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Patrick McCombs May 2011
Water crept up on the rocks
Soaking our already damp shoes
Seeping into our socks
we throw them off not much to lose
The water crashes onto our skin
Shocking them with a biting cold
And we can't help but grin
The warm air suffocating us
We take the plunge
And without a fuss
and soak it up like a sponge
The water so cold and clean
And warm laughter pierces the air
Its so serene
and we don't have a care.
Patrick McCombs May 2011
A string of blooming flowers, bright and fast like a wildfire
The sun dims as it begins to tire
Its fleeting light bouncing around the wood
Where a shrine of ancient trees have always stood
And the flowers are veils on a stunning bride
A true beauty that you can not hide
The roses burn like a fire storm
As the sunlight is still warm
The sun now fallen
The moon has begun its calling
Patrick McCombs Apr 2011
our fingers interlace
we stare into deep space
and liquid dreams swim through our eyes
and we imagine bright orange clouds and purple skies
we concoct secret alphabets
and hope that neither of us forgets
the fire in our eyes burn brightly tonight
and all i have is you in my sight
Sitting on the midnight grass
we watch the over head stars pass
i've never felt so tiny yet so large
so helpless yet so in charge
the world cast its weight upon my back, yet i'm light as a feather
I could walk in a blizzard in shorts without much care for the weather
you make me do amazing things
i love you and all the trouble it brings
but its small compared to happiness i feel
you make the impossible real.
Patrick McCombs Apr 2011
Taking swigs from the bottle all bitter and sweet
Half lit eyes, were dead, dead on our feet
All twisted inside and in our minds
We battle demons of all different kinds
The sun will rise as always
Following us as we trek across life’s highways
Driven by some unknown hunger
Something to make us feel younger
To feel alive again
and not old woman and men
To little girls and boys
playing in yards with little toys
We look at the bottom of our flask
and we don’t know who to ask
it seems we need a new mask
Patrick McCombs Mar 2011
Watching TV with the volume turned down
Your asleep on my shoulder wearing your night gown
Your fingers are interlaced with mine
On the table theres an empty bottle of wine
Outside the rain pelts the glass
You subconsciously squeeze my hand as we wait for it to pass
A thunderstorm in the middle of spring
You're not used to this kind of thing
You start to shake and i bring you close into my chest
I hold you tight, hoping you would get some rest.
You wake up and i get the ice cream
and we talk about what we dream
We talk about what we love and what we fear
We talk about the things we hold dear
we talk about life and love
and the things up above
We talk until we fall asleep to the hum of rain
and we hold each other and keep sane.
Patrick McCombs Mar 2011
The bullets fall like rain
People bleed all the same
Trapped in a house no way out
Filled to the brim with fear and doubt
Hear the planes roar up above
Look inside your a dying dove
Their two faced. left you here to die
Just a small piece of the American pie
No one knows the way you cried
No ones on your side
Its easy to do things in the dark
So aim true and hit your mark
Patrick McCombs Mar 2011
Laying in the endless grass
Just waiting for time to pass
Time slowly moves
Its runs in well worn grooves
The sky bleeds a bright red
Some things are best left unsaid
People talk and say nothing
useless words are unloving
Thats why i sit in silence
Because half said words lead to violence
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