Thursday, May 23, 2002

So I went to the poetry reading and read two things. One was Incubus-Make Yourself which is an amazing song.
If I hadn't made me, I would've been made somehow.
If I hadn't assembled myself, I'dve fallen apart by now.
If I hadn't made me, I'd be more inclined to bow Powers that be would have swallowed me up, but that's more than I can allow.
IF you let them make you, they'll make you papier-mache.
At a distance you're strong, until the wind comes then you crumble and blow away.
If you let them fuck you, there will be no foreplay.
But rest assured, they'll screw you complete 'til your ass is blue and grey.
You should make amends with you.
If only for better health.
But if you really want to live, why not try and Make Yourself?
If I hadn't made me, I'dve fallen apart by now.
I won't let 'em make me, it's more than I can allow.
So when I make me, I won't be papier-mache.
And if I fuck me... I'll fuck me in my own way.
You should make amends with you.
If only for better health.
But if you really want to live, why not try and Make Yourself?
Make yourself.
The other one is a poem I wrote a little while ago, I don't have a title but here goes...
There's so much I could give you
If I was only given the time I never had
all that time was wasted
pretending to know love
love I never learned.
show me what it feels like
to have something you earned.
I'm so used to hiding under these shield sheets
Wonder what it's like
to run out and be free.
The hardest thing in life
is to get rid of what your used to.
The scariest thing in life
is to take a risk or two.
remember that life will unravel you
from every angle that it may choose
so take what you are given
for it's all that you can use.
Sometimes it's not good enough
and it will feel like theres more I need
somethings will never please me
but its hard to tell since
I don't know the difference between
what I want to
and what I should be.
Things will be alright if
I work with what I was given
I'll be okay
If I do anything but give in.
I have some revising to do...but yeh. My dad read it and said it sounded like song lyrics which is good I suppose, since I'm hoping to turn some of my poems into songs when I start playing guitar again. We'll see, we'll see. Lucky me, I have an english paper I must write so I'm off...
~b

Bianca
9:54 PM