the shoebox
suede
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i have your silverware...
your underwear...
a box of you...
is in my room.
save me...
it's scary...
all these things...
laugh at me.
your dishes...
your kisses...
i was not...
one of your wishes.
a box of you...
is in my view...
pictures of you...
pictures of you...
copyright 2003 kNb/suedecrush
your underwear...
a box of you...
is in my room.
save me...
it's scary...
all these things...
laugh at me.
your dishes...
your kisses...
i was not...
one of your wishes.
a box of you...
is in my view...
pictures of you...
pictures of you...
copyright 2003 kNb/suedecrush
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she wanted plates and other tableware
but you gave her gates to pass through
classes to matriculate and late passes
when she couldn't wait to find out when
the date could be....she's just a she
giver her time....and rhymes....
and boxes full of tissues
with designs
and boxes full of yous and other stuff
take her to the turf and give her rein
she will disdain you lest you crest the waves of mishfall
where she'll leave you weave you leave you crestfallen
stolen bought and bartered
lest you bite her garter
she'll have you bite her bit
don't take no shit
from her
one of many things i never knew.
but i'll take those dishes you have for me to give her,
even though i know i'll never see her.
i bought her paper plates and paper dreams,
now my Heart is bursting open at the seams.
no glasses to practice her throwing crashes,
just paper cups and paper dreams,
now can you see?
these paper cups can't hold the weight of water.
she's just a she, and i'm just a he.
all themore reason for her to leave.
i gave her time,
and this IS that rhyme.
i really miss you,
i need more tissues,
i have some issues.
this shoebox is heavy,
like lead in my belly.
i took her for a drive out in the rain,
we built a sandcastle...
and destroyed it the same day.
.........
thanks for that ISN
and burns things at breakfast, cursing
not knowing that the kites
she flew last night
were built by you....
you drove thru deserts
and made a trip to timbuktu
with her but then she wanted
katmandu....a new you
a different you...the same one
that she knew....she wanted
the desert to be her house...
and the beach to be her bed
you swallowed lead and bullets and ore
she swore and threw your stupid love away
she prays that she'll find herself
and washes delft...
dreaming of China in the morning
she fills cups of you
you fill cups of mourning...
not anymore.
she still sees all the things that i never did see.
the mornings
well, they're always grey,
and rainy,
perfect weather for burning if you ask me...
though she was good at burning the bisquick.
i can't keep up with you or your kites,
maybe because i didn't sleep at all tonight.
but you made me feel...
something...
something good...
like you understand...
that i'm not alone...
that you know how it feels when a home is never really...
a Home.
i painted her in Blue once, okay, twice...
kinda reminds me of the time i built that kite.
i got lost in Fenton,
with all these sentences,
never forming a complete thought.
and i drove in the rain,
for days and days,
alone...in October...
she never wanted a new me,
never even wanted the old.
i wish it was true...
what you've written,
but it's not.
unless it's you...
that was her,
but it's not.
she wanted a house, up on hill...
up north, here in Michigan...
off to the side, dirt road...
you know how it goes.
two cats in the window,
dog in the yard.
i was never part of that picture.
yeah, she threw my stupid Love away,
and what did i do?
i just wrote of the way two birds sway...
in the middle of the ocean...all day.
she never did find herself,
but she found him,
not too far from where she last left him.
you know the story...
the one about the guy that didn't want her.
i'm fairly certain those stories all end up the same now.
i got your letter,
gonna go read it now.
maybe have a drink,
it's now seven in the morning...
my cup is waiting...
