**dances in cornfields, beneath a blue sky, with whorls of turquise dancing amongst the clouds of ochre**
Sittin writin, I thought of the fellow
to my right wearing orange and reeking
of beer; and how best to describe him,
still in rhyme, which I try for, most of
the time: for what do I use, this time?
“solange?” ~ Nah, doesn’t go?
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well there is no word in the english language that rhymes with orange sooooo
use rust....
that is always a plus lol
great write as always my friend!
*giggles* I like that one.
With resolutely set
mouth I sit on the
train my walkman
on as I listen to The
Beautiful South and,
Damnit Janet, you’re
on my brain!
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wonderful lol
Eyes open till the early morn,
the fellow typing away into
the new day with eyes bleary,
sits pressing at keys, with words
that flow, instead of tears.
“Mummy,” said the girl with the balloon
floating high, held tight in a pudgy fist;
“see that man writing on the train. Whys he crying Mummy? Whys the man in black writing with tears in his eyes…?”
“Hush, hush, leave the man alone,” she tells the little-one and, he hears the word ‘alone’… “Mummy, Mummy, do you think he’ll get a letter back? Mummy, do you think…?”
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I hope he gets a letter back
I hope he gets what he needs...
I'll make sure I write him doll
…doesn’t a blank
page irritate you?
It does me too…
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Only when I know I know I have nothing to put on it. It mocks me for feeling as blank as the page. :/
So… I wrote of green
and yellow and red
and blue… and…
pleasure… and pain
… and still again,
I think of you.
Below deck he sits and writes,
with the words appearing
onscreen… And his eyes
bleary, he types out lonely:
and he thinks how right the
words look, ‘n particularly
that one, the last one, on
it’s own… lonely.
.. someone I tought
I was building something
with here, just told me
thery're gettin married.
.. so, guess who's stoney
heart just got broken,
smashed and turned to dust?
An this feelin Now ~ it
reminds me, why I'd
stopped trying...
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Oh....:/
: (
hey hon there is someome for you that is almost close enough to touch, if you only open your eyes. :)
your words are alway amazing.
well, that's sad. :(
.. just found out
another someone
I'd thought of making
plans with is to go off
into a sunset, with
someone else.
'an
memories, never go
away, like people do:
the song was right.
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wonderful as always hon. Sorry to hear of the shattered sunset... it always shines for another.
Damn,
it’s
bright!
an
if
I
were
a
Mogwai
I'd
be
goin
bright
light
a
lot
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~giggles~ and you know why ;)
I dont like bright light.
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