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Saving Me From Myself I pray for this, I pray for that And wonder why I never get Or haven’t got The goals I set. Suddenly in one great burst One leap, Gone is the thirst And I feel cheap, See the task before my eyes - It’s just to bask, not analyze. I’m getting everything I need, The rest irrelevant indeed, And full of greed and ignorance, Requests of inborn arrogance, Destructive if un-timed. Instead I should be thanking It For waiting until I’ve been primed For It, and saving me From everything Unscheduled my self. Saving Me From Myself 5.14.2000 Pure Nakedness; To The Child Mystic; Arlene Corwin
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Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 6:26 AM UTC
Saving Me From Myself
What is the sound of love But sweet nothings I whisper to myself The sound of heartbreak But your silence When I say them. When is the time right To float on cloud nine When it is time To fall flat-faced on the ground. It stings To have a wrong fixed To be set free A pillow wet with tears. What is heartbreak But sweet everythings I whisper in your ear The sound of love But my words pounding Through your heart.
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Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC
Sweet everythings
I told you not to worry, everything’s alright. I’m here, watching raindrops trickle down the window pane, Making mountains out of molehills, hidden only by the night. Upon Primrose Hill, the city in sight, I’d live this moment again, and again. I told you not to worry, everything’s alright. I fear sometimes that all you see is a glowing red light, You’ll notice and whisper ‘don’t worry, fear is my domain’. Making mountains out of molehills, hidden only by the night. We’re two magpies that come together in flight. Your incandescent heart is a match for my incandescent veins, I told you not to worry. Everything’s alright. My words sometimes stutter, a sort of stage fright That sets in from my stomach through to my brain. Making mountains out of molehills, hidden only by the night. Under this blanket of stars, darling, sleep tight. This feeling I hold shall not wane. I told you not to worry, everything’s alright; (We’re just) making mountains out of molehills, hidden only by the night.
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC
Incandescent Villanelle