ISN....you are great. seriously. the last two, especially the last one, have to be the best things i've ever read that i can relate to. wow. it's like you wrote something for me knowing exactly how i feel, the exact situation, expressing it better than i could....i'm really just blown away right now. damn.
you are a cul-de-sac....a quiet street
a dream of hazel in a kentish town
a dream of feathers and a soft-quilt-down
you are a child....who scribbles rough
of times and rhymes and sinks in dough
of doubting dreaming desperate sewing
patches on the dreams you know....
you took your dreams and traded them for love
and love you found and love is like a dove
it finds you wanting....wanting.....wanting white-
washed houses where the smell of pine
to run through hands the needles fine
to run through children's hands that you begot
you let her look....but, baby, you're no Lot...
she took your love and threw it on a pile
where now it grows in exponential style
and like a beanstalk reaches up to heaven
and teaches us the meaning of the seven
lessons.....one, you loved her
two....you dreamt
three......she's lovely....
four.....you went....
five....alive
six.....quick fix.....
seven....heaven
you are the Avenue,
where Red Love is true.
and you...
you never made a sound,
even when you turned my smile upside down.
and you...
you were my Blue crayon,
the one i never let leave my hand.
and you...
you were my dream,
in the gloom,
in the gleam...
you sold my dreams into slavery.
no white doves,
rather a Blue bird with a broken wing,
that cannot sing.
pine needles pierce my Heart,
like the ones at Christmas times...
stuck in the carpet.
the warm grass stains your hands,
the ones you use for walking...
all over me.
that pile of me has long since burned,
and i'm writing here...and i never learned.
i just wanted to talk, and all i got was this beanstalk.
there is no heaven, when i'm stuck with hurt,
i talked to Jesus, and all i got...
was this lousy t-shirt.
i was the bees-knees, Jack...mr. beanstalk man,
it's way past seven,
and it's thundering in heaven.
can you teach me how to whisper like a boy...
when the worst news...
comes true...
?
cat got your tongue
I can teach you how to run Forrest
run run run
I am not the farmer's wife
I left my life
a while ago....
I found a farm
a plot
a plough
and so I sew and sew and sew
I sew in velvet now and silk
and suede....altho
I'm never swayed
the argument remains
I think you know
I held your dreams
i don't have the key to your door,
i don't know the words to say.
and just around the bend,
is another seaside.
time to earn my fins,
and find my wife...
but she has a butcher's knife.
we've fallen for everything...
when the twin towers crumbled liked suede.
how did i end in this state, Dear Kate?
is this real life,
or the end of the world?
i wanted you to stay, just the other day.
but i'm not a golden boy,
i don't know the words to sway.
i don't have the Heart to decoy,
when i'm on your diving board,
waiting to be adored.
will you find me offshore,
or on your sea floor?
i want to belong, is this my swan song?
i remember everything from that day,
when i watched the twin towers fade...
how did we end in this state, Dear Kate?
is this real life,
or the end of the world?
we're falling for everything,
there's no one to dissuade.
i wish all of those people had stayed...
in real life...
i've fallen for everything,
but i remain unswayed.
can you help me out of this state, Dear Kate?
back to real life...
back to your world...
-kNb >08.21.03<
i had to post this old one of mine for the obvious references...okay...now i'll reply...
when once you were my swan and I your pen
but you have taken me to the beyond
and now (if I can be so bold) this pond
is bigger than I thought it could
since first you wrote my name in feather'd blood
I have the quill I took it from your hand....
and Kate will have
whatever Kate demands....
leave off your pining....
and your needled love
I feint and faint and paint
but in my kiddish glove
(my yiddish trove)
I hold but vases pitchers....jugs
of love
and dacquiri banana boats of moats of castles
tasselled trains of trains of trains of trains
will you fire another missile?
tongue-tied,
my mouth's dry.
i'll run with Forrest,
we'll hide in a forest,
of Love Love Love...
and you're burnt,
like cinders,
and you're white,
like winter.
i met my wife,
she had a butchers knife,
and she carved a new life...
for me.
in the city,
in the sun,
where i live...
in the thumb.
she never was my wife,
at least...not in real life.
down on the farm,
i never meant to do you harm,
but i did,
and you dug,
a grave,
for us.
in a home...
so far away from my own.
i remember when you said,
my head felt like suede,
and you touched it everyday,
i remember what you felt like...
and you said i was so felt-like.
you held my dreams,
in a double-rainbow it seems.
i think you know...
i don't want you to go.
i never wanted you to go...
i don't want you to go...
