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Strength of the Absurd
"you grabbed my heart and touched my hand,
and there we'd go, throwing ourselves -
all heart, two hands, no head -
through skies and stars, and all the little things
i thought i'd left in second grade.
it was escaping. it was scary, it was healthy, it was safe.
and only when we ran away did we finally find our home.
between words and glimpses, impromptu dances
and almost-not-quite brushes with our fate,
we lived in coffee-stained thought castles,
playing house in a future we couldn't quite create.
we were fast and foolish then; passing skyscrapers of tension
with windows we still might leap through if given a second chance.
on our way to nowhere with somewhere certain as our goal,
suddenly, our destination changed.
they've kept us alive, kept us sane
and left us somewhere inbetween the now and then . . .
these cigarette burn memories.
they're just scars of scores of moments
we've stacked up on the dusty shelf,
with a note carefully labeled
"october: must remember to forget.""
(- a random person) | | |
| "I lie awake in the middle of the night again
I try to make some sense of it all rushing in
There's so much I feel within this heart of mine
I well up inside and my eyes they overflow
For I know it is grace The look of love in the shape of your face I have known
It speaks of this deep sacrifice you have shown
And the wonder of it all is I didn't deserve this
I couldn't have planned it so right
And so my eyes they overflow
Let it rain, let it pour, let it go
For I know this, yes I know
It is grace And the hungering heart seeks for its place and a home
And it may tear you apart
When you see what this grace here has done
Fly, fly all you burdens, go fly away
It's here I remain
Under the grace, the grace It seems there is so little time to make amends here
If not for you, well, then I'm without a friend here
And the hungering heart seeks for its place and a home I lie wake in the middle of the night again
Again" | | |
| "the air was all dust and not so untamed
the ground opened up and swallowed all of the rain
and it swallowed you too into distance unknown
as they sat down for dinner they waited for you to get home
yeah, they set a place for you.
so don't believe everything you read in that diary of yours
and this nervousness, it isn't all your fault
its just these shaking hands won't do what i want...them to
and i've tried to guess what it is that you thought about
that act act of contrition that rolled off our tongues as you left
what are you crying for?
just dust my heart and you will find
there are no fingers printed there
just the untouched place that lies inside
of every lonely boy tonight.
and all of this open air has caused me to choke
on your new found hope for me."
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| what if I posted....?
"This is the first day of my life
I swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain suddenly everything changed
They're spreading blankets on the beach
Yours is the first face that I saw
I think I was blind before I met you
Now I don’t know where I am
I don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I want to go
And so I thought I’d let you know
That these things take forever
I especially am slow
But I realize that I need you
And I wondered if I could come home
Remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning
And I thought it was strange you said everything changed
You felt as if you had just woke up
And you said “this is the first day of my life
I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you
But now I don’t care I could go anywhere with you
And I’d probably be happy”
So if you want to be with me
With these things there’s no telling
We just have to wait and see
But I’d rather be working for a paycheck
Than waiting to win the lottery
Besides maybe this time is different
I mean I really think you like me" | | |
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