Expensive Windows

its springtime
and the mansion on the corner is ready for new paint.
the man in all white carefully covers every inch of the expensive windows
(to make it seem like he was never there).
with care, he makes sure the glass remains clear and safe from the paint.
...no drips

its lunchtime
but the woman skips her afternoon meal to go to the shops on 5th ave.
the expensive white outfit covers every inch of her flawless body
(except for her sad, pretty face).
with ease, she pays for the clothes and the pair of heels she spotted on her way in.
...no tears

kayla

you are still my favorite!

yes blogger...you are still my favorite and I love you the most.
but, I did start a twitter for fun
http://twitter.com/KaylaAllTheTime

but more importantly!!!!
I posted a new song, that I'm pretty excited about.
It's called 'Washed Out Sky'
Strings, etc.
you can listen here: http://www.myspace.com/kaylaschureman

(me listening to the playback)

that's about all for now
k

stings like a bee

on a lighter note....

amazing


p.s. i don't understand why the audience isn't dancing around the room!!! haha. because for the record...i'm dancing around in mine...

K

wishing you were here

matters of the heart.
loneliness...
builds up inside me like a wall
stone by stone

forever?
no.
its already a new day
!
but for now...i can sing myself to sleep
sleep



kayla

washed out sky

Washed out sky:
he tells it like it is,
but she thinks he is hiding something
because
he holds his breath in between sentences
as if he were trying to choke the truth from coming out.

his stories last for hours... sometimes forever
chronicles of the storm, the flickering lights,
the washed out sky, the rain.
then he settles in to the sound of his own voice
and begins to whisper.
she listens to him speak about the morning,
and the small fragments of silence he feels before daybreak
before the sun screams, before the darkness burns off like fog.

now he smiles at her as if she is part of the story.
as if she were the calmness of the morning that cleansed his soul.
as if she were the lit candle that kept burning when
the power failed and the lights died.
as if she were the storm and
knew exactly where the rain would fall.

what about that washed out sky that hovered for days?
that he could not explain, so his story ended there.
but she claims that his eyes stole the blue right out of the sky.


sincerely,
kayla

Flesh and Blood

Current Read: Flesh and Blood, a collection of C.K. Williams brilliant poems.

The poems are very authentic and every page gives insight on what it means to be alive in our time. I highly reccomend it! Within a few pages he can make you laugh, cry, feel ashamed, feel hopeful,etc. It is truly amazing work.

that's all for now
for now....

Saturday....as is

Saturday
wrote a song.
recorded a song. www.myspace.com/kaylaschureman
danced around.
chillin now.

makin some kind of face.
Hey Tina! (...Tina Fey that is. not Tina Turner in case you were confused. [sarcastic tone])
so i've never really been into Norah Jones music before, but I bought 'Feels Like Home' and I dig. currently listening to the song Creepin' In. pretty sweet. i think i hear a little dolly parton singing background vocals. neat. good ole dolly

till soon,
K

Confabulation?

K

Hold On

I've always wanted a whole tree to myself
I"m the leaf that holds on through winter
It can be lonely and cold at the top of the world
but...
I survive and greet the newcomers in spring
I don't look like them, they look fresh and inspired
but at least they know I made it through winter
sometimes trying makes me feel alive
even when the sun doesn't shine for weeks
at least the branch stays strong to hold on to me
when I didn't want to fall with the rest
didn't want to fall like the rest
It's so far down, but one day I might...

sincerelykayla