a tall black hat
to leave on the last pew
right at the back
of where you leave this cross
that now you carry
I am not there
I never will yet marry
your wedding and the funeral
all the days
you owe it to yourself
and me, a friend,
at last to distant waters
now to send the ghost
the most you have
within....the heart of you
is paining like my pin
beneath a mattress
and another one
I wish you would forsake her
and move on
you say you knew me then.
i was so innocent...we were so innocent.
if i was your swan, then you were my song,
you were my pen,
and you are all over again.
it's okay,
i know i want too much,
and i take too much,
i only want to know why...
i do it too much.
my needled Love,
has pierced my purple blood.
you feint your faint,
like money in the bank.
my needled Love,
with the damage done,
paints mistakes,
like kids drowning in lakes.
my needled Love,
paints your face,
in purple,
and i shade your cold lips,
the ones i long to kiss.
Kate, Dear Kate,
where have you gone?
you're still the one i dream of.
you're the one who's hand i held...
when you were wearing kids' gloves.
save some of your Love for me,
even though i prefer strawberry dacquiri's,
i'll have what you're having,
even if it's not meant for me.
i'll drink you up,
when you're coming like a train...
full-speed in the rain.
and i just can't get enough...
when all the skies were grey
and I was blue
when first he trampled through my trodden threshold
and lay me down with an eternal fleshhold
what are you that it bothers me to know
that all I love is something yet to grow...
a stupid wish....a served-up fish....
I could not bear another inch of him...
he wrecks me as he wrenches
and presses me to powd'ry benches
I love him ever....always ever will
and how could he appear yet still
and still.....
and I can't think right now....who was the boy
you finish what you start
or else my heart
will savage you
outside my door.
they sound obscene,
like machinery.
they have a stove for me,
like the one you've seen.
my stove...my cross.
what's worse...then loss?
you'll never marry,
and i'll never marry.
now this cross that i carry,
is getting too heavy.
these days,
all look the same in the end.
when it's you,
that i'd rather wed.
when it's me,
that rather was dead.
i owe it to you,
and the Love you leave,
to promise someone,
a better day...
even if that someone is me.
you're not the first friend,
to wish the best for me.
you're not the first friend,
to tell me to go...just leave.
so i'm going...
i'm gone.
i'm out in the ocean,
swimming with my ghosts and,
memories of nothing,
when i thought they were something.
deep in this Heart of me,
is a broken down painting machine.
deep in this Heart of mine,
from another time,
when you were mine...
there is something...
but it is you that has forsaken me.
so i'm going...
and i'm gone...
goodbye, my Love...
goodbye.
about how you're going to go-go-go
I knew a dancer once a man
he was punch-drunk...and so I am
punch-drunk with love
and I can't take no more....
I wanted it....but that was way before
I knew it would allow my shore to be
a landing place for all the good and free
habituates of hell who want from me
true love.....leave off....I've had enough
I took him in....a diamond in the rough
I took the other....now you see it's three
and now....you see....there is no room for me....
I'm off to paddle in my shallow depths
how can I saddle him - his shadow-self
haunts everything.....I sleep with heart a-churning
and cinders that I am.....I'm cinders burning....
I can't pin down the feelings that betray me....
but yet....go now...go quick....or else you'll sway me
used to be a Home.
it's grown so cold,
just like the emptiness in you.
now i sleep on the floor,
with you by my side,
but i didn't know...
it would be the last time.
i haven't seen your face,
not since last April.
i know that you have tried to replace,
my Love but were unable.
a true friend never leaves a friend to stand,
alone in the shadows.
but i didn't know...
the shadows were creeping in slow...
if i was some kind of man,
none of this would happen.
and if it's true that you would stay,
none of this would happen.
i know, it's ashame...
this empty Heart,
used to have a spark.
it used to be so pure,
now it's tainted with the flesh of you.
there was a time,
when i could read your mind,
...even though i was blind.
i hope one day i'll know,
a Love that never grows cold...
it'll never grow old.
until that day,
i'll sleep on the floor,
alone with the emptiness in you...
with you not by my side.
don't you close that door.
without a Kiss before you go...
before you walk away...
i already know,
you're not coming back today.
this empty view,
used to be of you.
this gravel road,
used to lead to you.
this emptiness,
reminds me we're though.
