Ironically, I switched to a tumbler.com blog because they have an "audio upload" option, which i thought would be great for posting new songs...but after the switch I started writing a lot more poems than songs. Funny how that worked out. So, now, I'm thinking i'll switch back to this ole blog. What are the chances I'll suddenly start writing a lot of songs again? ha! We shall see...
if you want to catch up on my latest blogs, go here: http://kaylaschureman.tumblr.com/
till soon,
Kayla
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
NEW BLOG
come on over to the Tumblr world and check out my new blog.
http://kaylaschureman.tumblr.com/
-kayla
http://kaylaschureman.tumblr.com/
-kayla
Monday, November 2, 2009
all the while
if i go down today, i'll go down gracefully
cause i'll be free from regret and free from envy
and if i go down tomorrow, i'll go down in style
cause it's true that i've loved you all the while
when i kissed that sailor, i told him i was the sea
but if anyone asks, you didn't hear that from me
cause it's true that i've loved you all the while
even when those southern winds blew us off course for miles
and when i made love to that author, told him i was his words
but if anyone asks, tell them that's just absurd
cause it's true that i've loved you all the while
and no book or quote could make me forget your smile
so, if i wake up today and don't feel the hurt
it's cause i've already had much more than i deserved,
and if i wake up tomorrow and still feel inspired
it's only because i've loved you all the while
cause i'll be free from regret and free from envy
and if i go down tomorrow, i'll go down in style
cause it's true that i've loved you all the while
when i kissed that sailor, i told him i was the sea
but if anyone asks, you didn't hear that from me
cause it's true that i've loved you all the while
even when those southern winds blew us off course for miles
and when i made love to that author, told him i was his words
but if anyone asks, tell them that's just absurd
cause it's true that i've loved you all the while
and no book or quote could make me forget your smile
so, if i wake up today and don't feel the hurt
it's cause i've already had much more than i deserved,
and if i wake up tomorrow and still feel inspired
it's only because i've loved you all the while
Friday, October 23, 2009
one, two, three
dark dark room
until the wall projects a glow
bright and blue.
she sits there,
right next to you
with her eyes glued
and her hand cold and smooth,
"shhh," she tells you
cause the previews are through
and the first scene is the most important
to pay attention to.
maybe she heard you thinking?
because your mouth wasn't moving
and your lips weren't speaking
in fact,
you may have been sleeping...
cause this whole night is like
one, two, three,
if you know what i mean...
because you both sit there,
and it doesn't mean anything!
she's just someone to bring
to midnight at the movies.
until the wall projects a glow
bright and blue.
she sits there,
right next to you
with her eyes glued
and her hand cold and smooth,
"shhh," she tells you
cause the previews are through
and the first scene is the most important
to pay attention to.
maybe she heard you thinking?
because your mouth wasn't moving
and your lips weren't speaking
in fact,
you may have been sleeping...
cause this whole night is like
one, two, three,
if you know what i mean...
because you both sit there,
and it doesn't mean anything!
she's just someone to bring
to midnight at the movies.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
black goes best with white
tuesday afternoon,
nothing to do
so it's just as good a time as any to take a drive,
besides,
i'd go anywhere for you
there's a back-stage room
at every venue
with drinks, a couch, and a phone in case you want to be alone
or call home
to the people who miss you
but you're in the dressing room
picking out a dress and some boots,
you make up your mind and say, "black goes best with white",
then you smile
like you did back in '72
you can only play a few
so, some are old and some are new
but, new or old, the sad ones sink like a stone,
heavy and slow
like you knew exactly who to sing to
i sit still in my seat,
did everyone leave?
or am i just imagining? cause the way you sing
makes it seem
like it's just you and me...
-kayla
nothing to do
so it's just as good a time as any to take a drive,
besides,
i'd go anywhere for you
there's a back-stage room
at every venue
with drinks, a couch, and a phone in case you want to be alone
or call home
to the people who miss you
but you're in the dressing room
picking out a dress and some boots,
you make up your mind and say, "black goes best with white",
then you smile
like you did back in '72
you can only play a few
so, some are old and some are new
but, new or old, the sad ones sink like a stone,
heavy and slow
like you knew exactly who to sing to
i sit still in my seat,
did everyone leave?
or am i just imagining? cause the way you sing
makes it seem
like it's just you and me...
-kayla
Friday, October 2, 2009
you would never know
it rained a little last night
but you would never know,
because of the way i hide things,
like how i cover up my sadness with a smile
and my anger with nervous laughter
but you...
you would never know
because you think out loud,
and you never stop talking
long enough to know that it's raining,
a downpour across the room
so heavy
that it doesn't even feel like rain anymore,
it's so heavy
like a sea of water that fell all at once,
after all this time,
but somehow your clothes stay dry
while mine
get soaked,
drenched
and cold
but you...
you would never know.
but you would never know,
because of the way i hide things,
like how i cover up my sadness with a smile
and my anger with nervous laughter
but you...
you would never know
because you think out loud,
and you never stop talking
long enough to know that it's raining,
a downpour across the room
so heavy
that it doesn't even feel like rain anymore,
it's so heavy
like a sea of water that fell all at once,
after all this time,
but somehow your clothes stay dry
while mine
get soaked,
drenched
and cold
but you...
you would never know.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
food stained pages
she comes into the bakery with a secretive look in her eyes and a box in her hands. she is quiet and trying hard to look casual as she searches for a woman to greet her. [i can't quite determine what is in the box, a surprise maybe? or perhaps twenty years of secrets? recipes only her mother knew...notebooks containing scribbles of fine ingredients, food stained pages, and amateur sketches. the best is a sketch of a cinnamon roll with frosting, a whole page in size, with makeshift, cliché steam drawn above the pastry as squiggly lines... but this is just a guess, i don't really know whats inside.]
now, she delivers the box in a drug-deal like fashion. she slides the old, worn out cardboard box across the counter and receives a nod and a smile from the lady in the back of the kitchen.
she leaves.
[i smile and order my coffee]
now, she delivers the box in a drug-deal like fashion. she slides the old, worn out cardboard box across the counter and receives a nod and a smile from the lady in the back of the kitchen.
she leaves.
[i smile and order my coffee]
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