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Postby trentm32 » 4/19/2004, 12:52 pm

"won with a walkaway" [EDITED 4/23/04]

I saw this moment coming,
but I didn't think it'd be tonight
I could see the idea dawning,
but to me it hadn't been so bright

in my mind I thought I'd cry right now,
but as you say the words my cheeks are dry
in my heart I didn't know what to think,
and we can never say goodbye

I'd like to believe my heart was breaking,
but it's never too broken to receive
I wish it wasn't so jaded,
just starts to slide down off my sleeve

the only thing left to do is move,
everyday the world keeps spinning
the only thing I can't do is think,
and I don't think I'm winning

I'll just get into my car,
and drive like any other day
I don't know where I'm going,
and you've won with a walkaway

don't want to linger on seeing you Sunday,
having you in my head is way too much
don't want to think about seeing you ever,
never again to feel your touch

I can't wait until I can move on,
to dwell leads to depression
things just can't change soon enough,
because I'm too naive to learn a lesson

and when you walk by like everything's fine,
I'll fake a smile and do the same
and I like to think you're faking yours, too,
to help my heart a little to reclaim
Last edited by trentm32 on 4/23/2004, 10:43 am, edited 1 time in total.
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.

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Postby trentm32 » 4/20/2004, 11:05 am

"the world to forgive"

if this is a test, God
I must be failing it
I wish I could pass,
but I just keep missing it

the guestion so easy, but
the answer so painful
I know what to say,
I was told by the angel

I know what to do, Lord
you told me before
but old habits die hard,
and I drown at the shore

I know you're there, just
please don't leave me
it may take some time,
and I'm there so rarely

someday I'll choose you, I
just wish I could now
but my mind is so clouded,
that I can't see how

just help me to make it, and
help me to live
and let me be happy,
with the world to forgive
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.

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Postby trentm32 » 4/20/2004, 12:39 pm

"empty bottles"

I'll climb inside myself for solace,
dwell in my own heart, the only safe place
maybe somewhere in there lies grace,
somewhere deep, I can almost taste

I don't really know what happened,
right now, I don't care if I ever do
maybe tonight will become a bookend,
for my past, I can't undo

empty bottles scatter through the room,
like most things, old habits die hard
I drank enough for you not to loom,
there's just not enough, to clear my heart

maybe I'll go put on a record,
music for the heart, even when it's broken
a sweet lullaby to cry to,
with the right words, left unspoken
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.

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Postby trentm32 » 4/20/2004, 2:23 pm

I wrote this a few minutes ago, kinda dig it...


"I'm the guy..."

I'm the guy that doesn't want to be here,
the one that begs for a change of venue
I'm the guy that doesn't know when he's right,
and when he is can't believe it's true

I'm the guy that turns a cheek,
even when they've both been struck
I'm the guy that can fake a smile,
even when I'm down on my luck

I'm the guy on that lost highway,
missed my bus by a mile
I'm the guy stumbling blindly,
that can't remember how to smile

I'm the guy that lost the girl,
never been good enough to begin
I'm the guy falling off the side,
just like it's always been

I'm the guy you know you need,
even when you just can't admit
I'm the guy destined to be a wallflower,
gazing at the world so starlit

I'm the guy that'll always be there,
sometimes not even by choice
I'm the guy that can't speak up,
the quiet one with no voice

I'm the guy left in solitude,
not a bit of company but myself
but I'm the guy that can accept it,
maybe someday you'll see for yourself
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.

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Postby trentm32 » 4/22/2004, 1:20 pm

"faking that smile"

the hardest three seconds in my life,
faking that smile took everything in me,
I thought if I didn't look I wouldn't see you,
I just wish I couldn't see what we could be

trying to close a chapter I didn't finish writing,
everything imaginable is running through my head
there's thoughts about a new one to never start penning,
wish I could do like the Nazi's and burn this book instead

things are finally getting back to normal,
trading in my new pain for vintage hurt
it feels pretty good to fall back on routine,
when it comes to habit, guess I'm stalwart

I remember I was happy before you,
problem is that I can't remember why
I'm sure it'll all come back to me,
I've just gotta give something else a try
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.