we're through....through....through...
cos you are a ghost
I through you lived my life the most
the mast I flew you on
has broken twain
and always find you ever yet the same
I knew you when you chillblains blew and warmed
I found you and my love you wore adorned
you wore me wear me out...get out....now leave
I need you more than all I ever 'trieved
'cept the babe whose eyes are growing large
the child I formed when into life he barged
from my small womb
my tomb is open yet....
when is the love I find that I forget
I find I cannot think of lovers now
the child within my womb has air to grow
and all the worrying that leaves me wrecked
shall be on this babe spent....
so go get fecked
go away.
she never meant to say...
and she never wanted to stay...
and she never wanted to sway.
but she caught herself,
in the midst of a falter,
when for a split-second,
she thought you were her altar.
a landing place for the brave,
and the burial ground for one man's name...
the one that lived inside...
only long enough until he came.
you were the one that wanted to know,
but you were also the one that told me to feck off...
to just go go go.
and you wanted it? you wanted what? this?
no, you never had this in mind.
one plus one plus one is three, you see?
there is room for you...
you just have to believe...
you have to want it.
you cannot saddle a man with a shadow,
i'm sorry. it's true.
if he burned this hole in the Heart of you,
then he never was good enough for you.
he haunts you, you haunt me...
i haunt you, she haunts me...
she haunts you, he haunts me...
you haunt you, i haunt me...
this was never meant to be.
i only wanted more for you,
then i ever wanted for me.
you are cinders burning,
because your Love is yearning...
for better days,
for you and for me...
i know...
just ask me.
bravo to both
and suede... it has been a very long time... these subject matters are so nice to see from your "pen"... i know i assume, but well.. that's how I am, so :P
it was a great deal of fun and excitement. we generated about 100 hits in the span of a few hours on this thread, pretty cool.
yeah, it's been a long time, too long. i don't know if they're nice to hear, but i know i'm better off writing about it then actually thinking hard about it. only three of my posts in this thread were actually written prior to all of this. i did, however, borrow some lines from myself throughout.
thanks for the support and for remembering me after all of this time...
viva la suede
goodbye...
hehehehehehehe
with a broken face,
such a broken waste.
i cannot teach you how to play,
when a fight with you,
is what ensues.
you left me on the fence with Heart half-torn,
like the jeans you wore,
like an open sore.
i cannot teach you how to stay,
when a night with you,
is what will do.
i just need to drink...
myself...
away...
wash me down with you...
I tracked you down
cracked your frown
....broke your crown
you found me looking South
and you kissed me....
in my mouth I formed
a universe....where I send you
verse from....when I miss you.....
when did they whip you
I remember dreaming of him
someone slapped him....
I grabbed their leg
I pegged the bitch
I'll beg for pardon
when I please
but only if you tease me
and there's no sense of you that i can make.
you carried me for days,
and now the memory fades,
of times like these sad memories.
of times like this when you insist...
if i come back down,
you'll polish my crown.
and you tracked me down,
when i was swimming around,
in a man-made lake,
made by mistake,
in the center of my bed.
my head is crooked and cracked,
my back is broken and spinal tapped.
there's an earthquake in me,
preventing me from sleep.
but i looked South,
and i saw what you see...
and you kissed me...
full on...
my mouth.
our universe spins,
where we live like twins.
where we laugh like kings,
and die like thieves...
where we spend our lives on our knees.
i write more when i miss you,
and here's the issue:
i was whipped for days,
by a bitch with a wooden peg-leg.
i was dreaming of you,
and it seemed like you knew.
i went cuckoo,
just thinking of life without you.
'cos you sent me verse,
of Beautiful words,
of Beautiful hurt,
from a Beautiful world.
...and i was dreaming of you,
...and you were dreaming of me
i was lost in the city,
you were lost in the sea.
if i tease you less,
will you want me more?
open your mouth...
i want to feel your breath...
close your eyes and slide inside...
i want all of you...
until there's nothing left...
i want you...
to tease me...
i want you.....
gota fuk if ya gotta headache....
get fucked......
go ta fuk
you sayin my last one sucked?
you write some poetry ya fuk