all the more beautiful

I'm working on a poem right now, which I want to finish my indie poem book with. I'm probably going to make 30 or so rough copies to give away, whilst i continue putting time into it and writing.

so if you want a copy just let me know. here is what i have so far-

cups of coffee and college music on our backdeck,
I recorded this song beside a fire,
and old piece of wood from a broken fence,
a crackling loud background of orange flames.
I should have been more careful.

and a cold night, maybe tonight i'll walk you home.
awkward smiles and goodbyes. and
i want to stay up until unreasonable hours,
sharing some guitar and conversation,
some old tea i never got around too,
cold coffee on a quiet thursday night.

we make up our own weekends, out of fridays and occasional jazz music shows,
of nelson boschmans and lance odegaards.
of artsy movies and afterthoughts, the occasional awkward look,
i notice your looking in my eyes, wondering what i'm feeling.

and its a beautiful thing.
its a good life, this small space we share,
moments and mornings waking up feeling bad.
shows and friends on friday nights,
and road trips to vancouver. the simple life.
its the simple things in life that mean the most.

its the things you do when you think no one is watching
walking in crossed lines, singing in fields or by yourself at home.
lines with eyes that took pain, and broken nights to make.
those are what make life all the more beautiful.

Speaking of hanging out with college students / young adults, I'm stuck on this random band I stumbled across, that I am intrigued by for some unknown reason.

Edison Glass. There is this unspoken maturity about how this band does music, challenging the typical, dry and uninspiring pop-punk out there. i would call them unconventional. give these guys a listen.

lets get together this Christmas. and we can talk more about music. later.