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doctorI only heard you sing that one time A couple notes in a late afternoon hallway But I think That maybe it was enough to kill medoctor
They say that it gets easier That time is a healer Maybe they're right But I don't think I have that kind of time
I'm tired of the constant reminders We'll probably never see each other again You're ok with that Maybe that's what hurts the worst
by ~toastylewis
weights + measuresThe global disasters Don't frighten me Even half as much As the personal ones But if I were the last man on earth Would you hold my hand?weights + measures
by ~toastylewis
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On the LineI only tell the truthOn the Line
at two AM, when you wake up gasping and I'm already on the line as you pick up the phone,
even though all I do is murmur "I'm here" to your quiet voice softly begging me not to hang up
by ~ZoLu
There's a Trick to EverythingThis is the secret of walking on the water- something we all knew how to do, back when divinity was handed out like wine.There's a Trick to Everything
First, you must take off your shoes, because Nike will not call this one for you. Next, you curl your toes deep in the gritty, wet sand, let the waves course around your ankles,
splashing their salty trails across your face, reminiscent of something
you always felt was better forgotten.
And, of course, you take a step.
The rest, I'm afraid, you must remember on your own. Just think about the time &nb
by ~ZoLu
Back to FrontPeace Out Out of my head Head him off at the pass Pass me over for now, not hungry Hungry for so much more More than what you got Got there in your bowl Bowl full of cherries Cherries with stones Stones throw away Away from the door Door to another side Side of the line Line in the sand Sand castles blown by the wave Wave of emotion, well of feeling Feeling your skin and your breath Breath away, breath of fear Fear of falling into your arms Arms and bearings cocked Cocked and ready Ready for anything to come ComeBack to Front
by ~ZoLu
Tell Me, PleaseLet me tell you— Tell you about soaring in the skies. About glancing down to the pink and cream swirled center clouds. About flying until your ears pop in the belly of a metal behemoth looking through tiny windows at landscapes indiscernible.Tell Me, Please
Let me tell you— Tell you about falling. About staring straight ahead with the shades drawn because outside is too grim. About the blue-gray shale colored clouds clutching and pushing you down at too fast a pace. About oxygen getting to you faster than the peanuts.
by ~ZoLu
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Poor picker-pockets, bring them in
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"We'll drink the wine till the cup is dry,
And kiss the girls so they'll not cry,
And toss the dice until we fly
To dance with Jak o' the Shadows."
~Jordan.
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"We'll drink the wine till the cup is dry,
And kiss the girls so they'll not cry,
And toss the dice until we fly
To dance with Jak o' the Shadows."
~Jordan.
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