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kat-miller
Spots where I’ve been Spots where I am Spots on the windshield Spots in my eyes Spots on the carpet Spots we’ll never go again Places we always end up
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Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 11:50 PM UTC
Spots
The drops collected In puddles round your feet In summation, a puddle Broken down, just a leak The fire burned unnoticed Unopposed for a thousand nights All together, a tragedy After awhile, just a sight White house in the valley Falling victim to leaves Once was a haven Now prey for the thieves Roads to the west Leading everywhere and free Always there for the traveler For you and for me
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Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 11:48 PM UTC
Thoughts from a Drive
No matter how long I walk in meadows, I will always have to lie down with my thoughts I will always end up with the Signs that paint the world too big And time too short And life more complicated than it is Last summer was more like spring and this summer felt like a desert all that grew after the storm has been burned and charred and swept away on the wind I told a lie to the ship that took me away Because I knew I would not come back The easiest way to not be here Is to leave In that photograph Things aren’t the same as real life This is how my eyes work Washing colors down the drain Before they reach me As a child I swore that I would never lose my innocence This mind still remembers her facts and her memories but she is gone Like a dead girl I have a mark on my soul that is more like a scar There is nothing in me to give
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Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 11:45 PM UTC
Like a Dead Girl, a Marked Woman
All the dreamers lie asleep Tumble fast to gentle deep What is seen tonight will be Tomorrow mixed with memory Ghosts fragmented on a thin Mist that scatters in the wind sadness solid shaped in stone a desert isle for those alone the shapes will shift a thousand shifts while sleeping heads refuse to lift a cloud of rain, a distant star disguise from dreamers what they are forms unfurling as minutes pass yet remaining objects without mass the sleepers’ tricked, pulled into space and dreams are woven in this place sever ties with feather chain rejoin the world awake again
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Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 11:28 PM UTC
Sleepers