last chance
coleen
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i'm exhausted from swallowing words
and choking on my own heart
fueled by hope and faith and dreams and love
a blaze begins raging through me
i can't contain it anymore
and i am drinking down the ocean
to quench this burning in my chest
it is not enough
so i must move on to the seas
but they don't fill me
and the rivers of my tears
won't end the hollow ache
because i'm empty
and i've burned through all my faith
burned through all my hope
dreams have become smoke
and i am ashes from this blaze within me
and the slow burn of nowhere
of nobody
of nothing
and its burned me to the ground
til i am dust
though once i'd been a phoenix
and i'd raised up the best of what was left of me
all was essence and it was pure and it was all i had to give
thats all gone now
i've been the air, i've tried to be the sea, i've been a rampant fire
though not a one has worked for me
the last chance, of the earth is what i'll be
perhaps i'll be a flower or perhaps i'll be a tree
and choking on my own heart
fueled by hope and faith and dreams and love
a blaze begins raging through me
i can't contain it anymore
and i am drinking down the ocean
to quench this burning in my chest
it is not enough
so i must move on to the seas
but they don't fill me
and the rivers of my tears
won't end the hollow ache
because i'm empty
and i've burned through all my faith
burned through all my hope
dreams have become smoke
and i am ashes from this blaze within me
and the slow burn of nowhere
of nobody
of nothing
and its burned me to the ground
til i am dust
though once i'd been a phoenix
and i'd raised up the best of what was left of me
all was essence and it was pure and it was all i had to give
thats all gone now
i've been the air, i've tried to be the sea, i've been a rampant fire
though not a one has worked for me
the last chance, of the earth is what i'll be
perhaps i'll be a flower or perhaps i'll be a tree
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Of the earth, my love, such a wonderful choice! Never give up!
Or the workings of pen over paper, hands over keys…
But all pushed by and received of our imaginations
And transformed into a daily reality
Sometimes
I need to step away from words
And play in the dirt
And hum a little wordless tune
Just to retrieve that which is actually,
Tactually, little ole me
AND NOT
The hybrid goddess-slug
My words and imagination would have me be
supersweet, coleen!