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Hi. I'm Kavalier Calm. I write songs and poems inspired by the people I meet on the internet. Ask, and I’ll write something for you. Really.
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  • Our body listens to our heart to survive. Our heart listens to music to survive.

    I know I’ve said it before, but seriously: forget my poems, ladies; marry me for my sandwich making. If I took you home and made you a sandwich, you’d propose to me.

    I recently met Jessica, and she told me about her blog Hashtag Hearts where she posts couples’ love stories. We agreed it would be fun if I wrote songs about some of the stories, and Virginia and Forrest’s definitely jumped out at me. Virginia sees their meeting as fate, and I can’t help but agree that a bunch of small things had to happen just right for them to ever meet. Everyone’s love story is like that, and that’s what makes love so special. I was thinking about how special this is, and this little song just plopped out of my head. The lyrics are built around the concept of fate, and I included small details from their story like the “hurdle” the heart jumps (because Virginia is a track and field athlete) and the metaphor about an island at sea (because they met at a beach). I hope you enjoy it, friends. Free downloads of this song are on my Bandcamp page here. If you like my work, please like my musicians page on Facebook and send me a message about it. Much, much love! — Kavalier

         Fate

    I don’t know who to thank for meeting you.
    Lots of small moments added up to make us two.
    Somehow it feels like it was always meant to be.
    That’s why if you look up “fate” in the dictionary, you’ll see:
    you and me.

    We grew up thousands of miles apart,
    each and every one a hurdle for the heart.
    But some magic magnet pulled you to me.
    CHORUS

    I was just a tiny island in the sea,
    prepared to live the long life of the lonely.
    But of all the shores, you washed up on my beach.
    CHORUS

    So this lady who’s always at the bus stop with wild, never-been-cut gray hair and worn out clothes, who constantly mumble-screams at herself or nothing, was late to the bus, and she was running down the sidewalk, and I yelled, “I’ll ask the driver to wait!” He did wait, and when she boarded the bus, she met my eye and lucidly said, “Thank you. I thought I was going to miss it.” File under: Don’t judge a book by its cover.

    Me: I'm fragile like a vase.
    You: And I'm fragile like a flower.
    Me: ...Well, at least we look good together.

    For Kali, from #kavaliercalm. #poetry #poem #poet #writing #love #vase #caretoomuch

    I just wanted to say that I love your writing. I'm a big fan of yours.

    Thank you, thank you. Please tell your friends about my work. And your mom. I like moms.

    I just woke up around 3am in the morning and it's now approaching 4am and I was minding my own business. Suddenly out of nowhere I remembered how last year on the 12th of July I met up with a person from the male species that I had not seen in two years. The reason I met up with him is because I liked him at the time and he did not know at the time. It was not until after I met him I told him but he's with his new girlfriend. He's been with her for quite a long time and idk why it bothers me?

    Asked by Anonymous

    That heart wants what it can’t have. But it doesn’t want him; your brain wants him—for a mess of complicated reasons like hormones, attachment to the known-entity, etc. What your heart wants is companionship. So find someone else. Once your heart is happy, it’ll slowly bring your brain around to its side—and for the same mess of complicated reasons, your whole body will love this new person, and all but forget the old one.

    Pendulum

    We live in the extremes.
    Our pendulum swings
    fast, then holds in place
    high on one side or the other
    defying gravity,
    defying me
    and what I’ve learnt of love.
    When it’s good,
    it’s good.
    Like black and white’s white.
    There’s not one ounce of gray
    in my raw desire to be with you,
    of you,
    for you.
    When it’s bad,
    it’s a nightmare.
    Like a captive in a dream,
    I forget that waking is a thing,
    I forget that we’ll ever escape.

    Would we have our pendulum swing differently if it could?
    Do we want to live closer to the ground?
    To spend more time making paths in the sand?
    Let’s keep our life in the clouds,
    white like pillows or black with storms,
    because our passion is of the heavens
    even if some days
    it feels of hell.

        — from Kavalier Calm, for someone who wished to remain unnamed. Listen/watch me read it here because inflection is important (and please Like it if you do).

    For @hipsterphotosofbirds from #kavaliercalm. #poetry #poem #writing #love #escape #bird #cage #bemine

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