the first
Kwyjibo
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well, I'm going home for the summer, and won't be posting here very much, so here is the first poem I ever posted
the sounds around me breed nothing but silence
the air that stirs them in is as black as my wall
the growing tenderness is trying my patience
I am like Job, but you are like Saul
to try for me
to lie with me
the glare of your wristwatch still burned in my eyes
the time after time that you wait to come down
the fist of my hand as it lay on your side
and the fear of death will forever be drowned
to try for me
to lie with me
and in this new tune where everything’s indie
its so hard not to be a sell out
killing yourself makes your music so pretty
I’ve got a needle, and knife, but no gun
don’t listen to me
what do I know?
And how hard you try to be worthless
but there is noone as perfect as you
what is music? Why don’t you get this?
all I know is what’s coming from you
the hardest thing
is knowing what to believe
I can’t feel my fingers, I can’t feel my toes
I can’t feel my teeth and I can’t feel my nose
and with every drink, the pain only worsens
and with every hit, the pain only grows
take one more drink
you can’t hit it harder than me
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the sounds around me breed nothing but silence
the air that stirs them in is as black as my wall
the growing tenderness is trying my patience
I am like Job, but you are like Saul
to try for me
to lie with me
the glare of your wristwatch still burned in my eyes
the time after time that you wait to come down
the fist of my hand as it lay on your side
and the fear of death will forever be drowned
to try for me
to lie with me
and in this new tune where everything’s indie
its so hard not to be a sell out
killing yourself makes your music so pretty
I’ve got a needle, and knife, but no gun
don’t listen to me
what do I know?
And how hard you try to be worthless
but there is noone as perfect as you
what is music? Why don’t you get this?
all I know is what’s coming from you
the hardest thing
is knowing what to believe
I can’t feel my fingers, I can’t feel my toes
I can’t feel my teeth and I can’t feel my nose
and with every drink, the pain only worsens
and with every hit, the pain only grows
take one more drink
you can’t hit it harder than me
__________________
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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