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]

two only

it's like going home
or maybe more like
letting home back into my own
flat, desert-like soul
full of los angeles
swealtering heat
and no clean water to drink--
but just think,
what if i didn't leave?
oh, boy!
i'd be
crawling on my hands and knees
across a city that holds a mirror to every face,
the cleanest glass you've ever seen,
but i could never see myself anyways
no no no
that reflection wasn't me.
because she,
she just wanted to start living,
feel the spin from her feet twirling
effortless on a dance floor
with her pretty face laughing,
going round and round
to the sweet, familiar sound
of music she never heard before she was lonely,
music found in the hearts of two, and two only.

-kayla

see it for what it is

decided to go to so cal this weekend. just a few pics... friday and today some.

sunrise. highway five.
good morning coast.
V dub.
passenger seat.
royal.
b e a c h
kelly. texting (probably ryan). breakfast.
hOTEL.
driving into the fog.
coastal.
me. kelly. blurry.
g o o d b y e
:)
san clemente. train stop.
p i z z a > > by the slice.
cool.
-k

lose

fake
like the
air conditioned
weather
inside this house
so i take
a book
and
some tea
and
step out into
the heat,
and for once,
i prefer the
late afternoon
sun
to beat down
on my face,
then on my
bare feet.
cause it's real
you know...
REAL,
and
out of my
control,
like something
too
heavy to hold
that i
eventually
have
to let go.
so,
fuck it,
i'll let go,
then i wont
have anything
to prove
anymore.
i lose
lose
lose
lose
cause god knows
(and now
everybody knows)
that
i'm so
w e a k,
for y o u . . .

Never Stay Gone

new new new song! another garage band masterpiece...ha! listen here...
http://www.myspace.com/kaylaschureman

-kayla :)

SundayStudio

woke up early this morning to go to the airport, came back home and decided to edit some pics from yesterdays recording session...just a few. back to bed now?

the kit. shadows.


-e.p.


the nord electro 2! angel.


more drums. more shadows.


"he prays but he's sure that the angels never swim in the ohio..."


-kayla

pup

:)

styrofoam dream

this is where i wait,
right here
in the waiting room,
where there is
stale coffee to enjoy
in little white cups
eight ounces high,
but i only fill mine
six or maybe five,
to leave room for
processed cream
that i stir around
slowly
until i complete this
styrofoam dream.
three sips in
and i think of you,
then of me
and my ghost-like
personality;
see-thru and
prone to vanishing,
but i'm here now,
clockwatching
with a lonesome stare,
legs crossed
in an empty chair
put there
for someone who
doesn't care
if they're lonely,
like me.
maybe i sit here,
and you can't even see me?
but don't you wonder
who drinks all the coffee?
or who admires
everything you do
like you're someone holy?

-kayla