By: Jennifer Nettles
She laughs when she thinks her whole life could fit in her car.
And she could drive it wherever she wanted.
But she knows that she will never get that far.
This suffering's hers and she will flaunt it right in their face in that place where they condemn her soul with their smiles that are so curt.
You know she always smiles at the mirror that way.
It's there to remind her of the hurt.
And in her mind is a mixture of the sacred and profane.
And sometimes she wonders if the two are not the same.
And deep inside that Babylon she's building like she just can't stop.
She'll go on climbing even though she knows Heaven's not at the top.
And she'll let her mind wonder for what seems like forty years, and never find the Promised land, even though it's in her hands.
She takes everything she hears to her heart and gives it a room.
And most times it sends her reeling.Her heart is pregnant with the graves of stillborn love.
Cause she imbues every word with meaning.
Now she will search for her Messiah in the comfort of her bed.
To try to learn to take all the blame.
You know she tried to look up his number when he left her that time before, but God didn't tell her his last name.
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Home of the Porchies, the Sluts, those afflicted with Smaw Poese, the lonely bitter Hags, the Homie Ho's, the ubiquitous and somewhat cantankerous Unicorn, and anyone else who feels like an outcast from time to time.
Weaver Girl said:
At our backs the castle door,
others feel free to ignore
this extension of extended metaphor
On the porch swings where we sit,
quick of tongue and fleet of wit
games and poems to submit
Open books in open hands,
poetry from other lands,
lyrics from our favorite bands
A telling word, a single note,
and meaning in a random quote:
significance of what we wrote
Different cultures and aesthetic,
for this we're not apologetic!
We are just beyond poetic!
Killers, X Files, Broken Bride
never are these words denied,
here they often all collide
from the early light of dawn,
as we used to, still wait on
the random poetry anons
Jack White, movies, TBS,
have you wisdom to profess?
Here, the answer's always "Yes"
Here we play, by words transfixed,
Haiku and pop culture mixed,
nothing broken, nothing fixed
Here is truth and here's creation
joy and horror, pain, elation,
in a story, small salvation
And here is laughter, here we're free
to be whatever we may be
and though others may disagree,
we greet the castle, greet its lord
and do so of our own accord
and shun the frothing, rabid horde
Be it known I'd so much rather
read my friends and all their "blather,"
on the porch here, where we gather.
others feel free to ignore
this extension of extended metaphor
On the porch swings where we sit,
quick of tongue and fleet of wit
games and poems to submit
Open books in open hands,
poetry from other lands,
lyrics from our favorite bands
A telling word, a single note,
and meaning in a random quote:
significance of what we wrote
Different cultures and aesthetic,
for this we're not apologetic!
We are just beyond poetic!
Killers, X Files, Broken Bride
never are these words denied,
here they often all collide
from the early light of dawn,
as we used to, still wait on
the random poetry anons
Jack White, movies, TBS,
have you wisdom to profess?
Here, the answer's always "Yes"
Here we play, by words transfixed,
Haiku and pop culture mixed,
nothing broken, nothing fixed
Here is truth and here's creation
joy and horror, pain, elation,
in a story, small salvation
And here is laughter, here we're free
to be whatever we may be
and though others may disagree,
we greet the castle, greet its lord
and do so of our own accord
and shun the frothing, rabid horde
Be it known I'd so much rather
read my friends and all their "blather,"
on the porch here, where we gather.
Go With The Flow
This River Is Wild
Leaves are falling down
On the beautiful ground
I heard a story from the man in red
He said the leaves are falling down
Such a beautiful sound so I think you
Son, I think you better go ahead
But you always hold your head up high
Cause it's a long, long, long way down
This town was meant for passing through
But it ain't nothing new
Now go and show them
That the world stayed round
But it's a long, long, long way down
You better run for the hills before they burn
Listen to the sound of the world
And watch it turn
I just want to show you what I know
And catch you when the current lets you go
Or should I just get along with myself
I never did get along with everybody else
I've been trying hard to do what's right
But you know I could stay here all night
And watch the clouds fall from the sky
This river is wild
This river is wild
The Killers
Leaves are falling down
On the beautiful ground
I heard a story from the man in red
He said the leaves are falling down
Such a beautiful sound so I think you
Son, I think you better go ahead
But you always hold your head up high
Cause it's a long, long, long way down
This town was meant for passing through
But it ain't nothing new
Now go and show them
That the world stayed round
But it's a long, long, long way down
You better run for the hills before they burn
Listen to the sound of the world
And watch it turn
I just want to show you what I know
And catch you when the current lets you go
Or should I just get along with myself
I never did get along with everybody else
I've been trying hard to do what's right
But you know I could stay here all night
And watch the clouds fall from the sky
This river is wild
This river is wild
The Killers
The Switch & The Spur
any poor souls
who trespass against us
Whether it be beast or man
Will suffer the bite
or be stung dead on sight
By those who inhabit this land
For theirs is the power
And this is their kingdom
as sure as the sun does burn
So enter this path
but heed these four words...
......you shall never return.
The Raconteurs
who trespass against us
Whether it be beast or man
Will suffer the bite
or be stung dead on sight
By those who inhabit this land
For theirs is the power
And this is their kingdom
as sure as the sun does burn
So enter this path
but heed these four words...
......you shall never return.
The Raconteurs
23 comments:
Both sides of your brain are fully engaged in today's activities -- which should be amusing, if sometimes maddening. Trying to reach an agreement with yourself has never been this delicate.
Uh-oh, this could get ugly or very interesting. Not sure which. Stay tuned....
First! Yay for me!
Porchies, have a good one.
Solly ♥'s and missses PPU!
I don't wanna go! Don't make me!
>_<
Oh well!
Have a great day everyone!
Damn those lyrics.
Not sure how the day's gonna turn out. It's not feeling very groovy at the moment, so we'll see.
Wishing you all a wonderful Thursday!
Jules, sending you extra patience. :)
See you all later!
*looks for trollop*
*comes to the conclusion, she must be workin*
*working what tho? hahahahaha*
The porch is pitiful. It oozes lonliness.
Poor Porch. :(
The porch is crying in total sadness.
No Princess.
No Solly.
No Kapunua.
No Mustard.
No Fimble Venoms.
No FASC.
No Jennicula.
No PP.
No Kass.
Not even a unicorn.
:(
Soooo sad.
*leans head against porch post, wraps arms around*
I still love you, porch.
Oh! And no MissT.
And no RW.
And no Anima.
And no Sis Midnite in a long ass time. O_o
No Lucy Lu.
Nobody.
Not even an Anon.
WTF?
I dunno..I guess everyone is crazy busy these days.
Porch, don't cry anymore.
Dont cry for me ohh porch
the truth is, i never left you
*sung in the best madonna voice*
*runs round the porch shouting Fimble venoms sock star is here*
*runs back home cos she has to jump in the pool*
bye bye, i will be back
Betty,
That was just so wrong. I want a pool.
Scorpio (10/23-11/21)Let yourself go today -- or at least try to. You don't need to have so much control.
Ummm, yes I do. I always have to have control. O_O
Control of what....????
Absolutely everything!
Damn, I miss picking on PPU. It used to make my work day go so much faster. :(
I miss you picking on PPU too. At least I used to be able to live through you, but not since the great eyeball of doomdom appeared.
Hi guys. I can't get on here at work anymore because I can only load one page for most of the day. O_O It's kind of crap! How is everyone today? Work is, well, just madness.
I'm just sitting, waiting, wishing...
What you doin'?
you reminded me of jack johnson then.
do you play a guitar, strummin
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