tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251827294001941412012-01-09T18:03:57.803-08:00My Personal Poetrylittle mrs wnoreply@blogger.comBlogger701100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525182729400194141.post-37905887721425765562010-02-04T18:17:00.000-08:002010-02-04T18:22:46.829-08:00

My thoughts expand as much as your lungsAs I walk a campus filled with more memories than peopleYet it feels emptyAnd it’s quietEven when the sun sings over the mountainsI feel the presence of youOn the other sideYet I’m caughtWhen time was a year agoI’m caught in a present pastAnd it’s quietWhere I can’t go backAnd it’s quietWhere I now standWhere I and your presence lackThe world is quiet where

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Not even the sun could shy your smileYour eyes put light to shameAnd I’m just a little speck in the universeTo your glowing conglomerationAnd I want to be gorgeousBeautiful like the idling gassesThe pressure on my headPushing me deep inside my bedI’m my own black holeUntil I burst and realizeStars explode, tooMaybe I’m just like you.

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You've come to misunderstandThat I am more than you thoughtI've learned what's been taughtI'm less than I thoughtWe've both been dupedAnd it pulled more than a few hairsAnd more than a few yearsI see, or so I think I seeThat as I've reestablished my groundYet you think I was worse offI was, am, and will be fineBut it's harder to learn aloneWhen we forget and need remindingSo I placed a trust upon

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There are times in life that shape who we are. These times are many.I want to say "I am because," but in actuality "things are because I am." And it's these times that only help me to better see myself than to become myself. My potential has always been, I may just be reluctant to being it sometimes. It's a choice to be less than what I am, and I try to choose otherwise.These experiences with

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Are like pieces of sunshine you can gobble upYou can just keep eatingYou won't get fatYou only look more beautifulI love your smile when you think I'm funnyYou'll hug me and laugh out loudWith great light in your eyesYour smile when I quickly kiss your cheekGives me butterfliesTo know I've made you happyYour smille when you hug meI know we are great friendsThe smile you shine makes me feel so

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your life is a thread intertwined,interconnected with mineour friends, the passing peoplethe problems, the blessingsspinning, weavingin and outover, underback and forthpicking up, dropping, cutting, addingwith this one handI'll grab your otherYou grab theirs and off we goA tapestry to makeWe'll find loose ends and tie them upSnip the splitsand trim the edgesas this tapestry is growingLike ants

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[probably the weirdest creative juice spill you'll get from me]Take it!One and two and thee and fourFive where you running off to?Connect it!Make the highest five.Yeah, yeahSupe que sabesSe que supistePero si sabesSi supisteEXPLOOM!Yeah, yeahIf you knowIf you knewYou'd knowno wouldn't you?See the pictureFinger paints splatter the wallwallwallYeah, YeahCan't you see the babe in the cradlethe child

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Take me inSubmerse meCollect the glittering specksFlaming, bursting massesOccupying the beautiful spaceThat is yet to be filled.Collect them.Each and every one.Now...As a rock I wasChange meCrush meInto rapids flowing down the creekInto waterfalls plummetingSinging in agonySinging in praiseAs the pool so carefully stirsChurns particles of lifeInto me.Open me.Open my soul,My heart,My mind.With

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Lengthy nights come on after the otherlike static in the airwavesnot one change in the windas the wind outside my room stirsand spinsand twistswith the storminside my mind.Neither can be separated.Not even the room or my skullcreate a boundary thick enough.The demons tied me upand slowly started skinningconjuring thoughts that never existedfrom my sweet memories they findalong with the stressful

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OH CANADAI knew you beforeBut you weren't much in my mindA place for vacationwhere time would stopand I'd lay on the beach of PEIA place for silly accentsBut that was only one sideNo Canada.... beforeyou weren't much to me.MovingFinding outYou ruined my lifeYou took my best friendsmy familyThrew them behindBroke my homeWiped my pastPut me on my own...like college two years early.High school

