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Maybe I thought that quietly leaving would calm
the urges to run back, to beg you, to tell you with
salt streaked eyes that I'm falling so out of control;
but this place is like vertigo and I've got nothing
to hold onto but the ruby fresh stains gracing my
hipbones and nostalgic faces, fading away.
Maybe I thought that closing my eyes when we
held each other would bind the memories together,
so every moment spent with you would become a
time engraved in my mind; but now it's all blurring
together into one warm sun-colored second in your
arms. Now, when I close my eyes, all I can think of is
the scent of cigarettes that last time you pressed against
me, and the feeling that time was finally running out.
Maybe I thought that losing myself to deep nights and
dark eyes and the arms of someone nothing like you
would free me from the image of you holding onto
her after I broke your heart; but with the echoes of
fireworks overhead and the faint tune of a song from
my childhood sliding through the crowd to find me
in shadowed corners, all I can think is that now we
can say that blue eyes have torn us both apart.
Maybe I thought that I could fix myself, but god,
I was wrong.
the urges to run back, to beg you, to tell you with
salt streaked eyes that I'm falling so out of control;
but this place is like vertigo and I've got nothing
to hold onto but the ruby fresh stains gracing my
hipbones and nostalgic faces, fading away.
Maybe I thought that closing my eyes when we
held each other would bind the memories together,
so every moment spent with you would become a
time engraved in my mind; but now it's all blurring
together into one warm sun-colored second in your
arms. Now, when I close my eyes, all I can think of is
the scent of cigarettes that last time you pressed against
me, and the feeling that time was finally running out.
Maybe I thought that losing myself to deep nights and
dark eyes and the arms of someone nothing like you
would free me from the image of you holding onto
her after I broke your heart; but with the echoes of
fireworks overhead and the faint tune of a song from
my childhood sliding through the crowd to find me
in shadowed corners, all I can think is that now we
can say that blue eyes have torn us both apart.
Maybe I thought that I could fix myself, but god,
I was wrong.
Literature
maybe
you were a
beautiful impossibility
a rose-colored illusion
delicious delusion
a fantasy
good enough to eat
I never thought
you'd stay
but I've learned
since your coming
that perhaps
I was wrong
Literature
Possibly, Maybe
Her eyes shone
As an ocean under
The brilliance of the moon
Set in milky white
Under auburn locks
He looked into those eyes
Hypnotized
Falling deeper;
Drowning in her sea
Captivated as the waters
Pulled and
Literature
Some Ways of Moving On
"You know everybody needs some time on their own,"
We all have our ways of dealing with pain,
Or moving on.......
Most of us cry our hearts out,
"A raging river rich with burning emotion"
And they drift away to new horizons on a ship with torn sails,
Some of us rot in their rooms,
Stuck with wild eyes for long hours,
Until it all fades away... Leaving them insane,
Some of us sleep into a narcotic dream,
Whilst they gently lose themselves vein by vein,
No more pain... their mothers lament for another loss,
Few of us sing the blues beneath an acid sun,
A droning tune of what's gone and what's been done,
But they never stop dreami
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Yeah, happy fourth of july.
I saw your man
A fast car and a dark sun tan
You said he's in a punk rock band
Well baby, punk rock's dead
Oh well.
And this is what happens when I don't edit my work before I submit it. OH WELL.
Ame I brought you things of an illegal nature from the UP; if the yoopers found out that I took them, they'd shoot me or set their dogs on me or something so feel loved man.
I saw your man
A fast car and a dark sun tan
You said he's in a punk rock band
Well baby, punk rock's dead
Oh well.
And this is what happens when I don't edit my work before I submit it. OH WELL.
Ame I brought you things of an illegal nature from the UP; if the yoopers found out that I took them, they'd shoot me or set their dogs on me or something so feel loved man.
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Ugh! I LOVE YOUR WORK!
stop being so good and making the rest of us look so bad >>
stop being so good and making the rest of us look so bad >>