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When We’re Done, I’m Done

When we’re done, I’m done —
Giving up won’t be fun,
But it’s easier than convincing myself that you’re not the one.
There’ll be nothing left for you but breaking into a run,
So stick a fork in me, dear, ‘cause when we’re done, I’m done.

When you’re gone, I’m gone —
I’ve been hanging upon
Someone little bit committal and a little bit non.
There’ll be nothing left of me to look nostalgically on,
So don’t look back when you go, ‘cause when you go, I’m gone.

When we’re through, I’m through —
For I haven’t a clue
How I’d cast you from my mind and look for somebody new.
But there’s something tells us both that day is long overdue…
Just call a hearse when you’re through, ‘cause when we’re through, I’m through.

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Tell Me Pretty Things

I’m just a little lonesome —
Tell me pretty things.
Tell me that you’ve missed me
Through all my wanderings,
Say you loved my roses,
Say you had them dried,
Say you couldn’t leave me
If you tried.

I don’t know where I’m headed —
Tell me pretty things.
Sigh them sostenuto
Like a lover sings,
Say the spreading sunset
Darkened like the day
You said, “I’ll never leave you,
Come what may.”

Don’t make this any harder —
Tell me pretty things.
Tell me what the past holds
Is what the future brings,
Swear that you’ll be faithless,
Swear you won’t be true,
Swear to me you’ll leave him
Lonesome too.

(audio: as read by the author)

Tell Me Pretty Things

I’m just a little lonesome —
Tell me pretty things.
Tell me that you’ve missed me
Through all my wanderings,
Say you loved my roses,
Say you had them dried,
Say you couldn’t leave me
If you tried.

I don’t know where I’m headed —
Tell me pretty things.
Sigh them sostenuto
Like a lover sings,
Say the spreading sunset
Darkened like the day
You said, “I’ll never leave you,
Come what may.”

Don’t make this any harder —
Tell me pretty things.
Tell me what the past holds
Is what the future brings,
Swear that you’ll be faithless,
Swear you won’t be true,
Swear to me you’ll leave him
Lonesome too.

I’m always hunting for the perfect word. When I find it I’ll shoot it with an elephant gun and mount its prefix over my mantle.

I love subtlety and nuance, except from other people.

note to self: elegiac mood != too many commas

(You may see the result of this experiment. You may not.)

I have written a page.

It is an awesome, awestriking page. It is a page to be proud of. It is a page to sing the praises of. It is a page to go down in the pages of history, if you’ll permit me (in the annals of history, if you won’t). It is a page to gaze at and say admiringly, “By God, there’s a page! By God, those were the days when men knew how to write pages!” It is a page not to be surpassed, nay, not even to be equalled. It is a page from which to remove so much as a punctuation mark would be entirely unforgivable. It is a page to which to add a word would be a disgrace upon humanity, much less three more pages.

I’m not teachin’ to inspire, I won’t reach into the fire, I’m just preachin’ to the choir, something something last line.

(Creative genius at work, folks. Actually, this is one of the many ideas that popped up while I was working on rhyming stuff I actually plan to finish, possibly. It’s not good enough, in my opinion, to write an entire composition around, so I’m sacrificing it for a status.)

Dept. of creative writing application letters I send that sound like me: “…even though I’m trying to be funny, I take funny very seriously…”

Please God someone talk me out of this creative writing application.

[Re: my last status]

  • Brian: very unnerving to realize it scans dactylically.
  • Chelsea: read that. :p
  • Brian: ...
  • There's something wrong with me.

Nearin’ the end of my week or my tether. Rather excited to see which comes first. (edited to note: apparently I think in dactyls now)