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Natasha Adorlee Sep 2010
oh i'd like to drive an escalade
but my feet can't reach the ground-
i am sure it was only yesterday
money rained like drops in a drought.

well that's life, that's life,
no, yeah-
that's life, that's life.

this heart leaked flames into the sky
so the gas man shut it down-
now it shoots to aim but it shoots with doubt
you were good but your fire drowned.

well that's life, that's life,
no, yeah-
that's life, that's life.
Natasha Adorlee Jun 2010
you sleep.
awake. these eyes stare into the thick wall of fog
surrounding the building.
the city has vanished
into pixelated water drops floating by my window-
there is no way out.

you sleep.
awake. these eyes watch a whole season of Skins-
Tony was hit by a truck-
season finale.
no solution,
no way out.

you sleep.
you are not here, but you are in your bed sleeping
and dreaming,
or possibly just stage 4 sleeping
with no intervals of florescent scenes-
it is no matter.
i am far away, reeling
in my bedroom
which is deceiving in name alone.

you sleep.
I lie awake, night peering. night scheming. night dreaming
with eyes wide and white and ready
for a new lover to come and call.
although the story doesn't behove us all
and maybe it's not a lover I seek at all
but some collection of contentment
to make steady eyes grow weary
under the heavy potion of security
that could come with drowsy resolutions,
but never will come.
at least not
for me.
Natasha Adorlee May 2010
An Ode to my greatest love, Sleep.
May you never grow tired.

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Every time I wake up
I just want to make up,
Another reason
To be with you.

Me, you.
Traveling fast down floating hallways.
So many doors of possibility,
Free and expensive outlets
For us to spend invisible cash-
Which is really diamond factories
In my fingers and with every touch
There lingers,
Glittering particles in our wake.

Lets go to far away concrete jungles
Or wander fast on psychotropic trips to
Miniature red rocked planets
Where the struggle for good begins and
An ominous unknown looks down from the sky.
I’ll play the star
Of this mini soap drama,
While you keep your vigilant eye on the time.

I am the bird
You, my gilded cage.
And with every mornings rising-
I fly away
From these neon dreams
And the supernova of music
That casts a glimmer into the meat
Of my eyes
And makes the doldrums,
The ** hum,
Of everyday living-
Of pastel landscapes-
And hetchy sketched lines
On strangers faces,
Pull me down, where I am drowning
Into the gum spotted ground.

At times
I lay lingering
In the fresh blood
Of our latest retreat,
Our greatest victory-
Our heartbreaking defeat,
Hoping that this time,
This time,
will be the last,
will be our greatest
and never be surpassed.
Morning will never come
To break the storming stream
Of our fantastic dreams
And wake me to meet
Another gray and paling daytime scheme.

Yet with every journeys end,
a new day does begin
and rise-
I suppose I do
with a mourn in my throat
for the places we could go
but that will have to wait
until the lush blanket of your love
lays heavy on my breath
once again,
and reunited, feeling good
we propel away
on new shimmering webs
dangling far from realities clutch
into fantasies sweet touch.

Sleep, my love,
it is you I choose to pursue,
Because every time I wake up
I just want to make up,
Another reason
To be with you.
Natasha Adorlee May 2010
Sometimes it hurts.
So badly, inside.

To think of him.
The way he died.

No words can confide.
No words can confide.
Natasha Adorlee May 2010
For my father. You'll always be with me.

The car dashboard
radiated a deep bass blue.
Buzzing all around
was the steady hum of sleep.

Except for me-
Except for him-
Our eyes awake and focused
on the moon cast highway.

Usually there would be music
or a sibling argument ready to burst-
But here, between us, there was only
the bouncing melody and harmony of our voices.

Tangled in my young eagerness
I told him my great plans for the future
and with every monologues end
he’d turn to me with a father’s proud grin-

And shine two glossy, sky-tinted eyes upon me.

Always looking to the stars for guidance
because for us, they were no longer just in reach,
but companions in this soothing night ride to a place
where all the attractions, all the gimmicks-

Could never give us this.
Natasha Adorlee May 2010
Come and take the drab away
from these 4 walled days
and the florescent gaze-
give me someone to laugh with-
someone to reside with-
who will never want anything more
then for us to lay head to head on the floor
with our record collection in fingertips reach
and soft carpet for our well thought
nostalgic feats,
in remembering the name of that guy
who wrote that song
that together we can hum along-
yet we’ll never remember the title of-
but ****, that man sure could sing.
Natasha Adorlee May 2010
Remembering one night in Shanghai. Feeling like all those love letters being rung dry after years cast out on the paper sea. So many pretty fishes, so many pretty words of ink, and those chattering night birds in the lumbering trees, that there's enough pretty to fill the holes of our modern sound. So pretty, all these precious things. So pretty are these breakable things.
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