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I.Your whole identityI can write itThen erase itFearing its existenceTo knowing eyesWhy can't it stay?I'm embarrassedAcknowledgingYou're in my thoughtsWrite it over and overJust to eraseBecause it brings you thereIt reveals a drawerFiles of memoriesYet no physical presenceIt's just some lettersOrganizedAttractive waysForming clumpsCharactersWith characteristicsYour very beingLocked insideDon't

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Not one placeOne townOne streetOne houseOne countryOne familyMine is somewhere distantWhere I was bornWhere I was raisedWhere I grew upWhere I live nowWhere I will goIt is a memory or even a dreamTropical islandMountainous fortressTrees with ocean breezeWinter iglooI can't point to a spot on a mapNor to the suitcase I pull aroundNor my photo albumSo where do I go when I want to go home?With the

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I am differentLet's just sayIhandleseefeelhearspeakthinktasteexperiencethings in different waysI've got this name to prove likewiseThat I am much different from you guysAnd this name has followedGenerations from beforeof similar, peculiar peoplewithenthusiasmquirksdesireweaknessesdedicationflawsmotivationchallengesprocesseslike me.Yet my difference separates me still, with the presentI try to

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I wonder I wonderwhat will come nextwhat waits in the next chapteraround the next bendit could be a RAPTOR!or a great friendI wonder I wonderwhat will come nextto be from somewherewith immovable rootsI wonder with whatcould I travel with solid stone bootsor to sail around oceansand fly in great planesto travel all overscattering my namewho could I meetor how will things bewill I leave a trailor

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The things we knowThe seeds we sowIn hope that spring comes soonI stand high as I canI know who I amBut times on my ownGet hard all aloneI need you here to beThat growing strength in meFor I am a rockRolling upOn His mountainThe things that we knowThings that don’t matterI see with new eyesA sun is blossoming insideAnd all I desireIs to riseRiseRiseTo meet that morning.

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startingstartingstartingat the groundthree timeswait, no fourfour black coals separated on the groundgrowinggrowinggrowingup from their pointslike stumpsto logsto treeswith brown leavesconnecting them togethercascading down the legsone here, one thereOH one's flying in the airand up and up and UP it goesthat trunk to a place where no one knowsI thought I'd seen it stopbut my eyes could reach no

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My body and soulUnlike the waves or the windthat cease to stay here with me.I want to feel what you feelsee what you seebe what you areAnd likewise you to me.I want there to be no questionsno doubtno worry or assumptions"judge not"Be the stamina in meto keep me goingmotivatedBe the logicto check and balance meThe exemplar to keep my integritymy faith.

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so this is goodbyelike a message in a bottledeparting 'cross the oceanwaving "so long"you're off to distant placeswhere I may never see you againbut maybe years from nowyou'll wash up on my shorethose memories to rereadfor you are just some grains of sandout of many peoplesitting on this beachso off you goin your glass bottletainted with sunlightfrom a world I can't enterout of my eyebehind my

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dump, dull, monochromaticdepressedsprinkle turns to drizzlerain into delugelocking your limbs to the groundparalyzing pressure keeps you downlike trying to escapefrom a form fitting elastic bagefforts to push or break freeonly wasted time and energywhat goes out, only comes backtrapped in the downpourold sorrowsrecurringso much so you can't differentiateyour tears and the rain dropsthe blues and

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your smell is still lingering on my skincreeping through my memory in-side of me, to the side you standright next to me, kissing my hand-in hand, my hand, a token of lovelove of a best friendlove of a sunlove to a mother's lover'sdaughter's childfather's sonsunshineboy do you shinelike summer's noondaythe way my hand on you is fitting-into this dress is so comfortingknowing you're mine, my best

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Oh Rebekahthe moments that you catchattachthey snatchand clingto the mind inside this headfocus, snap, and shootphoto on your laplike you could almost feel it with your handsbut with your eyes insteadOh Rebekahthe views that displayin my mind will playlike people on a carouselgoing round and roundup and downcirculatinglike blood in my bodyYou snapthey latchyour photos sing.

