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what's wrong with this orange. I'm flipping papers as I browse souls. I didn't understand anything you told me tonight. as if this is the night before an after.
I was recently speaking to my Dad about people we knew and he spoke of a man he once knew called Steve.
Woke up this early morning, bleary eyed and confused. Turned over and I remembered why I was up at 7am.
I picture Gran. I think of her sitting by the door suitcase in hand, Wondering if we had forgotten about her or just decided not to bother.
I woke with a sudden touch. It was my Mum, she told me to come downstairs. I walked into the living room. My sister was there,two nurses,my Mum and my Dad.
Meet me at that place,. The one that no one knew,. The place where we could stay,. No one, just me and you,. You know the way you used to smile,. We would smile and laugh together,.
Sleep now old friend, your gentle heart is still. Sleep and dream of calmer places, Sadder faces who loved you more Are left behind. Tired now, bouncing youth has gone, And a smaller world moves on.
Everything I ever learn I store inside my head. In tiny little boxes coloured yellow green and red. Most of it is good to use and therefore is free.
I watched as the whispering winds gathered around a previous me, as I took my final steps. The one I was watching did not know this. She stepped forwards, a smile opening on her face.
as I looked around at the terrible sight of burnt buildings, stray cars and trees that had finnaly rotted away I realise how long I have been around. this town never meant to look like this.
Letting the keys run past underneath my fingers I sat there quietly facing the piano. There were too many memories here, I thought. Too many that flooded my mind reminding me of his once existence.
Carousels twirl all around excited youth. I do not mind at all. Where tonight in a world full of thrills - it can carry me up, far above it all. It's a long way down from here to the sound.
Missing smile This is the second part of my young memories. Be warned this one is going deeper in to my head, as the title suggests there won't be many smile's.
~I'm moving house.
you miss the summer when sun blinked through trees, the blue grainy sky and saturated leaves, Running through meadows with your grubby knees, and,oh, Glances back and smiles from me, The corn...
Dear ___, Once when, We were; Young/ Loving/ Kind. We pronounced A love so dear. Blushing cheeks, Wet lips. A stolen kiss, Quick lift of a shirt. We were young. We were loving. We were kind.
As he looked down at her, the dark glow of the lamp bouncing off her silky skin in such a way as to make her the perfect image of sepia.
Here were we, walking trought the beach... "L" put his arm around me, and I felt myself as the happiest person in the world. I love him, and o hope - no, i'm sure - that he loves me so much too.
If there are sort of music can bring u back to the fixed time spectrum. If there are kind of music trigger ur steel trap spinning around nostalgia.
The Scholar He likes trains, they give him a chance to relax and just be. No pressure to publish. No students to encourage and develop and improve.
At night I wind down and pull my head off. Then I put my head in a box where I keep my special things.
We used to be best friends Hanging out in the parking lot like the day would never end.
You don't even remember, I'll never forget Your hands on my body, Your kisses on my lips. In that moment Of passion, drunken-love, I had it all. And it will have to be enough.
The stillness of the blood in my veins, pains my un beating heart. As my final breath hangs on free flowing chains, My fear is for now we must part.