Repost: How I Go by Yellowcard

I could tell you the wildest of tales

My friend, the giant and traveling sales

Tell you all the times that I failed

The years all behind me the stories exhaled

And I'm drying out

Crying out

This isn't how I go

I could tell you of a man not so tall

Who said life's a circus and so we are small

Tell you of a girl that I saw

I froze in the moment and she changed it all

And I'm drying out, crying out

This isn't how I go

Hurry now, lay me down

And let these waters flow, flow

Son, I am not everything

You thought that I would be

But every story I have told

Is part of me

You keep the air in my lungs

Floating along as a melody comes

And my heart beats like Timpani drums

Keeping the time while a symphony strums

And I'm drying out, crying out

This isn't how I go

Hurry now, lay me down

And let these waters flow, flow

Let it flow, let it flow

Son, I am not everything

You thought that I would be

But every story I have told

Is part of me

Son, I leave you now

But you have so much more to do

And every story I have told

Is part of you

Repost: Having a Coke with You by Frank O’Hara

Having a Coke with You is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne

Or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona

Partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian

Partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt

Partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches

Partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary

It is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still

As solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it

In the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth

Between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

And the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint

You suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world

Except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick

Which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time

And the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism

Just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or

At a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me

And what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them

When they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank

Or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully as the horse

It seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience

Which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it

That You Love Me As Well

When I’m staring at the moon light

In the dark night along with the pole stars

I feel like whole of my life is longing

To meet the half part of my lovely soul and heart

Now I’m just getting it into my head

That’s you are all that I’ve had

But all that I could get

It’s hard for you to say

The three magic spells

That you love me as well

Coming from the Same Past

I’ve been waiting for so long

I’ve been searching all alone

Just to be with you

With some broken hearts and tears

With sadness and miseries

I know one day I’ll find you

Thousand paths to take

Thousand lost to face

Finally I meet you

Many gates I’ve entered

Many doors that have been closed

To lead me close to you

Now I’ve found you love

Now you’ve found me love

Now we have found who to trust

You just stole my heart 

When you say my name

And all sadness goes away

Thousand miles that break us

Thousands time that had passed

That don’t even bother us

Coz we’re coming from the same past

I’ve been waiting for so long

I’ve been searching all alone

With some broken hearts and tears

With sadness and miseries

Thousand paths to take

Thousand lost to face

Finally I meet you

Many gates I’ve entered

Many doors that have been closed

To lead me close to you

Traveling to the Past

Traveling to the past…

Is either like happy seeing an old friend

And happy dragging him to his end

Traveling to the past…

Will bring you a good story to tell

And will give you the memory to expel

Traveling to the past…

Kind of dim to light on

Or film to burn on

Traveling to the past…

Likes the two-sided coin 

Undivided until the last