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5:58 PM - 19 Apr 2013
 Apr 2013 Ben Brinkburn
Emma
Life digs her fingers
in me; she's been using my
heart as a stressball
 Apr 2013 Ben Brinkburn
Emma
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sprouted­
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wall

Hurdling over it used to be fun.
until it grew, and we had to mount it
but even then, the feat of
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made me appreciate seeing you more

but now it has
become so big
that our voices
are barely able
to attain the pe
ak; even the m
emories of you
have trouble re
-aching me pa
st the obstacle
that i now see
instead of you
r soft, soft eyes

I miss the touch of your palm against my palm
Now I can only press it against this disdainful and cold brick wall,
hoping that you might be pressing your hand against the same brick,
just on the other side.
hoping that my warmth might eventually sink through to you,
that my rain/tears might corrode the clay
hoping that maybe, maybe, maybe

you will hope the same thing too.
Over the clamor of the generators
The incessant roar like a hungry crowd
Your voice is lost
Dying over the sands
Wavering, beaten by Atlantic waves.
I can't hear your whisper
Over the din of foreign motors
Over the persistent pounding of
Pratt & Whitneys.
Your hellos are lost to me,
You have to scream
Over the home-bound rotator wailing
I can't hear you in the cabin
The distance is so great between
Your side of the bed
And mine
Raise your voice over the void
I've been calling to you for years
But the continued return of echos
Seem like your distant shadow
Is a mirage
You have to scream
No one to run to, no one to talk to
No one to call, no one at all
Separated from the world
Isolated from family
Departed from friends
Same routine of the Lonely life again...and again
When times of struggle
When times of stress
When times of pain
Lonesome soul moving through the rain
Nothing different its always the same
Same routine of the lonely life again...and again
Awakened to the silence day after day
The sound of speech is so inside deep
Unfamiliar with words, not even a peep
Foreign sounds to the ear
Lying down in deep despair
Same routine of the lonely life again...and again
Come to realize this horrid lifestyle
The one that's been here for quite a while
The one that brings no sort of smile
The one that cause the pain and suffering
The one that's the blame for that low self esteem
For the weather outside has never been seen
Afraid the world might seem too mean
No one to call best friend, let alone any friend
Everyday is the same question: "When will this end"
Days, weeks, years gone by and yet its still the same
Until one day there was a cease to this pain
Suddenly swerved onto a different lane
Realizing the previous lifestyle was nothing to gain
Mentality transformed
Its time for change
Happiness is restored into life
Even though it required some sacrifice
Smiles, smiles from left and right
Those lonely tears no longer in sight
This lifestyle has been shifted into the light
The world of darkness has ceased to occur
For joy has regained his spot, I'm sure
No more times of struggle
No more times of stress
No more times of pain
the sunshine has dried up all the rain
The same routine of that lonely lifestyle
Never, never again!
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