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almost 3 am

rarghrargh-brownstarrarghrargh-brownstar Posts: 1,272
edited March 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
two dollar color pictures from a photo booth
dirty stepped on lying out on the floor of their room
faces fell long in the half light
he looks all wrong but that's her alright
look at him smiling full of teeth
clenched tight

he knew the one time with the army captain
he got one that whole deal before it happened
said its okay I knew exactly what you meant
when you said you were an accident
but when it's 3amhe wonders where in the hell she went

and he'll drive all over town
drive all over town
and he'll drive all over town
drive all over town
until he tracks her down
he'll drive all over town
Rarghstarfarian.
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  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    almost 3 and you should be asleep young lady!
    nice poem ruby
    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.
  • rarghrargh-brownstarrarghrargh-brownstar Posts: 1,272
    Originally posted by Kwyjibo
    almost 3 and you should be asleep young lady!
    nice poem ruby
    lol sorry dad :(

    it should be, its our elliots ;)
    Rarghstarfarian.
  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    hmmm
    in that case you should've done
    2:45 am

    i'm going out sleepwalking
    where mute memories start talking
    the boss that couldn't help but hurt you
    and the pretty thing he made desert you
    i'm going out now like a baby
    a naïve unsatisfiable baby
    grabbing onto whatever's around
    for the soaring high or the crushing down
    with hidden cracks that don't show
    but that constantly just grow
    i'm looking for the man that attacked me
    while everybody was laughing at me
    you beat it in me that part of you
    but i'm gonna split us back in two
    tired of living in a cloud
    if you're gonna say shit now you'll do it out loud
    it's 2:45 in the morning
    and i'm putting myself on warning
    for waking up in an unknown place
    with a recollection you've half erased
    looking for somebody's arms to
    wave away past harms
    i'm walking out on center circle
    the both of you can just fade to black
    i'm walking out on center circle
    been pushed away and i'll never go back
    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.
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