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Max Petersen May 2011
taking my time to gather my mind
before i lay down to rest

no need to drift away,
carrying emotional castaways.
its meaningless in sleep
they just make phantoms to keep us attached to our daily griefs
Max Petersen May 2011
resting strictly to recuperate
my heads apprehensive to whats taking place
lying in bed watching the face in the cealing
am i as distant as im currently feeling
Max Petersen May 2011
the sea's a show that gawks at the moon
what a lovely seat ive acquired this afternoon
a balet of this display deserves some show of gratitude
I think I, the moon will chose to embrace you
ill enjoy the feeling of falling into your mass
no matter the reprecussions
ive had enough of the cast
id rather be dead
than floating around
i the moon
chose to be with the ground
Max Petersen May 2011
Final thoughts of a mind in contemplative state
grinding at the thought of someone waiting for your phone call

overwhelming,
not enough,

a contradiction

my own thought of you is only one of love
so why is such a note so hard pluck
even though without a doubt
i know its the right note to be played
hesitation amazed
stunning
cant think of a saying
to capture your lovlieness today
Max Petersen May 2011
After so much time
you still cant be angry.

After all,

the only thing im guilty of
was observing your biology.
Max Petersen May 2011
I can do whatever i want
no matter how many times you collapse my wave
ill ride it on
till the crack in the horizon
gives way
to unimaginable colors
and perfect shapes
signifying things
beyond this space
but still close by
reality is in our mind
not something that is easily defined
Max Petersen May 2011
Why is it we forget
we get so caught up in each others eyes
we forget to look at the sky
we forget who we are
who we love
scold it.
Whats the price of your soul?
cause you sold it.
To the routine that makes men seem
to like killing everything

You better learn what your doing here.
cause if you don't know
your doomed to be
another phantom in this clustered place
always coming back
no matter how many times the stage dies
it has to repeat the building of this place
cause where else are we going to go
nowhere else can house a lost soul
the universe is the only place to go
anything else is so illogical.
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