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Stone-cold:it beginsIt's stone-cold
tells the drifting dreams
thwarting out reality--
watching birds in comatose,
somber excitement fills bones--
clasping clammy hands and holding grim
clutch the thoughts
like glass meadows of gold
a blank page--
in autumn's subtle
SilenceEvery time I breathe
Is another moment gone,
A time when you aren't with me;
I wait for it to pass.
I take a breath and breathe you in
Each passing moment moves me more,
I can be clean and perfect and pure
Or I can be the deadliest darkness,
Evilest being you've ever witnessed.
Now there's nothing left inside
But this empty static,
It's so cold
And I am numb.
I am thinking of you,
But the words just won't come;
A simple thought of you
And my world is gone.
My mind is numb
And I am dead inside;
Nothing else I can do
Except get lost in your eyes
And hope you'll be the one
To find me
I'll try to hide,
You'll find me there
And everything will work.
I am silent.
Can't talk to you,
Even though I try so hard
To think of even
The simplest thing to say
We are both without words
And I am dying here alone,
Crushed by the weight of your stare.
Inside I feel so guilty and afraid,
Outwardly emotions get in my way
And every time I try to talk to you,
I choke on my own fear.
I need you baby like i need a simileI need you baby like a daisy needs the sun
like a soldier needs his gun
like a cheetah needs a run
And I need you baby like an earthquake needs to shake
like a birthday needs a cake
like a pontoon needs a lake
And I need you baby like an addict needs his fix
like an athlete needs his kicks
like the rabbit needs his trix
And I need you baby like an eagle needs to fly
like a possum needs to die
like an airplane needs it's high
And I need you baby like a website needs its hit
like a smoker needs a quit
like a fat man needs a sit
And I need you baby like an island needs some shade
like a broker needs to trade
like a rich man needs his m
The Story Of Us - SimileLike my cellphone on vibrate in my front pocket -
my senses are buzzing
the very moment our eyes meet.
Like the crumbly date scones at work -
the world around us falls away
as our eyes probe each others faces.
Like my flatmate flicking my light switch in the morning -
my eyes blink rapidly
absorbing every part of you.
Like a washing-machine on it's final spin -
how my heart races
when you start to inch your way closer.
Like a plastic bag caught in the breeze -
my lip begins to tremble
when we're finnaly face to face.
Like rain trickling down my bedroom window -
a bead of cold sweat runs down my back
as you simply say, "Hey".
Like the way I clumsily trip up stairs -
my words are hard to find, so
all I do is smile.
Like hearing for the first time -
your quiet giggle
graces my ears with it's presence.
Like finding a warm spot in a swimming pool -
my cheeks turn pink
as do yours.
Like the waves of the ocean stroking the sand -
your hand reaches out to touch mine
Like a ball
World So ColdShadows overtake the brightness of the day
Spreading its venom all across
Destroying everything with a single touch
All matter not
As they fade into the eternal dark
Countless years of work
Unknown limits of potential
In a matter of seconds
A blink of an eye
Leaving nothing but
The cold, lifeless feeling of
Suddenly…Nothing… Seems to matter anymore..
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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