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Dear "friend,"I hope you like guilt trips,this is a one-way ticket.Keep you hands and feetinside the vehicle,you're not getting out.You think that I could send you herebut that defeats my purpose.Misery I send to youand you and you and youpoo you.Yes, I'm a miserable lumpjust rotting over hereletting my putrid stench driftin the directions of thosewho never visit me.my misery wants company.

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A symphony of whispersin my earsThat press against my cheekssoft as snowLightly falling kissestangled in my 'lashessweet little reminderslike pink post-its on my faceas you playguitaron my fingersstrumming each beatin time with my hearthiding messagesso subliminalin your wordsin my bagyou've got a whole other worldsitting in your eyesthanks for letting me in.

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once, I stood so talllike big old redwoodsI was so close to the skyI was, I could feel it in my hairbut down below there was a knockingknocking knockingthen a chop choppingpeeking below I saw youI thought you were a friendbut I remembered youwhen you carved your sweetheart's namenow you came backwith a larger tool this timetrying to get my heartI was oh so thickall-knowing, that was meI knew no

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when the light is blackI'm lying in the darknesswith eyes closed to see what I feel.monotonous breathinginflation, deflation; expansionthinking as deep as the diaphragm goesletting loose what matters leastthe stress that sinks me.I'm a balloon binging on airthen, letting the demons escapeI am able to float awayhigherrising elevationreaching greater being.I'm lying here with the door shuttracing

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she was born straight-faceda stare solid as a white wall.pale cream, smooth silkno humanly crease would populateor evidence of wrinkles would exist.the dark crevices carved in her eyes,endless black vacuums swallowing light,swallowing all those who go by.caramel frames of these holes-sweet, luring, strands of musclecontracting, snapping photos; cameras.her lips, however, remain locked;secrets

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from the point the bud peeked out into lifein spring when feelings burst aflame as blossomsgrowing lively, playing tag on summer nightsresting in our heads, being shared between handsas maturity, like a cancer, consumed the leaves.crisp mornings, rising from wrinkling sheetsafter resuming reality from sweetest dreamsI laminate my skin upon the window, fogging vision,and catch a glimpse of a

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where the gold-gilded forest wallsspeak not of paradise, but serenityto dip my toes into the stream of lifecarrying with it the diamonds of this worldthat you can only glimpse in another's eyesthis place, with it's canopies uncurlingdraping all across the soft steps I taketo a destination where I'll meditatewhere my sun-painted skin ripensmaturing in magnificent huesand as the whistling

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the birds were right,as they've always been.head south is inevitable.but I thought it was west,the birds knew best.the birds were rightthat as the weather warmsI would fly homeback to the cozy nestwe built for our love to rest.the birds were rightfor now I must goyou make me a free birdbut no worry, my dearI will return to you here.

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Part I:this is our placepreserved by mother naturea museum of natural historyfree for all.the love you dream of.Part II:I would try to paint the picturejust to show you how I feel,but besides the fact it's realthe reality is it's indescribable.

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knocking at the doorpressing into my mind"Hey, friend, remember me?"he says in a quiet whispertugging on the right heart stringswhat did his soul do to me?send the message a week in advance40 days too late.A friend, a friend?Is that what I was?What I am? will be?Was I worth carrying your name?the little we spoke...meant nothingthat silence, the boyhe did not forget me.Who was I to be considered a

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her wind-torn hairlashes her facelike silver bladesdrawing spider websacross her frost-bitten eyes.her chill breathingscreaming against your windowthe ironic lullabyputting life to sleepfreezing time like buried acorns, memories.with bare naked, mechanical clawsshe reaches, closing the skypulling the clouds down upon userasing the colors from the canvas.

