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Can’t you guys see me being in there too? Someday… Someday
Yes…with me too, for no reason at all lol
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one more poem…
a haunting embrace will prevail
against the silent flow of raindrops
slowly hitting the iridescent cement
the pale color falls into a darker descent
a melodic tone of pianos and somber voices
sting like a bee on a sunny afternoon
but the sun is hiding be hid the treacherous clouds
withholding your true emotions
its a lonely journey to take beneath the clouds
beneath the raindrops
if you listen closely they are humming
with saint like voices
voices not of despair or sadness
but whispers of open roads
and solo embraces
I’m trying to leave the time behind
and release my soul from my body
hoping that the lulling rain will soothe
and repair the severe and despair
I surround myself with lit candles
desiring some inkling of my apathy that will disintegrate
through the volatile flame
the uncertainty i hope for is far from perfection
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I’ve never felt so alone before
here in this crowded room
of trivial emotions and protruding devotions
when will this feeling be over
i ask myself over and over
but the time goes on
and i think the simplicity will distract me
from whats really going on
the minutes feel like years
I’m yearning for you
im craving that single touch
of scruff and fingertips
i’ll rearrange the map of your face until i can no longer retrace the steps i took
my fingers long for an ungrasped future
where the sun will rise
and the moon will follow behind
a tug of war between night and day
what might coincide with a perfect delay
3 Daniel Rossen from Grizzly Bear. The song is called Saint Nothing off his new EP coming out in March. LISTEN TO THIS SHIT ITS INCREDIBLE
2 your time of despair has finally come
where you must decide what is right or wrong
but don’t act like you didn’t see it approaching
like a hanging tree branch off that oak trudging
although in the distance
it peaks above the other nimble trees and those catastrophic leaves
the months and steps go by
not a moment will pass
where they’ll cease to remember
i promise i won’t forget
ill remember the pattern of intertwining branches
like your golden locks
atop your twining head
what else can i do
but accept the nostalgia
that lines the four corners of my room
we’ll mourn the loss of that poor branch
that fell when i whispered those words
who knew that years could pass
along the glass rope of time
its all irrelevent
or is it relative?
its as opposing as my thoughts and words were that ethereal evening
2 The beauty of things must be that they end.
Jack Kerouac, Tristessa (via honeyforthehomeless)
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