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 Jan 2014 Shelby Murray
Natasha
There are angels
In your angles
There's a low moon
Caught in your tangles
There's a ticking
At the sill
There's a purr of a pigeon
To break the still of day,
As on we go drowning
Down we float away
Away..
The Decemberists
 Jan 2014 Shelby Murray
Jay
10- It went too fast
9- Nothing changed
8-  I'm full of regret
7- It didn't get better
6- I'm not a better person
5- Where is everybody
4- I'm still just dying
3- Things will still be the same
2- I'm still alone
1- I hope to God this one is better

HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Every year.
With every second that passes by, these all rush through my head.
And for some reason, I always think the next year will be different.
How foolish of me.
 Jan 2014 Shelby Murray
Natasha
In & out
Hearts collide and pound
You've opened my door
For things I never imagined
I could indulge in before
You play at my gates; as we let time escape
Just run away with me babe
Let's just get high & drive  
Into dawn, dusk or the night sky

We are but the typical teenage dream
Living life on the edge
Day by day
Sets our damaged hearts at ease
For I could never imagine living a life more blessed
And happier moments than these; for they are simply timeless.
 Jan 2014 Shelby Murray
Jay
I crossed my fingers
and my heart fluttered
because I made a wish
that you could come back.
And oh, how I longed to make that
tiny part of your heart
that belonged to me
whole again.
 Dec 2013 Shelby Murray
Natasha
Drifting on a steady tide

                    Of euphoric teal,

Abroad the dozing sea

In broad daylight, my heart solely yearns to feel;
That
           kick-
                   started
backwards            flipped,
        butterfly
& honey-
                 dipped
Choking-on-my-words sensation
Smooth talking me,
    to maximum elation
Move your steady hand
Upwards,
         along the seam
Of my glitter covered, purple faerie
Ripped,
        skinny jeans
                                May our love take us to cloud 9
Bodies pulsing in the drivers side
Hips glide; perfect, precise
Against the window of the frigid outside
As I
Climb into the backseat
Eye to eye,
                   find your breath on my lips
                                       my hand under your hips
       Your exhalation is my favourite high
Teasing *****, electrify this body baby

                          Push
                         it
                             deep
                     inside
                  of
                     me
            please?

I bite your lip, always a tease
Mind enthralled, car hazy

                                 Harder sir,
                     you've kept me waiting.

                                                                  Yes,
                      oh

                                        please
                
              Daddy can you feel me squeeze?

I feel your body
I feel your heart
I feel your thoughts
I feel your soul
But you're the only thing in this entire world
That makes me feel like I've lost control
This perfect state of pleasure
Lips loose,
                 hips roll
Heavy heaving intakes
Of cigarette perfume
Drifting past the rings of your
amber-gold,
They find my softened eyes
You lean in
to whisper against
my neck
                 "I will love you until the end of time."
The opening and slamming of doors was a final symphony I was definitely happy with
Leave
And come.

“Marvin!”
Oh God Marvin please come here to hear my last words
Before I walk out in front of a bus.

Quiet, old man. You’re not talking sense.
You’re not going to walk out in front of a bus
Because there are no buses anymore.
You’re not going to die
Because I am death
And so are you.
Don’t be sad, old chap. It just happens.

“Maria!”
Save me from these nightmares
Tell me I’m dreaming
Tell me I’m dreaming

I’m weak
I’m weak
Oh Maria…

Hush, hush there dear.
I am near.
I am your moon and your sun,
You won’t go until your done,
So calm and sleep,
Relax hands and feet;
Look at my smile,
It smiles for you
Look at my eyes
You are but few

Who have seen them.
For Patricia Beer, who finally succumbed to her scarred lungs, and to William "Billy" Beer who had to go on living without her
 Dec 2013 Shelby Murray
Sebastian
A face riddled with bruises
Clothes like rags on dolls
Tis not life he chooses
There's nowhere left to fall

He sleeps out on the street
With news to keep him cozy
No shoes upon his feet
No pockets filled with posy

It wasn't always like this
His life was once a pleasure
A wife that he'd keep happy
At the lengths of any measure

But one morning he woke up
And everything seemed fine
John got a cup of coffee
And drank it up by nine

He headed into work
With suitcase in his hand
But just outside his office
Was an unfamiliar man

He asked John for some money
Anything would do
But John, he simply smiled
And bid the man adieu

But just as John was leaving
The man stood up and yelled
And with sorrow I must tell you
That's when our dear John fell

For this man he told dark lies
A trickster with long sleeves
A demon in disguise
The devil if you'd please

But last do not feel sorry
Do not wet your eyes
For today it is Johns birthday
And it's the day John Miller dies
This is loosely based off a short story I'm writing and I kind of had fun with it!


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