I FEEL...

I feel so much.. Urge. Desire. Joy. Frenzy. Pain. Beauty. Silence. ..........................................I write
© Sriya Coomer (P) 2008
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Saturday, March 31, 2007

Austere

I want you
I want all
I want peace
I want you to leave

I want to fly
I want to smile again
I want to be happy
I want you to stop loving me

I want to scream
I want to cry
I want to alleviate
I want ME.
I want you to find somewhere else to sleep tonight.

I want to breathe
I want to laugh,out loud
I want to dance
I want to hold you
I want to be closer than you think
I want you…
I want you to take your things and go now.

-And let the pictures be.




-Sriya Coomer

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Our songs II


Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Richer


Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and
I will wear that dress

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift up your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me

Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me upon it's hanging tire
Bring, bring,bring your flowered hat
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me

Our Songs


Better Together - Jack Johnson




There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing
But I can try for your heart
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things
Like a, shoebox of photographs
With sepiatone loving
Love is the answer,
At least for most of the questions in my heart
Like why are we here?
And where do we go?
And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and
Sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing it's always better when we're together.


It's always better when we're together
Yeah, we'll look at the stars when we're together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, it's always better when we're together.


And all of these moments
Just might find their way into my dreams tonight
But I know that they'll be gone
When the morning light sings
And brings new things
For tomorrow night you see
That they'll be gone too
Too many things I have to do
But if all of these dreams might find their way
Into my day to day scene
I'd be under the impression
I was somewhere in between
With only two
Just me and you
Not so many things we got to do
Or places we got to be
We'll Sit beneath the mango tree now.


It's always better when we're together
Mmmm, we're somewhere in between together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, it's always better when we're together.


I believe in memories
They look so, so pretty when I sleep
Hey now, and when I wake up,
You look so pretty sleeping next to me
But there is not enough time,
And there is no, no song I could sing
And there is no, combination of words I could say
But I will still tell you one thing
We're better together.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

She


So here you are now
Naked.
Your walls broken down.
Taken.
So how u feeling?
Is Karma catching up yet?
You broke her heart
Now ‘She’ rips yours apart.


Oh,there you are
Everything you believed in,
Everything you taught yourself to be,
Crashing .
In front of your façade efficiency;
Is karma catching up yet??
Are those tears I see.
Are those tears of …rejection after pretend-love?
Does this sound familiar yet , boy?


Is that you…in the corner?
Are you hiding?
Trying to do a great job as always
Of concealing
The hurt and the disgust
Do you feel like a fool??
I think Karma’s catching up now.


Does it hurt now?
All your defences broken.
And all your veiled strength
In pieces on your empty bed.
So how you feelin now?
Does ‘Her’ smell intoxicate your mind?
Do you wake up thinking ‘She’ might be holding you now?
While the other you pained sleeps lonely at night?
Is Karma catching up now?


U didn’t think ‘She’ loved you , did you?
Like the one who actually did?
Is it embarrassing enough …
Shameful enough now
To have fallen in Love
For the first time now??
And are you lonely now?
Despite being surrounded by concerned friends??
I think Karma’s doing a brilliant job.


..And you said you didn’t believe in Karma.



-Sriya Coomer-"She"

Monday, March 19, 2007

Just Perfect


I'm sorry it's not enough

I'm sorry we're too proud.

I'm sorry we're always screaming.

I'm sorry you drive me up the wall.

I'm sorry I'm always caught in the middle of every day insignificance.


I'm sorry you think you can't speak your mind.

I'm sorry I always have to.

I'm sorry I sometimes cry.

I'm sorry you don't.

I'm sorry you think things have changed.

I'm sorry I think they haven't.

I'm sorry for giving up so easily.

I'm sorry you don't try hard enough.


I'm sorry I'm not great.

I'm sorry you don't understand.

I'm sorry I walk away.

I'm sorry you said those words.

I'm sorry we're like a sad love song now.

I'm sorry this is not the way it's supposed to be.


I'm sorry I'm hurting.

I'm sorry you are too.



But I know there shall be no one else's hand to hold in mine

And I know there can be no other who could make you feel the way I make you feel.

..there can be no other who can feel my soul in the dark...the way you do.


AND I'm not sorry

for wanting YOU

..to touch me

to love me

to hold me

to kiss these very tears i claim i do NOT cry for you.

... I'm not sorry

for our love.



And I'm SO not sorry

to believe in our 'imperfection'.







-Sriya Coomer

March 19th,3:46PM

Saturday, March 17, 2007

I'm Going To Kill You

I'm going to kill you.

I'm going to rip your heart out.Mince it into little animal shapes,immerse the extricated parts into the slime of your frothing pain.Burn your insinuations to charcoal.

Break your head open.Fork out the grey matter and flatten your convulations with the back of my blunt shovel.

I'm going to cut open your pretty veins and juice out the superior blood from you.And then I'm going to adjust the varied insertions to make you prettier.

I'm going to poke your left eye out and leave it hanging from the socket-until the massacred white of your eye makes your vision like that of a wandering,incessantly raped concubine's.

I'm going to shave your hair off.Graphiti-in technicolour - ah the nakedness of your skull in place of your moderately nice hair.

I'm going to clip your whole nails out.Butcher every inch of your body.

I'm going to castrate you. And more.

I'm going to leave you lying there on the dainty marble floor.

I'm going to fuckin kill you.

And then.I'm going to give you life.




-Sriya Coomer

17th March..10:09 PM.

Only You

When you're with me,
There's nothing I could long for more
Than the mere truth of you
With me here.


Reveling in your presence,
Each moment is like a lifetime
-of never ending lifetimes;
Your every breath
Enlightening my very existence,
I yearn for your touch
Of life -that you stir in me;
The acceptance you've made me feel
And believe.


You've travelled beyond my skin
-across my mind,
Reaching through my heart
And touched my soul,
You've made me *real*.





-Sriya Coomer