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The bruise on my hand from the needle
Still runs at three inches long
Funny, how things like that never fade
The tattoo that runs across my back
Has a span of six inches
And that’s the only thing that I want gone
I still read your letters
The ones that you wrote
Such a long time ago
And I hope that you know
You’re the first thing on my mind
The first thing in my eyes
The beach runs a discourse
Of sad used up love lines
And these lines play tricks on my eyes
I’m such a loser, begged for you
Then watched as you slipped away
(Did I do one damn thing to make you stay?)
I still read your letters
The ones that you wrote
Such a long time ago
And I hope that you know
You’re the first thing on my mind
The first thing in my eyes
And I can’t seem to let you go
These piano lyrics run changes in my head
You’re so far away, can’t you be here tonight?
Fly off the freeway and into my arms
From my heart, it’s where you always remain
I’ve said it a million times
I can’t deal with the lies
“We’re just best friends”
Well, best friends lost its meaning
I’m meaning I’m needing
Something more than this has become
I watch with tearful eyes
As you sit in my line
Of vision, it’s not what you think
You wonder why I’ve pushed you so far away
Don’t you know, dammit, why can’t you know?
I still read your letters
The ones that you wrote
Such a long time ago
And I hope that you know
You’re the first thing on my mind
The first thing in my eyes
And I can’t seem to let you go
I don’t need a reason, you’re always my reason
For breathing, I’m needing you here
Now that you’re gone, and you’re so far away
I just don’t know where I can belong
Come dry these sad eyes
It’s only you tonight
The one that I’m always thinking of
I still read your letters
The ones you never wrote me
(I wish that you wrote me)
A long time ago
And I hope that you know
You’re the first thing on my mind
The first thing in my eyes
And I don’t want to let you go
I just thought that you should know
I never want to let you go.
Still runs at three inches long
Funny, how things like that never fade
The tattoo that runs across my back
Has a span of six inches
And that’s the only thing that I want gone
I still read your letters
The ones that you wrote
Such a long time ago
And I hope that you know
You’re the first thing on my mind
The first thing in my eyes
The beach runs a discourse
Of sad used up love lines
And these lines play tricks on my eyes
I’m such a loser, begged for you
Then watched as you slipped away
(Did I do one damn thing to make you stay?)
I still read your letters
The ones that you wrote
Such a long time ago
And I hope that you know
You’re the first thing on my mind
The first thing in my eyes
And I can’t seem to let you go
These piano lyrics run changes in my head
You’re so far away, can’t you be here tonight?
Fly off the freeway and into my arms
From my heart, it’s where you always remain
I’ve said it a million times
I can’t deal with the lies
“We’re just best friends”
Well, best friends lost its meaning
I’m meaning I’m needing
Something more than this has become
I watch with tearful eyes
As you sit in my line
Of vision, it’s not what you think
You wonder why I’ve pushed you so far away
Don’t you know, dammit, why can’t you know?
I still read your letters
The ones that you wrote
Such a long time ago
And I hope that you know
You’re the first thing on my mind
The first thing in my eyes
And I can’t seem to let you go
I don’t need a reason, you’re always my reason
For breathing, I’m needing you here
Now that you’re gone, and you’re so far away
I just don’t know where I can belong
Come dry these sad eyes
It’s only you tonight
The one that I’m always thinking of
I still read your letters
The ones you never wrote me
(I wish that you wrote me)
A long time ago
And I hope that you know
You’re the first thing on my mind
The first thing in my eyes
And I don’t want to let you go
I just thought that you should know
I never want to let you go.
Literature
Birthright
1
Lay me, seated, at a table-faction of smiling dead: cadavers raising their forks and scalpels to their chests, gladly dining on themselves. Turn my head to that Roman rot; to the unknowing hairs of their long, unattached noses, strands overtaking the upturns of bottom lips; to the fingernails that question their place in the ranks of graves, and cusp the hollow of wine glasses like they do their own long-dissolved souls; and turn my head away from youespecially you, e sempre.
2
Yesterday I discovered the virility of your hands
(and not my own)
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Literature
Reflection Untrue
Look deep in the mirror, what do you see?
Is the person reflected who you long to be?
Something has changed, innocence has died
The scar covered body reveals the heart that lied
Stare into the eyes of the stranger unknown
Forever unloved, forever alone
Black lined eyes tell of nights unslept
So many helpless times of rivers wept
Steady wind blows out the candle of hope
She rubs the rageing burn made by the rope
She hangs a suicide note by a single nail
This time it'll work, I know I can't fail.
Looking out the window at the coldest mist
It is now time, the razors are guided to her wrist
They dance painfully until their work is d
Literature
Wrong Turn
Beautifully burnt tinderbox boy -
he returns his top-hat to the coat rack,
never once touching his sore, red scars.
He cries out for socialism to
take his shoe-shine hands to a lump of coal.
He doesn't need pushing, just pulling.
Full of fear, he can sleep, shivering.
More than once, a bloated fist has drawn blood;
drawn him out of restless solitude.
Not the sort of company you'd keep.
You've learnt to shine your own shoes, to avoid
even a chance meeting. Cold, cruel world.
Hardly. Pull another tooth, will you?
The fairy doesn't come down these alleys -
This is where they bring people to die.
Bad-blood. Grudges are cleared
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For my best friend- someone who I admire and love a great deal- AJ.
I was sent a few days ago to think, like a child sent to "time out" when they've done something wrong. Normally, I take these times, and throw things, get angry, tell the person who sent me off... etc. This time, I knew I'd gone too far. I had slipped away from myself. I'm still not back yet, but I've realized a lot in just a few days. Sometimes solitude is a perfect thing.
I used to believe in never holding back saying how you felt. To do so was the greatest wrong I could imagine. I wrote this tonight, on my keyboard (since I have a lack of piano right now). It's very soft, and I wish to God I could record it because I think it's the most beautiful entire "SONG" I have ever written and played.
So again, AJ, this is for you. I hope you know.. because it's true.
I was sent a few days ago to think, like a child sent to "time out" when they've done something wrong. Normally, I take these times, and throw things, get angry, tell the person who sent me off... etc. This time, I knew I'd gone too far. I had slipped away from myself. I'm still not back yet, but I've realized a lot in just a few days. Sometimes solitude is a perfect thing.
I used to believe in never holding back saying how you felt. To do so was the greatest wrong I could imagine. I wrote this tonight, on my keyboard (since I have a lack of piano right now). It's very soft, and I wish to God I could record it because I think it's the most beautiful entire "SONG" I have ever written and played.
So again, AJ, this is for you. I hope you know.. because it's true.
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lovely as always