Something once lost
I found so near
Something so far
I can now see clear
A face that seemed weary
With not much to show
I press up against the whites
There eyes as snow
Gracefully graze grace
And press my face
Touching Toe's and Nose
Calming all my woes
Being near someone
Not as foreign as one would think
Dont forget to remember
While trying not to blink.
Sitting through the night, I watched the sunrise with blurry eyes .
Swirling in my head, thoughts that are chained, but want to run a million miles
Im lost inside with where Im going, I used to only know it was with you
Last time I checked, we were still enemies, but even the oldest tree still falls in the breeze
When we were young we were vigilant ,
We wanted more for us
Less of this world, more of the next best
Less time spent and more time lent, back to pills and bottles and smoke in our lungs
Were lost in tonight; in this old emotion,
Left too wrong, but stands up right
And all I want to say is stay stay
What to write
Im not sure
Never before have these words felt so impure
Not once have I ever been at a loss for words
But one hello changes this thing, of which Im usually so sure
Caught off guard
A nervous laugh escapes here and there
Im speaking but not making sense
My chest is open, and heart is bare
No other girl has had such a lure
Or a piece of my heart to share
To make me lose my words
With a hello, make me so nervous and unsure
Im slowly finding out what I think it means to be a man in this modern day and age. It is not a cynical intellectual, constantly disillusioned with mankind. It is not a strong armed pusher that never gives up. Its not even mild mannered passive support, like I see so many times in my old teachers and mentors... In fact I can't see many things that I think are examples of what it is to be a man these days. There is no shining example to let me know clearly what I am supposed to be, supposed to compare myself to. All I have are these instances, situations, reactions; all I have is this series of events called life which are somehow
At night, I see things in a different way
The birds asleep, the trees sway it all flows more poetic
Less like the sunny afternoon, there is more mystery this way
I feel a love for all things, close, near and far
Maybe its that I cant see quite so well
And you always want what you cant have
In my mind I think its a more magical explanation
This special darkness, separated from its more sunny deviation
I lean with the wind and it whispers to me
I feel through my feet the ground hums along
Even the trees have a crackle to add
As the dark earth sings its song
I see the stars, the street lights and cars
Maybe the earth is
I listen to music that reminds me of you
Just to feel a little closer to
A house does not make a home
Its around those who make you feel true
Usually this isnt how people deal with their shit
But still writing this . As I sit
I feel a little closer to you
I feel more close to home
And all my friends I associate those to
Jack Johnson speaks in a happier tone that ms difranco
And her punk actions
They both rhym to an acoustic guitar
In verses that at least for now speak to me about you
Iron and wine shines a little melancholy light on me
As my attention shifts from writing about you to a little piece of me
Piece
Sitting close to her underneath a young oak tree
I see her lips move, but cant hear her speak
I feel my heart collapse but not sure why
We are so close, but yet Ive never felt so far apart from another human being
I can see her eyes watering
Mine are clearly dry
I can hear her voice crack
A clear sign of anxiety
I feel my hair tussled by the wind
My heart explodes
Standing up to leave, I bear a smile
She follows suit
On the inside I have died
She is now a friend
But still has her fist in my chest
On my back I took it all, I lyed
Until I stop my lies, her fist stays until the end
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3 weeks later
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Sitting at my seventh death hoping for it to end
Making doodles on my paper making them amends
Others sit attentively, writing just as fast
They pray these words will save them, from our death to come
The moments are running by, ever as fast as time
They cannot move any faster, faster to keep me alive
My seventh death is coming to an end
So the next day I may have seven more
But until that day I live freely
And prepare to make it seven less than the year before
Something once lost
I found so near
Something so far
I can now see clear
A face that seemed weary
With not much to show
I press up against the whites
There eyes as snow
Gracefully graze grace
And press my face
Touching Toe's and Nose
Calming all my woes
Being near someone
Not as foreign as one would think
Dont forget to remember
While trying not to blink.
Sitting through the night, I watched the sunrise with blurry eyes .
Swirling in my head, thoughts that are chained, but want to run a million miles
Im lost inside with where Im going, I used to only know it was with you
Last time I checked, we were still enemies, but even the oldest tree still falls in the breeze
When we were young we were vigilant ,
We wanted more for us
Less of this world, more of the next best
Less time spent and more time lent, back to pills and bottles and smoke in our lungs
Were lost in tonight; in this old emotion,
Left too wrong, but stands up right
And all I want to say is stay stay
What to write
Im not sure
Never before have these words felt so impure
Not once have I ever been at a loss for words
But one hello changes this thing, of which Im usually so sure
Caught off guard
A nervous laugh escapes here and there
Im speaking but not making sense
My chest is open, and heart is bare
No other girl has had such a lure
Or a piece of my heart to share
To make me lose my words
With a hello, make me so nervous and unsure
Im slowly finding out what I think it means to be a man in this modern day and age. It is not a cynical intellectual, constantly disillusioned with mankind. It is not a strong armed pusher that never gives up. Its not even mild mannered passive support, like I see so many times in my old teachers and mentors... In fact I can't see many things that I think are examples of what it is to be a man these days. There is no shining example to let me know clearly what I am supposed to be, supposed to compare myself to. All I have are these instances, situations, reactions; all I have is this series of events called life which are somehow
At night, I see things in a different way
The birds asleep, the trees sway it all flows more poetic
Less like the sunny afternoon, there is more mystery this way
I feel a love for all things, close, near and far
Maybe its that I cant see quite so well
And you always want what you cant have
In my mind I think its a more magical explanation
This special darkness, separated from its more sunny deviation
I lean with the wind and it whispers to me
I feel through my feet the ground hums along
Even the trees have a crackle to add
As the dark earth sings its song
I see the stars, the street lights and cars
Maybe the earth is
They had lots of assurance there
And little risk
And the battles they won
Were not mine or theirs
And small ones at best
They said to their child
Cut off less
Cause you can always go back
And cut more off later
But I was miles to their inches
In no measurable way
I said take it on trust
I will catch as caught can
But if both hares dash to omittance
Im going to hunt the larger one
I said take it on trust
I will catch as caught can
And not by the numbers
Not by the numbers
This rivers paved with capsized ships
But what a foolish pilot to let the surface slip
Above the canopy that we confide in
They said to
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