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Postby trentm32 » 4/22/2004, 4:09 pm

"stumble with grace" [RE-EDITED AS OF 04/23/04]

this shallow person, he keeps me afloat
can't take him away, I'm just a footnote
may not be sound, but the world thinks he's cool
that's all that matters, God I'm a fool

crank up the music, drown out myself
just make it louder, pull down the shelf
a nice cliche, more garish the better,
I told her to stop, best to just let her

a thin leather jacket, act like I don't care
conformist rebellion, and I'm in repair
what we need changes, every look out the door
and I still can't see, what we're fighting for

feigning like truth, so long you forget
the person you are, and what you have spent
it's the mask that I wear, at least the most
got to pick my lie, just avoid the ghost

turn up the volume, can't get any louder
nothing changes, you couldn't be prouder
a tawdry facade, full of flash and fret
been going too long, can't let it stop yet

shed all these layers, therein lies the fear,
once they're all gone, then what'll be here
something more, that's what I'll wish
doubt that it's granted, not so stylish

maybe she'll love him, with the shallow all gone
or maybe it won't help, and I'm just a pawn
if it doesn't work out, then there's no going back
gotta live with myself, and get used to the lack

I'm a walking cliche, every step becomes more
my nonchalant shell, slowly losing the core
beauty inside, the world made it not true
can't forget what they think, I see it in you

hang up my jacket, fill a closet with nothing
wish there was more, there's gotta be something
replete the world, let the real me just flow
will it just start to pour, God I don't know

let it be change, maybe just what I need
to lose my compliance, and learn how to lead
but with everything gone, there's just so much space
gotta learn how to walk, and stumble with grace
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.

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Postby trentm32 » 4/23/2004, 10:33 am

I'm a big Kerouac fan, and I got to thinking about his life and got a bit inspired...

"kerouac"

even at my most melancholy,
I can't begin to fathom what you've felt
the loss I've weathered seems less,
like an intimate snapshot unfelt

desperate solitude never-ending,
the grandiose scheme of you
you were always on the road,
without ever a moment to lose

where is it you were going,
is something I've often thought
I don't think you ever got there,
but to the end you fought

the grass is always greener,
that's what they always say
but you couldn't ever find it,
nowhere from New York to LA

you were on the twilight of youth,
lingered there for decades
and your tale will last even longer
recounts of your vernal crusades

you lived life as an understatement,
a beatnik to the depths of your soul
maybe I'll have to try your plan,
a vagabond's life my new role

even on sweet Desolation,
there you couldn't find peace
with great Hozomeen in the distance,
your hurt to never cease
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.

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Postby trentm32 » 4/23/2004, 1:50 pm

this is about running from problems...

"life's everywhere"

if I travel the nation,
could I lose my past
go from coast to coast,
for my role miscast

only fifty states,
not enough to begin
need a million more,
before it can end

will I find the answer,
on some dusty street
or can it just be seen,
somewhere more discrete

is it scribbled on a napkin,
in some smoky old bar,
or written on parchment,
like some conceded memoir

tried to get so far away,
runing from my trouble
couldn't see all I was doing,
is making a circle

tried the bottom of the bottle,
in every town on the map
I still didn't find it,
pull back my cap

I thought I could keep going,
never stopping on my way
but I've soon come to realize,
every tomorrow's another day

so now I'm back where I started,
nothing to show but the wear
but what I learned from my trip,
is that life's everywhere
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.

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Postby trentm32 » 4/24/2004, 8:13 am

I wrote this this morning; kinda drug me outta bed wanting to be put on paper...


"a week later"

so I see that you won't speak to me,
is it because I can't speak to you
I think my heart's still breaking,
so what else do you expect me to do

act like everythings alright,
lie to each other and everyone here
maybe when I can be around you,
but now it's too severe

I suppose you mistake my sadness,
for some cliched teenage angst
it's not that I'm angry with anyone,
right now it's just more than I can take

how can I apologize for the awkwardness,
that you felt needed to be made
deep down I know it's not you fault,
I just wish I didn't sway

so you were happier when we were friends,
well I wasn't, do you even care
I wonder if we'll be able to get back,
wish I could be anywhere, anywhere but here

we're still bound by circumstance,
what an unexpected twist of fate
a curse of diffident familiarity,
such an unending unstable state

so we've made it to a week later,
harder for me that it was for you
if things keep going at this pace,
I don't know if I'll make it to two
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.

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Postby Lando » 4/24/2004, 8:37 am

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

What if I liked one of the unedited versions better?

