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Thanks for the memories that walk away with me!

Thanks for the memories that walk away with me!

1 day ago

It holds us tightly in it's grip
and grins at us
so tight lipped
It hugs us with a frown
while smiling
upside down
We journey in our living
to the non breathing side
where we sit, reliving
where we want to hide

We never want to know up close
the personal
the utter waste!

But Death,
it can be personal
sitting right there on your face!

You know Death?

It's that awkward party friend!

It's the one that never leaves
Sticking around to the end

breathe!!! knowing it's not your time... yet
#life   #death   #notdeadyet  
Oct 9

don't take my friend too!
It's true
He's just sitting there
to prove
he's crazier
than you
But you can't have him
He's got a lot more
to do
Dear Matthew
please just
pass on through...

I'm in Australia but I have a beloved American brother sitting stoically, waiting for the aftermath, raising a big glass of F U to Matthew... I'm waiting to hear from you bro...
Oct 6

She stood at the edge of the world
and prayed to a God,
who she knew
could not exist
Wondering how her life
could have come to this

How could he leave her empty
of all emotion except her anger
How dare he stare into her eyes
while the anger slowly strangled her

She welcomed the black clouds
that enveloped her
upon the edge of the cliff
and threw her hands
spread out proud
With a Fuck You
upon her lips

Fuck you God
you pompous arse
You self stylised imposter
Fuck you very much
for deluding humanity
In this space...

You just lost her

Sep 18

Once upon a time
he saw with his fingertips
He saw every word spoken
simply by tracing it

Once upon a time
he felt those words by heart
Then he closed his own
and decided it was time to part

Once upon a time
He never saw her face
he could only be guided
by her rhyme

Once upon a time
He sat listening in rapture
but then he left it
all behind

Once upon a time
he felt what she had wrote

Now he just listens
to the words
stuck in her throat

Once upon a time
he would have pulled the words
from her barely beating chest

Once upon a time
she would have coughed them up
just to sit beside him and rest

Once upon a time
they spoke,
they communicated
on a path that was one mind

Once upon a time
she became mute
He no longer
heard her
because he was blind

Sep 14

I spoke to you in whispers
but you shouted out my shame
My confidence is now just splinters
I can no longer speak your name

At dawn the sun broke my mask
I wore to dance to your tune
Now I'm just a broken mess
for you look down upon as your due

Can we never hear the music again
that was once our beating pulse?
Why is it you're always the one
that sings more quietly than most?

While we blind ourselves
we simply drown with the tide
Echoes of the past reflect only the failures and so shall it always be

Tomorrows promise is a kiss of remorse
just the same, we shall part
Can we leave what was only,
to pretend what never will be?

As you pull me from the depths
I simply leave you waiting
The nightmares will fade
but will the dreams ever again ring true?

So why do we dance to the same old tune?
When the music goes away
do we simply just nod to each other
knowing there's no other day?
At midnight do we excuse ourselves
to slumber separately with our demons?
Or do we simply hold onto
each other
to survive through the next season?

I taste the goodbye upon your lips
I hear our song slowly fade
Can you not simply follow me
to the shore
where new memories could be made?

In bittersweet reprise is our closing
Here do the credits role
Tonight is a moment and it bleeds the memories
Soon only to be pages from our past

Paint this moments portrait,
and stand back, not see the flaws
It is all in the illusion after all

Except for, in the grains of sand
upon which we danced
are the footsteps of our past
just washing away
Do the pages just turn on?
Because if you asked me in the beginning
I would have told you I didn't dance
But you grabbed me and started swaying
without me having a chance
to tell you I can't hear the music
I just move to a certain beat
The illusion is the only thing
that will move me to my feet

Isn't it after all, the flaws,
that will crack
and we will tumble
You may walk away singing,
while I still fumble with the illusion that we danced so pretty
under a fractured moonlight
While I tried to hold onto you
upon a tortured shore
You walked away from me
Leaving me in the dark of night

"So let's sink another drink
Cause it'll give me time to think
If I had the chance I'd ask the world to dance
And I'll be dancin' with myself"
~ Billy Idol
nothing gives me greater joy then to pen words with John. He truly is a master of the craft. Thank you bro <3
Sep 8

I like to dance outside in a storm
because the rain
masks my tears
I like to scream in horror movies
because it's an outlet
for my fears
I like to sit in the cold night air
because it warms
my frozen heart
I like to visit your tombstone
because its where the end
should start
I like to lay down in an open field
because the stars
are always brighter there
I like to sing off key in the shower
because it's where no one
would care
I like to kneel in front of you
because it's almost like
Im praying
I'm sorry that I'm saying good bye
but I just don't feel like
I'd like it if the world had more colour
instead of being so
black and white
I'd like to be here again
to say Good Morning
instead I'll just
Good Night

Sep 7

It's not the enormity
of the tragedy
that marks you
a survivor

It's taking that next breath

is survival

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