hot days
remind me of little umbrellas
cherries
and margaritas
getting lost
asking for directions
holding hands under the table
feigning a laugh
wondering if your friends notice
music blaring on the stereo
the car on hazzard at the curb
a kiss goodbye
a wave goodnight.
archive of the stories i've written on my other blog based on 'fictitious' characters. inspiration at a whim. i write as i please.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Learning how to swim
The endless blue sea beckoned
Heaving, sighing, pulling me in
I sit silently
Rocking in its waves
I held on to the sand
To steady myself
Yet the stronghold i thought that would save me
Was slowly vanishing through my fingers
Washed away by the ripples
Telling me to move
Or
Float away.
Heaving, sighing, pulling me in
I sit silently
Rocking in its waves
I held on to the sand
To steady myself
Yet the stronghold i thought that would save me
Was slowly vanishing through my fingers
Washed away by the ripples
Telling me to move
Or
Float away.
Imagine this
Imagine this
The words ‘I don’t know’
Echoed in my head
Like the sound of silence
When I dialled your number
Or wrote you a letter
Everytime I close my eyes
To sleep
I die countless deaths
While feeling hot tears roll down my cheeks
Reminding me that I am still breathing
Before the alarm sounds
I roll out of bed to tell myself
I am awake but I really need to dream
My fingers fly
Writing you words of sorrow and love
Yet my heart plummets
Remembering your empty promises
Calling myself stupid
For thinking that maybe
Just maybe
There is something left of us.
The words ‘I don’t know’
Echoed in my head
Like the sound of silence
When I dialled your number
Or wrote you a letter
Everytime I close my eyes
To sleep
I die countless deaths
While feeling hot tears roll down my cheeks
Reminding me that I am still breathing
Before the alarm sounds
I roll out of bed to tell myself
I am awake but I really need to dream
My fingers fly
Writing you words of sorrow and love
Yet my heart plummets
Remembering your empty promises
Calling myself stupid
For thinking that maybe
Just maybe
There is something left of us.
Full Volume
Turned on the radio
I lie awake in the dark
Singing in my head
Clutching your shirt
Forgetting the lyrics
Inhaling your scent
Humming the melody
Thinking, this is what it's like
Unlearning me and you.
I lie awake in the dark
Singing in my head
Clutching your shirt
Forgetting the lyrics
Inhaling your scent
Humming the melody
Thinking, this is what it's like
Unlearning me and you.
Dyeing
I couldn't bear
shears cutting
my crowing glory
instead they
bled tears so black
mourning
the day
I learned of your lies.
shears cutting
my crowing glory
instead they
bled tears so black
mourning
the day
I learned of your lies.
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