It had more swearing.
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Postby robcore » 4/24/2004, 11:42 am

swearing = teh c00l
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Postby Lando » 4/24/2004, 2:09 pm

Rob Core, knows what the cool is... to the core
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Postby trentm32 » 4/26/2004, 1:23 pm

I pieced this together from about two or three different ideas I had yesterday; guess I had a religious epiphany... plus, I think if I knew anything about music, this would make a pretty neato song, too...

"God can I have my prayer back" [edited 04/29/04]

Lord I asked you to fix this,
and this can't be the only way
guess the only fix is an ending,
am I really that far astray

God can I have my prayer back?
I'm not happy with your reply
God can I have my prayer back?
I'm not ready to say goodbye

Lord help my heart not to break,
the crutch that held it's now long gone
just hold me up by your side,
so I don't have to face this alone

God can I have my prayer back?
I'm not happy with your reply
God can I have my prayer back?
I'm not ready to say goodbye

Lord everytime my mind wanders,
it finds a way back to her
help it to find a happy home,
and help my heart not to burn

God can I have my prayer back?
I'm not happy with your reply
God can I have my prayer back?
I'm not ready to say goodbye

Lord I just wish today would end,
in a whimper as the sun goes down
with twilight slowly fading,
help my soul not to breakdown

God can I have my prayer back?
I'm not happy with your reply
God can I have my prayer back?
I'm not ready to say goodbye

Lord I'm starting my life over,
tomorrow I'm starting my life anew
if I just follow you every step,
there's not a thing that I can't do
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"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.

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Postby trentm32 » 4/26/2004, 3:17 pm

...scribbled this down a minute ago...

"nothing can beat the view"

I think I've gone and lost the moon,
somewhere out among the lights,
there's just so much interference,
loss of meaning through the night

the thin pale glow of existence,
drowned out so among the stars
and it becomes clouded even more,
stumbling through these smoky bars

I've seen it from the gutter,
one is far too many times
from there you can't find beauty,
not even the sky's outline

just drive up to the hillside,
the only thing left to do
from there the sky's still shining,
and nothing can beat the view

if you spend enough time waiting,
you can watch the moon go down
but when night has finally settled,
you have to drive back into town
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.

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Postby Johnny » 4/26/2004, 3:21 pm

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Postby trentm32 » 4/26/2004, 3:47 pm

thank ya
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.

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Postby trentm32 » 4/27/2004, 1:02 pm

I was in a good mood and this came out...

"any other way"

these are the best days of my life,
not that I'm going to know it now
living a dream so young and free,
loving life more than's allowed

I'm on top of the world today,
without a reason to even climb
just slowly swagger through the day,
never will run out of time

I watched the sun rise above this morning,
it's almost noon and I still can't move
I just dangle my feet from the hood of my car,
without a thing I could improve

just staring at the sky above,
a blue deeper than color can define
learning to love everything around me,
because every bit of it is divine

I can see the past so bright and clear,
every vibrant moment until today
only thing I can't see is the future,
and I wouldn't have it any other way
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.

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Postby Johnny » 4/29/2004, 12:00 pm

I like it dude. I wish I had your talent
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Postby trentm32 » 4/29/2004, 1:12 pm

thanks a lot bro, that really means a lot.

I just figured that since the CM poetry has taken a decrease lately, I'd just post up some of my stuff as I wrote it.
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.

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Postby trentm32 » 4/29/2004, 1:31 pm

scribbled this out about ten minutes ago; it's about how hard it is to change, and turn away from your past and things you've done...


"my past traipses on broadway"

this is a walking obituary,
a stiff reminder of my past
of things I can't forget,
and memories far too vast

if they ever begin to wilt,
beautiful flowers in the sun
my heart begins to miss them,
the forgotten things I've done

change is harder than expected,
I thought declaring was halfway
but it's only the beginning,
my past traipses on broadway

there are actors all around me,
with show better than my truth
how can anyone tell the difference,
just blame it on my youth

falsity all around me,
why can't everyone just see
if I change and no one notices,
has it actually come to be

no one ever sees the frontpage,
just back issues as their guide
they believed it all back then,
but never looked to the inside

can't care what the world thinks,
already turned it upside down
don't let them see me cry,
turn to you when I breakdown
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"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.

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