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I wonder what I’m doing Heather Poland.   Leave a comment

That’s not really true. I may not know what I’m doing, but I don’t wonder what I’m doing either.

I’d say something, but there’s nothing to say. Maybe some other day.

Posted August 7, 2012 by heathersnothome in Uncategorized

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You know what’s scary Heather Poland?   Leave a comment

Buttermilk

No. Not really. You know, I don’t even remember where that came from. Just random I guess. I’ve always been a fan of randomness.

I knew someone who said she admired me because I was so focused. I have no idea what would make anyone think that. My mind is usually pretty scattered. Random scattered thoughts are what I am. The only focus my mind has is you. That’s not really focus though. more like harmless obsession.

Posted June 5, 2011 by heathersnothome in Uncategorized

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Hey Heather, it never was dirty.   Leave a comment

But the worms really do eat into my brain.

Hey Heather, out there in the cold [The kind of cold you feel even on the warmest day]
Getting lonely, getting old [I hope you aren’t lonely and I don’t feel old]
Can you feel me? [Of course you can. I will always be there]
Hey Heather, standing in the aisles [Comment removed for reasons that should be pretty clear]
With itchy feet and fading smiles [Yeah you see where this is going right?]
Can you feel me? [Did my presence ever leave?]
Hey Heather, don’t help them to bury the light [You still need it]
Don’t give in without a fight. [Just be careful where you swing]

Hey Heather, out there on your own [What’s that they say about being alone in a crowded room?]
Sitting naked by the phone [You know now that it’s not dirty – right?]
Would you touch me? [Think a thought and touch my mind]
Hey Heather with you ear against the wall [Maybe the other side of the wall my ear is against]
Waiting for someone to call out [Can you hear me?]
Would you touch me? [Careful though – I might shatter]
Hey Heather, would you help me to carry the stone? [I wrote a little story about a stone once. I wonder if it was about you]
Open your heart, I’m coming home. [I’ve been lost for way too long]

But it was only fantasy. [Reality isn’t so real anyway]
The wall was too high, [Quantum physics suggests that sometimes if the wall is too high you can just appear on the other side]
As you can see. [Of course you can see right through the wall anyway]
No matter how he tried, [Nothing would have helped – but doing nothing is impossible]
He could not break free. [Destined to stand outside and watch]
And the worms ate into his brain. [And here we are…]

Hey Heather, out there on the road [Got a map?]
Always doing what you’re told, [Disobey]
Can you help me? [No one else can]
Hey Heather, out there beyond the wall, [Way over there and somehow still right beside me]
Breaking bottles in the hall, [I find the sound comforting]
Can you help me? [Before I disappear]
Hey Heather, don’t tell me there’s no hope at all [I pushed away my only real desire in life – you know what I want]
Together we stand, divided we fall. [THUD(thud)]

I think what he’s trying to say is that Heather Poland has been on my mind for some part of every day for most of my life.

Posted May 6, 2011 by heathersnothome in Uncategorized

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