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| "Kiss your head, don't say a thing. We'll live forever in books, Darling." |
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| Last Updated: March 11, 2003 |
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| So... I went on a little "writing hiatus", and I think I'm back on track now. Here you go. |
| "Deeper Still" 1/10/03 "I'll never escape your clutches," I say But sometimes I doubt myself, And I think that maybe someday... I pick at my eyelashes again, It's as pointless as believing that you're thinking of me. Take this shot. I'm open. Over, and over again. Reload. Bang. I promise I'll rise up again A little less life each time, But you'll call to me until I die. Mementos of sunny afternoons Of abandoned paths, Of familiar songs On your lips, On my mind... Bang, yet again. It was my shot this time. Severed my aorta. Bullseye. Again, and again. Sun-dried landscape of yellow and brown Stale dust. Warmth. Don't stop. Push me farther. A dry, blue sky is the largest piece left How'd I let you do it? How'd I let you sneak so far in? How did I welcome you so openly? Sign on the YMCA grips my thoughts, "Oppurtunity only knocks once, But temptation barges in." Am I still welcome to your memories? I don't fancy this hide-and-go-seek anymore. |
| N. Bruns Road A bombardment of questions... Too bad I was only at your disposal. Too bad you never told me you wanted more. Did you want to know more about who I am... who I was? My autopilot idealized you when my conscience wasn't looking. Your image was burned into my everyday dreams, and there was nothing I could have done to stop it. What would you change if you could? "Dig deeper with me," I plead in my imaginary state... My words fall on ears that don't realize how much I care.l I will never get what it is I think I want. But go on, impress me again Entertain me with your child-like leizure Don't forget to grab the wheel. I'll always crave your bittersweet taste, A perfect pilgrim's praise atop the number 18 painted on the road The adventures will me missed. I'll never take for granted the way that sun bounced off the pasture into a wormhole of light, In one last blaze, scorched that second of reality You and I were reality. |