Slipping in the sleeves of my grandfathers corduroy jacket, Sliding in the shoes I wore when I met you; that fit without untying, and wrapping myself in the jade-colored blanket, quietly whispering that it will be alright. It is being honest to myself, knowing things wont change, being a dreamer, or falling in love with one, and experiencing her first touch. It is stretching to grow, reaching to learn, it is being dependant; once. it is being independant; forever but still being able to lean on another. It is having nothing to gain, Climbing over the next step, Rereading that old letter i kept, and knowing things will never be the same.
Suppose her body weathered near a riverbed, always at rest. Or suppose she sometimes wanted to get up, to make you breakfast, or surprise you with cookies, but never actually moved. Suppose, before you got home, nothing was put in its place, dirt stayed stranded on the floor, crumbs locked into clumps, that may even resemble your mother. You would never get disciplined for leaving your dirty socks in the living room. Then when you come home with red ink splattering your evaluation sheet, insinuations of unruly behavior, or when voices whisper that your mother doesn’t discipline you enough, it would be greeted by a stoney look The same one that she wore the Christmas when you gave her a present you made in Mrs. Gibbons' class; the same day your mother let you leave the house without a jacket on.
a dream of you is where it starts feelings reappear from the past the love I let go was really just postponed im away and you have grown memories remain in my mind i ask nothing nor i will your friendship makes me more than filled don't freak out im just high on a plane, in the sky meager, pointless, fruitless words forget it all, free the birds maybe its just a phase it will pass like the days curly hair i will forget and the taste of your lips
here i sit, awake again wishing you would touch my heart longing for our loves return only feeling my heart burn i can not let go of you nor can i hold on to you i pray for you every nite sweet dreams i pray for too dont let go of ur inner fire fallen angel guide me higher
i thought i was in love it was just a dream ur not the girl for me nor are u a queen u do it to me everytime i should take it as a sign did u know that u make me completely incomplete others said stay away what did i fuckin say? i loved u for what reason maybe it was just the season i was blinded by your light love i thought was my right its a joke now i know u stab better than a roe your cloud pants were so tight they made me think it was right were we ever in love twas it a lesson from above please go out with someone else and leave my heart on the shelf let a truer girl take it off member how u liked it rough is this just a game to play whyd u go fuck up my day ill get over this soon u wont be missed girls suck i know when they suck they really blow heres a tale of a boy whos heart was made into a toy pretend to care
The waves were lullabies, My alarm clock was the sunrise, I asked my father what we would taste next, what language, what fruits, what music. Our boat was moored upon the wharf of Kithira, and it was my job to tie the rope to the dock. How many others worry about their homes floating away? As I flew through the cobblestone streets, I was halted by eight skulls staring at my feet. An underground cavern housed these monk bones, and their antediluvian robes; the strands of weathered material faithfully hung on. The echos of hymns, sung before me; Lamentatio, Et egressus est a filia Sion. Memoirs of an ancient time gone, where the birds did not sing idly, but chirped with purpose, and they dined upon the scents of marigolds, and the ocean waves. Our bow stretched northward the next morning, and the mast reached altissimo, I would not forget what I saw, while Kithira slowly faded away.
The sunrays flame in my mouth; a desert. The polar gateway can conquer my quenching, The coke is mine, the fizz goose-steps along my nose, and the carbonation flees. A liberated tongue licks my lips, stealing the droplets of soda, and an old memory awakens. Coca Cola crates towered to the sky, as an accomplice of mine reached out like he could fly, and he did, for that one moment, a feather hanging in the air. Rollerblading in the football dome, we spent the night jumping over coke crates, braving the unforgiving concrete. His winged roller shoes that had once graced him with flight, grabbed onto them; his body's axis spun into a plight around those crates once full of the Coca Cola that playfully cavorted on my gratified tongue.
In Caillebotte's Rainy Day it is the mood that distinguishes this idle Sunday. The thalo blue droplets jump off the umbrella ledges plunging to the stone avenues of Paris. The faded vermillion buildings stay put while the hoi polloi melt away, year after year. The sky, a dirty ochre, weighs down upon every gentleman and gentlewoman's shoulder. Some go by carriages, some upon foot, yet it seems as if this moment is caught, and in it the gentleman's bleak black top hat knows it too. Somebody just tasted quietus, quietly, but noticed.
bittersweet is where it ends they all say lets be friends the very first showed me love shes confused, pushed and shoved then a girl stole it away though regrets it to this day theres another who had fun just a kiss, it was done theres another on her way shell be gone, end of may they are all the same trying just seems lame giving up soon shall i do yet to this day i miss you
Its been a week since I have seen you To hear your voice I know its true I really really loveth thee So lets not play this make believe You're my baby; my search is done That is what I tell everyone I would rather be alone than to try To find another girl to make me sigh The love was made under the eyes Of angels blessing our heart's ties No other person could fill your place God, I want to see your face By this time my tears are falling If you listen my heart is calling It cries the tears of tender love Come to me, my sweet dove.
You wrap yourself around me like a first grade lover, innocent to heartbreak, You are strong and brave despite the stone washing I could not take, You have confidence in senescence, or maybe it is the way you are relaxed when im all strung out. O honest blue, you never front, like your rich cousins tommy and calvin, who only worry about other's perceptions, And like a steadfast barrier, you shelter me from the bitterness of winter, and the remarks about my shaved legs. Or when i spill and tumble, you never point and laugh, but stand by my side, like a true friend, undaunted by my clumsiness. And when I am forced to dance with khaki or wool i won't forget that. O Earthy Blue, you two legged domicile who mantles the poor and styles the wealthy, You are the cloak in my fairy tale and have invested your life in me, so worry not, For I shall cherish you to the end.