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Looking into what you presentBeing swallowed by your storiesthe seas that fill your mindCreating mysteries I try to catch.Your glow bring the sun's warmthDancing above the mountains in your eyesThe ones my waves crash againstGrowing trees with our names carved inBlinking, twinkling, giving divine lightTo the thriving gardens blossoming inside.And when the wind whispersMaking my name sound sweetIt

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how could it be you've never tastedthis flavor before your age this day?of all the sweet smellswhat took so long to lure you in?I went deep-sea fishingand found the most uniqueunknown species,possibly the only one.I'm not much of a seafood lover,not like I once had been,but you're my exception.you bring a safe reminderthat this is what I need.The things I'm learning from what you teachI think I

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As the king begins to doze,laying down his golden crowndown upon fresh green velvet,outside his quiet dreamlanda bustling does occur.The monster's headdress rises,spokes growing from the horizon.Dusk is creeping along the streetsas the monster's eyesclick, click, click...turn onblinking spontaneouslywhile it's arms stretchacross the fields with germsseparating this way and thatinfecting the

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you and your equationsyou mark upon the board.it's like you take the universeand try to arrange the stars,as if it's all a blackboardcluttered with your symbols.it is far too incredibly complexto find the scientist perplexed.you thumb through all your filesjust to find one explanationto describe those feelingsin a complicated equation.but take you back in timebefore the poet's rhymein the

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the gardens of your face are in full bloomand the smell so sweet it drowns me in a dreamif I could just keep a couple for myselfmaybe one or twoI'd save them in a special placeso I'd always think of you.

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watch you across the waterwatch you where you standbeyond that reservoirwhere I can't reach your handdarling, rains will comewaters will rise, growing deepI see colors flash somebut you, your word, you keepwhatever did you fear?the distance I could not hear?I called to you with my quiet voiceso shy and afraid of my noiseIt's not what you knowbut on your face, it showsI see you wear your smile in

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forward, retreatforward, retreatforward, retreatinch by inchfoot by footforward, retreatforward, retreatforward, fallinto your armsdeep into you eyeskiss, good night.

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birds flutter like leaves in the windand the trees, like rainbows, turn over in the chill breezetheir shadows swim across the cement while the sun grazes a half blue skythe fall of the anarchist summers cycle again giving way to new reign and seasonironic, however, the palette that's chosenwarmth bursts a flame drenching the hillsidewhile cool skies little by little or sometimes in larger steps

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the peace I feel this moment,the smile I can now so comfortably wearis in watching the sunsetknowing it's not gone, only "over there."there's a reassurance sweetreminding me what I already knewthat as the sun is set to leave,after resting, there'll be a different view.the cycle of the sunwith symbolism bursting inside.when my morning comes,passed loved ones no longer hide.to these certain

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I could waste hoursmourning amidst invisible flowerssoaking in silencesilence fogged with thoughtsmy eyes could fix against the ceilingopen to all memories to play across the stagemaybe let my eyes swellwash the blank stare off this faceor I could just stay hereinvoluntarily futilefor some reasonwhen I lay here alonefeeling nothing but spaceis ironically so comfortingso soothingeither charging me

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each stepand its assigned numberpressing against this cementtaking note of all the feelingovercoming the foot.I walk homea mile on my ownnumbspacedthoughts collapsing on themselves.The breaths I takemean so much moreinflating these lungsthen deflating 'til gone.gonegoneempty.The feeling is divineI don't understand why it's mineWhy am I still here?how is it I can still focuson the details often

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RAHHHHHHH!!!!screams the bell at the top of its lungsburning so red it might just blow!single linetry to stifle your panicget outside where you best belongaway from the dangerthe demolishing fireburning down the buildingsas we find comfort among ourselveswe were all outside waitingthis very dayas those sirens polluted the skyin our memories.we were still waitingfor the signalwhile the rest of the

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In the garden, a downpour of angel rays.The aroma of perennials drowns your senses in delight.Ivy-seized walls reject an outer world.Canopies of trees protect us from what they see.Your rosy cheeks will grow in bushesalong the wall where streams do tricklelike the stars that linger in our eyeswhen we laugh upon smile without end.We will stroll through the lush grass so vibrant and greenthat grows

