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alex waddell Sep 2010
running through grassy green
humid sweat seeping through seams
it seems, my seams, you may soon break
alex waddell Sep 2010
we entered together
into the forest of humans
down streets aligned
in rows and curves

I sped ahead
left them behind
for them to find
their own way

I pedaled the pavement
hearing nothing
no barks or *****,
no neighbors or cars

surely I would have found them by now

my mind was bending,
how much time was I spending?
will I ever make it back?

surely so,
though after every row,
i felt less and less at home
deeper into the zone
of bends and curves
when will i break?
alex waddell Sep 2010
There is a dream that visits me
Shows you and me and nicer things
We're on a cliff
It's raining across the sea

I see your face through sun glares
Cheeks feel blush hot at your stare
My eyes burn to take a glimpse yet
I long to look away

A change of heart
You don't want me

I'll leave you alone
As sun glares frighten your sight
I'm afraid of you
Then wake up bathed in light
alex waddell Jul 2010
i can't say clever quotes and i don't tack roses to my wall.
i don't dress nicely and i am not as beautiful as she.
i don't expect you or anyone to love me.

my taste in music is bland and i read oh slow.

my back is not defined and my thighs are vast.

my mind is mental and my teeth are dental

but there's not a **** thing i can do about it.
alex waddell Jul 2010
As I look up, The constellations
you are
Dimmed by lights of burning warmth
is she
As far away as I drive,
you find bright
You've escaped

I'll learn to identify your skin
How light correlates to form
you are

Since I'm alone, you can't hold my hand
Can she?
alex waddell Jul 2010
Tired I am, as unwanted as a ghost
Since I confessed I cant stop spilling
My mind out to whoever wants to hear

You are unknown to my heart
Yet she knows you so well
I reach out in the dark
You're there, kiss my cheek

Wondering why I cant call you home
Can't call your phone

She'll answer, my heart, and she won't understand.
She's finally confessed
    what a mess

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