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I make awkward first impressions with bed sheets
clutching to them like memories I so desperately want to have
while breathing slow, 37 beats per minute on the metronome,
into what I imagine is the nape of your neck.
They don't know me like the last ones.
I find no comfort in my comforter
when I wake three times after midnight to find my eyes open,
breathing now slowed to zero beats per minute,
my head throbs and I feel veins in my neck bulge
like serpentine ridges beneath the desert of my skin;
I've tried to strangle myself with headphone wires again.
I peel them out of the crevice they have made,
wincing not so much from pain
but at how this must look like from my pillow's perspective.
So, I clean the blood off
and hold it tight.
I can say "I'm sorry" in three different languages
but my eyes have drained all the liquid from my mouth
leaving me to croak;
A frog without a fly
A stranger in a strange bed
Caught up in a dream I have not yet had
clutching to them like memories I so desperately want to have
while breathing slow, 37 beats per minute on the metronome,
into what I imagine is the nape of your neck.
They don't know me like the last ones.
I find no comfort in my comforter
when I wake three times after midnight to find my eyes open,
breathing now slowed to zero beats per minute,
my head throbs and I feel veins in my neck bulge
like serpentine ridges beneath the desert of my skin;
I've tried to strangle myself with headphone wires again.
I peel them out of the crevice they have made,
wincing not so much from pain
but at how this must look like from my pillow's perspective.
So, I clean the blood off
and hold it tight.
I can say "I'm sorry" in three different languages
but my eyes have drained all the liquid from my mouth
leaving me to croak;
A frog without a fly
A stranger in a strange bed
Caught up in a dream I have not yet had
Literature
Take A Risk
Im in love with the boy that sits in the back seat
With the sky blue eyes and a handle on his dream
He has a hard time wearing his heart on his sleeve
But my friends all say he's got a crush on me
But I can never be sure with things like that
Im a little bit afraid of slipping off the track
'Cause if I lose my pride I can never get it back...
But someone once told me
"You better listen closely, 'cause...:
Sometimes it's worth the climb
It's okay to make mistakes
Sometimes you might fall down
But that's just a chance you gotta take...
It's okay to be scared, a little unprepared
But you need to say what you're thinking, 'cause thi
Literature
senescent.
she was the girl
in love with peter pan;
fairy dust and
crescent moons-
she dreamed of
mermaids in lagoons.
she was the one
clapping her hands
yelling out loud
"i do believe!
i do believe in
fairies and dreams
and happily ever after!"
now she's sitting
in the dark
wondering where her
fairy tales went-
wondering where
never-land is
and how she's supposed
to get there.
she's looking for all the wrong
answers in all the wrong places.
she's trying to escape,
and she doesn't even know
what she's running from.
she's everything you love
but you don't know why
anymore.
she was the girl
that believed in fairy
tales.
Literature
The Note
A note left
Upon his pillow
Holding whispered remorse.
Crisply folded,
Neatly tucked away
With a shadow of rain.
Shaking handwriting
Melting with diamonds
That fall from my eyes.
Filled with love,
Filled with hate,
Filled with me.
The note lies,
Waiting to be opened
By his shaking hands.
Goodbye.
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Just woke up... been working in my sleep again... Had this idea... wrote it.. back to bed.
Just woke up... been working in my sleep again... Had this idea... wrote it.. back to bed.
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this is like waking up from a dream you can't remember mixed with dirty houses and people you don't want to remember...
it's wonderful
it's wonderful