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love is the depth of the azure oceanwith continuum of eb and floa ritual of the low and high tide.some learn to tread the water young in agewhile others fear the mystery far too long.I have come to swim through shallow wateras my destination of the drowning chasm comes nigh.there are pebbles in the sand to trip or slip uponrafts upon the surface to save the distressed.I sometimes stay close to

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smarty pantsyou're comin' down with a caseof super intelligenceyour temperature is risin'in both Celsius and Fahrenheityou've got a double doseof textbookssitting on your nightstandfor all your light readingyou keep your awards and certificatesjust above your bedlike a halo 'round your headyou just can't help to understandthings greater than the average manwith your super intelligenceyou smarty

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oh carriganwhere's your raincoat,boots, umbrella,and your love?oh carrigandid you know it rains and poursjust like windthrough open doors?oh carriganyou can't resist going outrainy dayscome no doubt.oh carriganjust a minute and awhileof piece of sunshinewill be in your smile.

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you CAN'Ttake it.you CAN'Tbreath in.or thinkor feelor seeyou're blind.the constant confining webof the claustriphobe's worst fear.your screams and tearsattract no sympathy.so alone, numb, and gone...you waituntil THIS momentTHIS timeThis day where the sun will risewhere you can see past sorrow and guiltand rain just washes all you've ever felt.Sweet sweet air and sunshineFor a little bird to

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I want the mighty windto break the placid lakecause a shimmer, ripplemake a smile in it's face.Underneath the waterwhere many've tread beforewith certain stories in their soulsthat will be seen no more.Deep into the hollowof such an elder treewe find such mysteriesthat were never thought to be.Like the lakebreak mereflect that golden smilethat rises with the sun.Like sand underwaterforgive and

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strawberry lipsandblueberry eyeswithhints of greenforthey're not yet ripeormaybe chocolate kissestosavor for awhilewiththat watermelon smile

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mountains of water vaporbillowing over valleyswhere sunlight tricklesas rain does down a windowwhitest majestieswith crowns of goldwatching over usgazing up from belowwaiting for those streamsto cool dry earthand fade into this landso clear as day is tomorrow

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PUSHEDto my kneesagainst the groundwith the dust adorning my face.PRESSEDagainst a walllooking the other directionnot even one brick available to hold.SHOVEDfrom comfortwhat I thought was rightto the blazing sun blinding my eyes.WOOEDwith wordsfound from fairy talesand promises no one could make.COMFORTEDby empathyand past experiencesthat just didn't fully understand.LOVEDfor realby the pastthat

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It's such a fake smileAnd I know it'Cause I smiled it.

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I could take this lump of coalOh and I could hold it tightAnd right in my heartIt would let this fire burnGiving light to my lifeYes, I could take this coalAnd after all my yearsOf holding it so closeI could polish it carefullyAnd let the diamond shineBoy, I could take youForever in my armsTake your dark rough shellTill I could almost see into youMy very own diamond

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the little monstersthat eat me in my sleepsteal away my joyand chew at my heartoh the little monsterscute masks on their facestear apart my lifescaring me out of my mindunderneath the flowera serpent poised to strikerip me up insidebreak me down to crylittle monsters I don't even knowtarget me as killhating me alreadyas soon as I existscary little monstersalways out to get mewhat did I do to

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the sun beat me badmade me get all redI was left lying therealmost quarter deadred as a cherry or bloodbeat me with all he couldI just wanted to walkdidn't think he wouldnow I'm still lying herethinking I should be deadbut I just can't sleeptoo sore and tired in bed.

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take this, my gift for youit is my handjust for youI left it cleanalmost like brand newI saved it just for youhopefully the size is rightand I just pray it fitsjust perfectly on youthey told me to leave spacesbetween each of my fingersjust for yours to fillI hope you'll take itand keep it nicely, too'cause with it, comes me for you.

