tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73997646268713858142011-06-01T22:58:38.953-07:00isabella drakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764590226145192306noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399764626871385814.post-71406438051744060442011-06-01T22:57:00.001-07:002011-06-01T22:58:38.966-07:00like the sun chases the moon<br />my one love is on the move<br />i need the ocean salted and you<br /><br />will you wash my hair?<br />will you wash my hair?<br />will you wash my hair<br />and bathe me?<br /><br />we were 200 in a tie<br />you bring the napa cab<br />i will pour my glass<br />and drink to our past<br />the day you made love<br />and the year that we laughed<br />and the time i left<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399764626871385814-7140643805174406044?l=isabelladrake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabella drakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764590226145192306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399764626871385814.post-67873764575414803202011-05-26T02:51:00.001-07:002011-05-26T02:52:48.272-07:00why do i see you pass through my thoughts<br />smiling with brown hair, but no it was blonde<br /><br />i long for your sound, whisper in my ear<br />i felt a breath, so sudden and near<br /><br />i found you alone in my thoughts<br />gasping for air and holding too long<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399764626871385814-6787376457541480320?l=isabelladrake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabella drakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764590226145192306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399764626871385814.post-4031081471342436402011-05-06T16:05:00.003-07:002011-05-06T16:10:44.866-07:00Everybody's chasing someone<br />I'm chasing someone too<br />I'm pulling up around the corner<br />And coming after you<br /><br />Watching ballerinas<br />Dance on a backlit stage<br />You let me down easy<br />I'm trying to save face<br /><br />Words are Pilate from your mouth<br />Driven from somewhere within<br />You had to force me out<br />When I was sinking in<br /><br />Everybody's chasing someone<br />I wanna be chased too<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399764626871385814-403108147134243640?l=isabelladrake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabella drakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764590226145192306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399764626871385814.post-14616728917685128272011-04-24T17:22:00.005-07:002011-04-24T17:46:38.006-07:00lately it has been difficult to not want to write with a spoken word cadence; i still think that that cadence is hard to read as well as it is to hear it said. these last few have been written with specific melodies in mind, as though they were written to music that exists only in my head or in a rudimentary guitar chord progression.<br /><br />i called you on the phone to let you know<br />i'm leaving, i left you alone<br /><br />i see your car everywhere i go<br />i can hear your voice, i can see your show<br /><br />i thought that i was in the right<br /><br />call on me and we'll have a seat<br />pull up a chair, and bring the tea.<br /><br />just give me time<br />i know i am right<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399764626871385814-1461672891768512827?l=isabelladrake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabella drakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764590226145192306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399764626871385814.post-15817396737356815032011-04-19T17:00:00.001-07:002011-04-19T17:01:53.006-07:00with water cold above our feet<br />I reached for the sun but it was out of reach<br />stand on my shoulders and grab for the sky<br /><br />I am slowly sinking in<br />I cup my hands so you can drink from it<br />wet your lips and then do mine<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399764626871385814-1581739673735681503?l=isabelladrake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabella drakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764590226145192306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399764626871385814.post-89196699315087940032011-04-18T08:10:00.002-07:002011-04-18T08:11:00.013-07:00we kissed in the summer sand<br />you grabbed my hand with your left hand<br /><br />you took my shirt and wore it to sleep<br />you said you wanted to smell like me<br />with your knees inside my knees<br />as we laid on that summer beach<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399764626871385814-8919669931508794003?l=isabelladrake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabella drakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764590226145192306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399764626871385814.post-19415619165157075312011-03-21T18:28:00.001-07:002011-03-21T18:30:04.766-07:00Somehow, I lost access to my old domain name (isabelladrake.blogspot.com) and all editing privileges and it has taken me lots of password hacking to get back to this account. This is based off some old stuff with some edited perspectives to reflect current times<br /><br />waking up with my heart still asleep<br />I am empty where you used to be<br /><br />For a thought I twirled<br />a mental pirouette<br />making up things that did not exist<br /><br />My shape dissolved<br />between the song of a girl<br />and the glow of her curls<br /><br />I miss the trees that lined<br />my memories<br />branches in branches<br />as the leaves wave beneath<br /><br />I'm gonna make this last<br />I swear I'm coming back.<br />Home.<br />Or I'm bringing me down!<br />By holding myself up<br />collapsed in a tree<br />with a branch above me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399764626871385814-1941561916515707531?l=isabelladrake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabella drakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764590226145192306noreply@blogger.com0