Like A Book

like a book

worn leather

that's binding your words

like skin

holding in

your heart

your thoughts laid out

i can see what you're about

i can read you

like a book

one that's been forgotten

on a tall, tall shelf

so dusty, but i love that smell

don't worry

i won't fold your pages

or tear them out

i won't write on your precious parchment

i won't forget about you

i'll dust you off

and keep you safe

so your heart

doesn't wear out

like a book

one that's been forgotten

on a tall, tall shelf

so dusty, but i love that smell

worn leather

that's binding your words

like skin

holding in

your heart

your thoughts laid out

i can see what you're about

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by: chrissie e. pietrowski (C) 2010

11.23.2010

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Editor's note: I'm thinking about using these lyrics and arranging a vocal melody for this song that I wrote: http://soundcloud.com/embers-in-pompeii/a-freak-maybe-and-so-on-and-so-forth

i lie awake

i lie awake

i lie awake

on this air

filled bed

staring at your

dark brown

haired head

and i think to myself

how sweet it is

to be right here

escaping reality

abandoning all fear

i lie awake

in this air

filled bed

dreaming about

silly things

laughing upon awakening

and i think to myself

how sweet it is

to be right here

escaping reality

abandoning all fear

i lie awake

on this air

filled bed

staring at your

dark brown

haired head

and i think to myself

how sweet it is

to be right here

escaping reality

abandoning all fear

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by: chrissie e. pietrowski (C) 2010

11. 20. 2010

Oreo Ball

11.14.2010

It's been years since I've woken myself up from a dream by laughing. This was a lucid-ish dream. It was the most bizarre thing. I was at a bowling alley. And I was bowling by myself. The holes in the ball were not in regular formation where you put your middle and ring finger and thumb in the holes. Instead, you put your index finger, middle finger and thumb. And the holes weren't circular, they were square, but the ball was round and black. I realized that I was dreaming, so I grabbed the bowling ball. I thought to myself, "This bowling ball is really weird. But I want to try it out. So, I'm going to pick it up." As soon as I did pick it up, I was seeing things in 1st person view. All of a sudden, to my right, a holographic face showed up. It was someone special's face. Just their face, like a floating head. And this person was speaking in a monotone voice as I bowled. The person was telling me weird phrases that made no sense. I remembered the last phrase that he uttered was, "Oreo Ball", which lead me to laugh and then I laughed myself awake. This dream felt so real. And I knew I was dreaming, so I picked up the ball and that's where things went wacky!

Now, I'm inspired to write a song called Oreo Ball.

Just A Thought...

i think this is why we have children?

it was like yesterday that we were in our playpens, playing with our 1980s toys. now, we're running the world. carrying responsible jobs and children on our backs. don't you remember being a child in the 80s? my, how fast time flies. soon, we'll be wrinkly and silver-haired, watching our grandchildren go through the same cycle. although we keep aging and dying, we can watch as our legacies grow. we must tell them all our collected wisdom. for they will keep us alive long after we're gone.