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I am tired, heavy-footed, worn with wear I wear my hair
down long
Cold air blows through windows trying to nip the buds
long gone
I watch the cigarette smoke whip through the air currents
blue-grey
Saddened by the sun's insistence, shining on a day like
this day
I am rust, I am crushed metal, junkyard darkness, graveyard
sunset
I can't remember when I remembered what I'm trying so hard
to forget
Fire in oil drums replace the sun and the screaming and singing's
begun
I can't sing anymore, like Clancy can't, and the noise in my head's a
throb-thrum
down long
Cold air blows through windows trying to nip the buds
long gone
I watch the cigarette smoke whip through the air currents
blue-grey
Saddened by the sun's insistence, shining on a day like
this day
I am rust, I am crushed metal, junkyard darkness, graveyard
sunset
I can't remember when I remembered what I'm trying so hard
to forget
Fire in oil drums replace the sun and the screaming and singing's
begun
I can't sing anymore, like Clancy can't, and the noise in my head's a
throb-thrum
Literature
tired
the stars crumple,
going out one by one.
i slump in your eyes, longing for your arms,
like wet paper.
feelings swim coyly, koi-like, in my veins.
i open dry lips to tell you
but my words are smoke, all you hear is
ash and embers and
i sit quietly.
the flowers outside are waiting for rain.
it's been this way
for as long as i can remember.
Literature
Tired
Tired
The constant resistance
Restraining this pain
Depleted persistence
I'm weakening again
Starting to lose the fight
Longing just to give in
Waiting alone in the night
With thoughts lost within
I know the hope is gone
Cast off, floating away
I really should have known
This is how it would stay
A victim of my delusions
Shadows in a twisted mind
Haunting nocturnal illusions
I can't leave them behind
Left here in the silence
A chasm of spiralling doubt
Fuelled by internal violence
With no escape, no way out
Lost on the edge of control
One step away from breaking
The cracks across my soul
A step I'll end up taking
You
Literature
Tired of Waking
she scrawled heaviness
onto slices of the moon
so she could feel light.
that one-way journey
made all of her bones dry up;
she stopped using them.
she became a leech,
feasting on prehistories
of those she still loves.
blood-letting used to
be the cure for everything.
now she is just a...
premeditated,
flashy, honeyed, ironic,
pretty way to die.
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Jesus, why can't I just sleep?
(Snow becomes a warm blanket if you lie in it long enough.)
(Snow becomes a warm blanket if you lie in it long enough.)
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reading this at 7 AM, not having slept yet (ugh).
that first line, the bit that goes " . . . worn with wear I wear my hair" just had me; had to read and reread.
love the alliteration and homophones and repeated rhymes, and how the rhythm feels so natural.
will definitely be back to read more--after a good long rest so I can pay attention.
that first line, the bit that goes " . . . worn with wear I wear my hair" just had me; had to read and reread.
love the alliteration and homophones and repeated rhymes, and how the rhythm feels so natural.
will definitely be back to read more--after a good long rest so I can pay attention.