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today I put my arms outto the left and to the rightI put them out as far as they could goparallel to the horizonor even at an angleI put my arms out todayit was the wind and the hillI ran down the hillwith my arms and hands flat outstiff with excitementI ran down the hillit was down the hill in the windthen the gust hurtled toward melike a rhino to it's enemyblasting me off my feetoff my feet

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crush slide quenchyour chill soulunderground you can't breathwhat it is i breathyour soullike a river filling my lifedrowning my mindcovering me overteaching me to inhalethe water insidethere's something else we're living onwhen air is gonesweet air, when its gonewe were little and we learned to swimbut i got out when i grew oldernow your chill soulis taking me backbreathing waterinstead of

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skipping stones across the bluewatching them sink infalling through the universebecoming stars dispersed.a mirror of the night abovestones flickering for eonstiny suns reflected in our eyesas we gaze upon them in the sky.trapped inside our pupilstwinkling for eternitieslike the light house far awayon the sea we threw stars today.we've pulled the night cover oversee light shine through the

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Ten million notesthat crowd my mouthslipping past the gatesof my pursed lipsentire audiences attempt totear my locked jaws apartonly absence, with its clawssnitches those sweet melodiesthe empty fieldthe empty roomis never emptywhile I am therewhen my notes spewlike monsoons from the skydrowning those in its wayeven though I'm alonemore than ten millionboxed in my throatlocked with a keyonly

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broken bird in your cagetry to fly but not todayyou tried but couldn't find a waybroken bird turn the pagebroken bird in your cagetried too hard to singno support without your wingsbroken bird turn the pagebroken bird if only you knewwhat miracles you bringwhat things you can dowhen you singwhen you tryuse your wingsgo and flybroken bird in your cageoh stolen from your treeaw you fell just like

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it hurts sometimes when it hits you hardmakes you laugh sometimes tooright now, though, it don'tthat ol' gray sheet up therestarted shakingand a roarin'started to crackand there was lighttryin to break free on the other sidegray sheet shatteredand clatteredtearing up my facesparkling diamonds were falling from the stormthat wallowed in my eyessome just kept pelting meand others left a markthis

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no fearI'm back!don't attack!but oh noyou're the Ant Queengettin the hustlin and bustlincrawlin all up my leg!the end

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someone took a sheetcovered up my Mr. Sunmy cloudy eyes rainedmy cry rolled of thunderas lightning flash across my facemy baby is gray nowhiding awaystuck him back in memorybehind that gray sheetpeople in the sky are building this wallthrough my ears wind breathsyou're gonna have to waitloveyou're gonna have to waitlike the moon loves the sunshe has been waiting billions of yearslike me and himi

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oh honeyi love youso stickymy hand is always in yoursi got sandwiched in your armsoh honeyi love youso sweetsmelling so lovelyfrom the garden in your cheeksoh honeyi love youalways so goodfor lunch timeor a snackgooey and ooeysticky and sweetoh you're my honey!

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thump thump thump thumpingknocking beating pumpinglet me outlet me freebreak this cage open!breathing heavymust open this latchjust give me a keywith the perfect fitif it's too bigor if it's too smallplease don't jab meor i could breakyou could tear meI could over flowred juice through my soulso let me be wholejust take and holdcherish this love!the end

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the grass grows over meswarming all around mea tiny army loading up their cannonsflowers exploding!yellow flares shot up all overdive! dive! dive!catch your one last breathbefore you're dragged to the graveoh a dirt-covered kidone, two, threehold itone, two, threehold itone...ahh ahhhtwooochooo!!!like the biggest winda field full of casualtiesme, in the dirtjust above the gravejust a wound to

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the night is cominglike a roaring monstereating up the happy skythe sun runs awayin fear and the dark monster appearsit has millions of tiny glowing eyesand a big open mouthyou and i were laying thereon earth's bed watching the war rage onyou got so upset and threw a stoneit flew so highoh so high up into the monster's eyeand it fellthere was some explosion and it fellbombs were sounding

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