| dream of the ones
who swirl around your head
some maybe closer to your thoughts
than you know
their names and faces
will be the dark sleep
that gently washes you to sea
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| twenty.
my new year has begun. |
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| oh you lightning.
oh you thunder.
your fingernails tapping on my window to be let in
the way your voice makes the roof tremble
doesn't change my countenance
besides
i feel like staying dry tonight
under the glow of an old lampshade
the words of my heart
and the fingernails tapping on my keyboard |
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| invocation..
achoo!
i..
oh you facebook beauties
and you myspace cuties
i haven't enough ways
to keep up with you
starry starry eyed
and loneliness like a knife
sends a gash through the skies
and everytime we get close
i can't seem to shake off
the feeling that i never wanted it in the first place
ii..
talk back at the ocean
talk back and perhaps i'll be around
to listen.
epilogue..
no more one year hiatuses.
and is it too late to make new year's resolutions? |
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| turns over in bed
wakes up next to a different sound coming from the alarm
wakes up and it's a new colored day outside his window
his head filled with hangover
and hang on
and come over
and thoughts that stick to his brain like silly putty
this is silly he says to his walls
what was i thinking
he can't remember
but, ah, the sunshine!
ah the songs about euphoria!
ah the lies!
as he lies back in bed
and falls asleep, eyes
open
the ceiling is still
outside there's a chill
taking away color from the trees
like a slowly draining spill |
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