Monday, February 28, 2011
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Friday, February 25, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
this is the way
this winter
i am grinning through my teeth
my dream deserved
this is my chance to love everything
i believe in my world
it's easy
everything is shaped like me
i listen to my days talk
mistakes are allowed
i don't have to be good
i get to be honest
like a knife against a plate
my shadow
my consequences
it left me with the most curious wound
today shines like a new moon
music explodes out of itself
i am sticking to what is familiar
i am humming
rolling rounds of thunder
i hear questions
it sounds like gunfire
only a few ever make it through the impossible gates
my heart shakes like fire
through my delicate woods
i noticed enough
i hold still
and relax in the thickness of honey
this never grew easy
but at last i grew peaceful
all winter
in this uncertain dream
-bridget weiser
i am grinning through my teeth
my dream deserved
this is my chance to love everything
i believe in my world
it's easy
everything is shaped like me
i listen to my days talk
mistakes are allowed
i don't have to be good
i get to be honest
like a knife against a plate
my shadow
my consequences
it left me with the most curious wound
today shines like a new moon
music explodes out of itself
i am sticking to what is familiar
i am humming
rolling rounds of thunder
i hear questions
it sounds like gunfire
only a few ever make it through the impossible gates
my heart shakes like fire
through my delicate woods
i noticed enough
i hold still
and relax in the thickness of honey
this never grew easy
but at last i grew peaceful
all winter
in this uncertain dream
-bridget weiser
Monday, February 21, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Electric Blue
just here
in my restless imagination
i see the entire world differently
like it was just born
vast and wild
i see fires
i feel the skin of my ideas
colors are in between us
i see him when i see myself
our story looks the same
i kneel before this wonderful pain
honoring my feelings
i surrender
up into the rafters of baked clouds
i ascend
into this like a fool
i drift
into the poets smoke
my hands parted before my lips
my words in their marbles
spinning in place
my pen is loaded
this dream
why not
faceless and slow
why not
i am dizzy
smiling in a riddle of us
new meanings
theses are new days
whatever this is holds me to my pen
sort of hidden
sort of obvious
it's right to enjoy this
nothing early
nothing late
-Bridget Weiser
in my restless imagination
i see the entire world differently
like it was just born
vast and wild
i see fires
i feel the skin of my ideas
colors are in between us
i see him when i see myself
our story looks the same
i kneel before this wonderful pain
honoring my feelings
i surrender
up into the rafters of baked clouds
i ascend
into this like a fool
i drift
into the poets smoke
my hands parted before my lips
my words in their marbles
spinning in place
my pen is loaded
this dream
why not
faceless and slow
why not
i am dizzy
smiling in a riddle of us
new meanings
theses are new days
whatever this is holds me to my pen
sort of hidden
sort of obvious
it's right to enjoy this
nothing early
nothing late
-Bridget Weiser
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
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