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 Mar 2012 elle
Patrick McCombs
music
 Mar 2012 elle
Patrick McCombs
Music flows through your eyes.
It fills them to the brink
Expands the blue skies
A huge glass to drink

Eyes heavy with drum beats
Music says what can't be said
Sleeping on top of the sheets
Songs paint a picture in your head

Birds in your sleep
Gray eyes hovering in the dark
Shouting Base lines that start to creep
The bird is a lark.
 Mar 2012 elle
Patrick McCombs
All our words wear winter clothes
Leaving little to expose
The weak sunlight taps on your face
Slow motion seems to be the proper pace

The air is heavy and deep
A stare we love to keep
Snow falling like fluff
sometimes words aren't enough

We stand in the cold
Waiting for our story to unfold
We don't feel the wind blow
Only our warm glow

Under the dim sun light
Only your blue eyes are in sight
My lips in warm bliss
As we share a winter kiss

A warm breath we share
Its a little bit to much to bear
She pulls away, eyes dancing
She gives her house a glancing

She speaks in a quiet voice
We don't have a choice
She pulls away
She can't delay

She give me a shining smile
I stand there for a while
the warmth still there
I trudge home half aware

I lay in my bed
I feel half dead
Smile still on my face
I drift to that familiar place
 Mar 2012 elle
DieingEmbers
The closet light stays on at night,
the door it stays ajar.
I am not scared just well prepared,
and it has worked so far.

No monsters roared or have explored,
my bedroom as I slept.
And if they did they'd meet the kid,
they'd wish they had not met.

For they you see would run from me,
as I jump from my bed.
My teeth I'd bare and pull their hair,
and make them cry instead.

The door now locked their escape blocked,
there's nowhere left to run.
They look at me and plainly see,
my shiney new toy gun.

With rubber darts aimed at their hearts,
they fall down on their knees.
And beg me so to let them go,
adding a pretty please.

They cry and shout please let us out,
and we will not come back.
Ok I say now go away,
and don't forget to pack.

Bag up the fluff and sticky stuff,
you keep behind the door.
And take the smell and slime as well,
you spilled upon the floor.

Later that night when tucked up tight,
so safe and warm in bed.
I close my eyes and realise,
It was all in my head.
 Mar 2012 elle
DieingEmbers
Your eyes
upon me
make me feel
so pleasantly
awkward
My mom tells people how I was as a child.

She tell stories about how I used
to love looking at my reflection;
In mirrors
In windows
In glossy table tops

I find that really funny now.
 Mar 2012 elle
claire
clarinet
 Mar 2012 elle
claire
Clear notes
Lead me up a scale
Adoring me as I rise
Releasing me as I go higher
Inviting me to reach beyond my capacity
Never failing me
Everything I require
Telling me to play on
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