosh, I hated high school.

Right now I've been having scrambled eggs with cheddar and mozzarella, cayenne pepper, garlic, ginger, black pepper, and salt. Mom doesn't understand why on earth I like ginger in my eggs. I believe this carries over into the egg analogy of old. Hmmm.

I can't WAIT for Thanksgiving. Glenward made scones and Mom cooked a ham and it smelled like holiday in my house. Oh man I love Thanksgiving. I remember last Thanksgiving...John and I stayed up until...actually, I don't think we slept. We watched Almost Famous and I told stories about people I resented at the time. I got over all that pent-up resentment. Thank goodness.

Hum diddly. I think I'm going to try to sleep.

scribblettes 2.0

internal rhyme,
brother can you spare a dime?
i lost my rhythm, but i
feel it when i'm with him.



i wrote you a dream, but
it would seem the
dream i wrote was
note for note from you.



dance to the music
no one else can hear;
keep the things you know
no one else can hear.

scribblettes 1.0

break break
break the morning
silence
ring out ring on
bring in your
defenses

take take
take the train in
silence
trust all trust none
trust in your
defenses