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When anger flames
And fault is mine
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Our eyes meet
Over the top
by shadowfax22
18 lines, 2 comments,
on Jan 24 1:03 AM 2008
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There’s no resolution
There’s no question being asked
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visions of the molten future are barely accessible when she wakes
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You come and go
and I stay- here
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It’s September again,
the moment you walk into the room.
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for what its worth... really random short poem
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Swirling darkness.
Sudden drafts sweep
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is sticky
with the fermented syrup of obsession.
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Words seem to have run out for her
It’s the feeling she craves-
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The past is past and cannot live again / But memories hold fast and won’t depart / Oh how I wish to keep what I had then / Those days when I was hardly come of ten / Do call to me and cause an aching heart / Th
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I have to break out- / Run through the open gate / Down the street / And off into the sunset. / ‘Cause there’s no prince charming waiting h
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Wouldn’t turn back the clock / and try to get out / Wouldn’t try and unweave / this intricate pattern we’ve made / because I’d rather have you love me / your own way / than never have learned to love you at all
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Single beams on the highway / Where are we going anyway? / Stale heat and hot breeze on my neck / Out on this open road / Arms around you / As you drive / Deep into the night / The roar of the bike seeming like
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Finding the story, finding the song / Never the easy part / though the heart can’t help singing when you’re around / Don’t know how to put it into words / Too rich to speak / Dark chocolate on my tongue / Washing
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For you I’ll let myself fall Let go of it all and fall
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The highs are so high
the lows are so low
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Breeze slashes the long grass biting at the ankles
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I am not agnostic but if I were I might say this...
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Clicking zippers and buttons against the dryer walls
A constant thrum of busy machinery
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Orange Cheez-It crumbs fall off my lap onto the industrial grey floor
The spectacle playing out before me catches my eye
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The opalescent patterns
Of January snowflakes
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Her world comes alive at night,
Illuminated by the pale glow
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Three little girls across the street
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Cool handle grasped in her hand, she beats.
He doesn’t know the eggs he eats every morning are her revenge.
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Cold as the frost on my seventh shot
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For even as we climb to take our place in the academic hierarchy,
We are dragged down in private by visions of our future selves.
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They would stake my heart on a cross
So much for hospitality
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She acted like an angel when sitting down to tea
But cross her when she was alone, she’d kill you in your sleep.
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With you I am safe from the rain.
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A woman isn’t real if she has to advertise,
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Little child-hands pressed against the glass
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There is something eternally beautiful in that which is lethal.
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Cool handle grasped in her hand, she beats.
He doesn’t know the eggs he eats every morning are her revenge.
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