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Ginamarie Engels Dec 2012
Are you here for the same reasons?
What do we have in common? I bet there are a few things.
We are alike
Similarities strike again
The End of our roads will be the same
Our first breath to our last
I'm so beat up, my eyes are heavy, they're wearing out to the movement of pedestrians
I want to scream, oh this fatigue my bones feel weak, my neck starts to creak
I want out, wanna find my place
I wanna go out wanna go places
Wanna see the world
Ginamarie Engels Jun 2012
i turned my head in the east direction,
saw sinking seagulls and your pale complexion
took the spoon out of your pocket and dipped it in the sea,
the salty water tastes like you & me ...
when we make love,
when we make love.
Ginamarie Engels Jun 2012
softly seeing
hardly speaking
hard and weakening
tires worn out
glass is weathered
weather is changing
party lights glaring on your new shoes
tie your lace around my waist
tug me in just for a haste taste
tie a bow around my neck,
silently lip sync that i'm your wreck
Ginamarie Engels Jun 2012
strings through metal holes,
tightly strung in a bow,
over the rocks and snow, we go.
the snow flakes will wash away our foot prints
fade and escape the chaos
Ginamarie Engels Jun 2012
almost made it to the end,
picked up the phone,
you picked me up in your car,
tightly squeezed in your mason jar,
the crystals on the green grass have been cut,
blowing it all away out of the palms of my hands,
searching for the shake,
shake me into waves,
i want to be happy without my stuff,
simplicity is what i'm on my knees for,
what i'm envisioning on the floor,
the animals on all fours,
they are so beautiful in this never-ending whirly world,
innocence beats around the bushes,
hunger wants to be stufFED,
the mountains need to be shared,

come and share the crystals on the green grass with thee
i'll keep a promise you will love me
love me.
Ginamarie Engels Jun 2012
pen down on the paper
no lifting, just scripting
words of affirmations,
sudden crossroads and explanations.
hear me out,
can't you listen?
i want to be your glisten.
reflect back onto your heart.
Ginamarie Engels Jun 2012
it was a day like no other
the mountains stood low
the trails were shortened
water droplets on the grass
smoke in the car
lost my breath,
catched it,
collapsed.
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