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Jail
She came to me in a dream / Something not quite so clear / But vivid enough to get the reaction i wanted
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Nov 17, 2013
I Think I Think Too Much
I think I think I think too much / My mind wont settle, it's in a rush / My thoughts bewildered, my heart is crushed
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Jun 20, 2013
Tonight...
Down the hatch! / A harmonious cheer comes from our group. / A dubious dedication to social excitement
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Jun 18, 2013
Dripping In Thought
It rains and rains. / Day after day. / Night after night.
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Jun 18, 2013
Your Words
I do not care what car you drive, / Where you live, / If you know someone who knows someone,
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Jun 16, 2013
Talk to me
Tell me the most amazing thing you've ever heard. / Tell me how it made you feel. / Tell me what makes you quiver with Joy.
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Jun 16, 2013
Night Shift
I take a cigarette break to the beach at 2AM every time i'm on the graveyard shift. The whole atmosphere of being at the edge of a continent with an endless body of water living and breathing in front of you is emotional. When the sea is calm and the tide is low it feel like you can relax, listen to the tide rippling off the rocks and it soothes the soul. When the tide is high and the sea is rough you realize the pure power of the ocean. I imagine the lives previously taken by the merciless sea, engulfing ships and crashing into mountains and piers, cities, lighthouses, residences, and boat yards. Unforgiving, and yet, majestic she is responsible for more life than we can fathom. A whole different part of our world we have such minimal access to. I look out into her endless brilliance as the wind warns me of her presence. Blasting the smell of salt onto my skin, as i take long breathes with ease. The ocean is wise, she has been here much longer then i have and has experienced loss, life, tragedy, war, ****** and survival. Nobody's around at 2AM, just me and her. Every night she gives me the same feeling, like a women you love but cant control, a free spirit, wild for her own pleasure, thirsty for love and affection but resilient to the idea of being confined. For you can not control the one who manipulates you. I am being manipulated by the sea. As i exhale my last puff i walk back inside to work. "Ill see you tomorrow".
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Jun 16, 2013
Bold Face Lies
bold face lies / he experiences them everyday / masked in a never ending blanket
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Jun 16, 2013
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