Friday, January 21, 2011

coffee on friday morning

hey there
happy to see you again!
i am enjoying a cup of coffee on friday morning
tell me you have a similar routine
one that's familiar
in a warming kind of way.

considering these posts
can be compared to a digital diary
i want to let you in on a secret:
i sip down six.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

back to december

I'm so glad you made time to see me
How's life, tell me how's your family
I haven't seen them in a while
You've been good, busier than ever
We small talk, work and the weather
Your guard is up and I know why

'Cause the last time you saw me
'Twas still burned in the back of your mind
You gave me roses and I left them there to die

So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night
And I'd go back to December all the time
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing that I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright
I go back to December all the time

These days I haven't been sleeping
Staying up playing back myself leaving
When your birthday passed and I didn't call
And I think about summer, all the beautiful times
I watched you laughing from the passenger side and
Realized I loved you in the fall
And then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind
You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye

So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night
And I'd go back to December all the time
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing that I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind
I go back to December all the time

I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile, so good to me, so right
And how you held me in your arms that September night,
The first time you ever saw me cry
Maybe this is wishful thinking
Probably mindless dreaming
If we loved again I swear I'd love you right

I'd go back in time and change it but I can't
So if the chain is on your door, I understand

But this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night
And I'd go back to December
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing that I'd realized what I had when you were mine and
I go back to December, turn around and make it alright and
I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind and
I go back to December all the time

taylor swift

Monday, January 10, 2011

my crimson indigo sky.

stepping through the dark chocolate stillness
i walk into this peaceful, secret place
to behold
my indigo sky.

piece by piece by piece by piece
the night falls
i catch it on my tongue
like snowflakes outside of the library when i was young.

it tastes of dreams and first-star-i-see-tonight wishes.
children make so many wishes and dreams.
we should make so many wishes and dreams.

see now
there's the moon
fading back
as the sun steps into her light.

a steady stream of hope peaks knowingly from its depths
patience holds me in my step
i sink into the air.

my mind climbs invisible trees
to grow closer.
i earn the first glance and the promise of day.
i witness
my crimson sky.



------
by Laura Catherine Cecily
September 2010

sprinkles bring out the taste of happy.