my stuff

  • strobe lights

    storms like strobe lights slide through a valentine sky every girl i can think of has a hand upon her thigh a man to make her happy at least a reason not to cry hold the kiss in through the door stop to laugh while fingers try to work their dresses to the floor breathe…

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  • addict

    if i speak all i speak is a lie i guess all the skeptics were right can’t believe how hard i have to try to keep from calling her tonight i have excuses, i call them fair a list of reasons i should dial but of course she’s never there a distance not measured in…

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  • the problem with hope

    i must explain what i can’t ignore a love that i’ve always apologized for hope’s in the corner with her fingers crossed wisdom tells her to get lost but every night she speaks to me i used to memorize her stories like closed eyes over a cake candle wish like those moments i thought i…

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  • dan

    dan is a boy with a broken heart a girl that he loved wouldn’t requite dan would be offended to hear the story told so black and white dan is afraid that he’s normal for this is the first time he’s tried people feel this every day but that fact dan denies he thinks he…

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  • sometimes

    sometimes it sounds like silence not many words could be as cruel sometimes it sounds like a siren or smells like jet engine fuel sometimes it stings like an open wound sometimes it’s a numb touch sometimes it gets more than it’s earned sometimes it takes too much and it can seem like a new…

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  • what man

    what man would fight an army what man would stand alone hearing the predictions facing unbeatable foes but love, now here i stand drawing shallow breath outnumbered by the hopeless facing certain death i refuse to say i’m sorry of love i’m not ashamed i do not fear the falling when i speak your name…

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  • used to dream

    i used to dream that she would notice the deep down man i thought i was people say they put personality first but no one really does i used to dream that she would find a trace of my heart, warm from the fire and she’d press it to her cool cheek i dreamt i…

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  • easy riddles

    there are 360 ways to tell our story but they all end up with ‘goodbye’ look at it from every angle sort out the truth from your lies i am bitter and i’m sorry for whatever part i played love can seem so real though only a charade you are blind when i am pointing…

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  • tracked in the trail of my tears

    i do not seek the sound of your laughter though you still make my heart beat faster i do not bottle joy to pour on you i have seen everything you’re willing to do i found you bright, i found you lacking a castle walls with signs of cracking you had your flaws, i had…

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  • statue

    last night i was reminded why i’m trying to forget you i dreamed i saw you standing in my dream you were a statue i was walking in a crowd you’ve never been alone they all stepped aside you were set in stone felt a camera in my hand i held it to my face…

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