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the morning wake-up call from a horrifying dream sequence the kind where you slowly sit up in silence & stare at the wall too shocked to make a sound the nightmare was in itself normal everyone was kind to me but it felt untrue they all had daggers hidden deep in their palms ready to strike at my slightest faltering I made my coffee and dove into the online world where he found me as a green dot on the screen sought me out and mentioned that fate had once again not been our mutual friend & he had walked in my mother's door just as I had left the other day the tears welled up casting colorlessly behind my hair I knew it too I saw his car hiding in the back but I kept on driving I had to go I had to go now my hands are shaking another outcome of too much java & not enough sustenance he kept asking what was wrong what was wrong its all wrong, honey & I'm two short tiptoes from driving into an open field clutching unharvested crops & screaming until my lungs give out I should have stayed
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May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 12:47 PM UTC
jml90
.make up your mind.
the morning wake-up call from a horrifying dream sequence the kind where you slowly sit up in silence & stare at the wall too shocked to make a sound the nightmare was in itself normal everyone was kind to me but it felt untrue they all had daggers hidden deep in their palms ready to strike at my slightest faltering I made my coffee and dove into the online world where he found me as a green dot on the screen sought me out and mentioned that fate had once again not been our mutual friend & he had walked in my mother's door just as I had left the other day the tears welled up casting colorlessly behind my hair I knew it too I saw his car hiding in the back but I kept on driving I had to go I had to go now my hands are shaking another outcome of too much java & not enough sustenance he kept asking what was wrong what was wrong its all wrong, honey & I'm two short tiptoes from driving into an open field clutching unharvested crops & screaming until my lungs give out I should have stayed
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Impossibilities in my head, Truths in my hand, I walk alone in the desert, Your memories like the sand, Flow all the way, Through the masquerade. Days and months, crammed in my head, The shards fall through my hands, As I remember, Your eyes like the shimmering sun, I’m lost somewhere, Deep inside my charade, As the fragments slip by, I’m lost inside your eyes, Images and words, I’d breathe in the past, And as the ocean overruns, All my bridges back to you, I’ll stare into the silence, Tonight I won’t last, Without you, Without you. The theater of my dreams, Echoing empty feelings, Stranger things have happened, Still I can never walk free, Pretending, You never happened, The crimson tide flows, Colorlessly through my eyes, I may be the one to blame, But this is all too much, To take in, And the cuts only deepen. As the fragments slip by, I’m lost inside your eyes, Images and words, I’d breathe in the past, And as the ocean overruns, All my bridges back to you, I’ll stare into the silence, Tonight I won’t last, Without you, Without you.
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Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 11:09 AM UTC
thestonedog
Without You
Impossibilities in my head, Truths in my hand, I walk alone in the desert, Your memories like the sand, Flow all the way, Through the masquerade. Days and months, crammed in my head, The shards fall through my hands, As I remember, Your eyes like the shimmering sun, I’m lost somewhere, Deep inside my charade, As the fragments slip by, I’m lost inside your eyes, Images and words, I’d breathe in the past, And as the ocean overruns, All my bridges back to you, I’ll stare into the silence, Tonight I won’t last, Without you, Without you. The theater of my dreams, Echoing empty feelings, Stranger things have happened, Still I can never walk free, Pretending, You never happened, The crimson tide flows, Colorlessly through my eyes, I may be the one to blame, But this is all too much, To take in, And the cuts only deepen. As the fragments slip by, I’m lost inside your eyes, Images and words, I’d breathe in the past, And as the ocean overruns, All my bridges back to you, I’ll stare into the silence, Tonight I won’t last, Without you, Without you.
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