"distracted"
just been a litte distracted,
nothing serious, like losing sight
I don't want to know what happens,
all I do know is I'm not right
you ask innocently if it's a person?
my God, what a loaded question
and you act like you don't know,
another tiptoe talking session
you find a reason to go,
a sigh of relief slips off my lips
and I'm still staring at the floor,
trying my hardest not to slip
fast-forward for a few moments,
as the world buzzes on around
I'm still resting here so stalwart,
wishing I could wear that crown
to be the center of it all,
maybe you'd spin around as well
but the orbit'd soon lose focus,
and it'd go crashing all to hell
pouring out your soul
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trentm32
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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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trentm32
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"lighthouse"
the moon shone like a pharos,
a glow to the sleeping world
a lighthouse for my wandering,
the cosmos there so curled
the stars faded out to grey,
and drowned in that bright white
a pale shadow became the shore,
as it lost it's guiding light
the sky, it lost it's darkness,
and instead became deep blue
and as my mind became so lost up there,
all I could find was you
the moon shone like a pharos,
a glow to the sleeping world
a lighthouse for my wandering,
the cosmos there so curled
the stars faded out to grey,
and drowned in that bright white
a pale shadow became the shore,
as it lost it's guiding light
the sky, it lost it's darkness,
and instead became deep blue
and as my mind became so lost up there,
all I could find was you
"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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trentm32
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thank ye
"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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trentm32
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"martyr"
you pulled away my reasons,
and you took away my lies
how'd you reason out this anger?
you listened to my cries
I was trying to play the martyr,
it only made me more self-righteous
with none of this the truth,
I have to find a way to fight this
rationalize my grievances,
made them so much harder to hold
but it doesn't change the fact,
that you're the only one I've told
you pulled away my reasons,
and you took away my lies
how'd you reason out this anger?
you listened to my cries
I was trying to play the martyr,
it only made me more self-righteous
with none of this the truth,
I have to find a way to fight this
rationalize my grievances,
made them so much harder to hold
but it doesn't change the fact,
that you're the only one I've told
"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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trentm32 wrote:"martyr"
you pulled away my reasons,
and you took away my lies
how'd you reason out this anger?
you listened to my cries
I was trying to play the martyr,
it only made me more self-righteous
with none of this the truth,
I have to find a way to fight this
rationalize my grievances,
made them so much harder to hold
but it doesn't change the fact,
that you're the only one I've told
Thats some good writing man, I like that one.
Queens Of The Stone Age-Someone's In The Wolf
Once you're lost in twillights's blue
You don't find your way, the way finds you...
Tempt the fates, beware the smile
It hides all the teeth, my dear,
What's behind them...
So glad you could stay
Forever
He steps between the trees, a crooked man
There's blood on the blade
Don't take his hand
You warm by the firelight, in twilight's blue
Shadows creep & dance the walls
He's creeping too..
So glad you could stay
Forever
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thanks bro
"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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trentm32
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"fill an ocean"
fill an ocean with stolen glances,
I don't think you've ever taken one
playing all these games,
dance around what isn't done
body language like spoken word,
my God there's so much buried
getting harder and harder to hide,
all the crosses I still carry
bruised and left a life ago,
better to leave than left behind
rub my eyes and look to the sky,
but the stars never come to shine
lying in quiet solitude,
just trying to clear my head
but sleep never comes,
just fear and doubt, instead
fill an ocean with stolen glances,
I don't think you've ever taken one
playing all these games,
dance around what isn't done
body language like spoken word,
my God there's so much buried
getting harder and harder to hide,
all the crosses I still carry
bruised and left a life ago,
better to leave than left behind
rub my eyes and look to the sky,
but the stars never come to shine
lying in quiet solitude,
just trying to clear my head
but sleep never comes,
just fear and doubt, instead
"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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trentm32
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"pretty as a picture" [Pretty much Entirely Rewritten From Yesterday]
the phantoms of tomorrow
break your back today,
shrug it off as coincidence,
but it's showing as they play
pretty as a picture,
colors start to fade
my God I never thought,
it'd all end up this way
the stale forms of this malcontent
are showing through your smile,
I see it in your cherry lips,
and I'd walk a thousand mils
pretty as a picture,
a crease runs down the side
tumbles on out of the album,
as it tumbles from my mind
and as we try to bridge our past,
deep we know it never lasts
and it'll all just come to crash,
yeah it'll all just come to crash
the phantoms of tomorrow
break your back today,
shrug it off as coincidence,
but it's showing as they play
pretty as a picture,
colors start to fade
my God I never thought,
it'd all end up this way
the stale forms of this malcontent
are showing through your smile,
I see it in your cherry lips,
and I'd walk a thousand mils
pretty as a picture,
a crease runs down the side
tumbles on out of the album,
as it tumbles from my mind
and as we try to bridge our past,
deep we know it never lasts
and it'll all just come to crash,
yeah it'll all just come to crash
"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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trentm32
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"October 2nd, 2004"
I never thought I'd make it back,
to fumbling through this lie again
but here we are, and here we stand,
as I finally see it's not so grand
so worried about my efforts,
when all I needed was time to pass
and for this circumstance to fall,
if I contributed, I can't recall
even if I can't see the future,
I know this stands here almost falling
but it still floats here lingering,
as my voice never quits singing
and somewhere far back in my mind,
I hope that maybe when I leave
I can put a million miles,
between me and this denial
and maybe in those few days,
you'll find a thing I've already found
and I'll come back to that new life,
full of all the happiness I can't find
...
"out-dated scenes"
walking 'round with my eyes closed,
in a world of faded beauty queens
never seeing their real roles,
just playing their out-dated scenes
always riding 'round in limousines,
with peeling paint and broken glass
wrinkles form underneath their eyes,
they're just waiting to run out of lies
I never thought I'd make it back,
to fumbling through this lie again
but here we are, and here we stand,
as I finally see it's not so grand
so worried about my efforts,
when all I needed was time to pass
and for this circumstance to fall,
if I contributed, I can't recall
even if I can't see the future,
I know this stands here almost falling
but it still floats here lingering,
as my voice never quits singing
and somewhere far back in my mind,
I hope that maybe when I leave
I can put a million miles,
between me and this denial
and maybe in those few days,
you'll find a thing I've already found
and I'll come back to that new life,
full of all the happiness I can't find
...
"out-dated scenes"
walking 'round with my eyes closed,
in a world of faded beauty queens
never seeing their real roles,
just playing their out-dated scenes
always riding 'round in limousines,
with peeling paint and broken glass
wrinkles form underneath their eyes,
they're just waiting to run out of lies
"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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trentm32
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Hope wrote:i like Out-dated Scenes
thank ya.
...
"let go"
we could drive all night,
make it all alright
but when morning came,
it wouldn't be the same
I know it now,
I can see, somehow
just running out of gas,
the good times never last
but God for that time,
it'd be worth all the lies
just to breathe that breath and know,
and let the steering wheel just go
"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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trentm32
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"hello"
mask it with a song,
wait it won't be long
that ringing in my ears,
will soon be back in here
blasting through my head,
with what I should have said
this shaking in my hand,
hides thin behind the band
that tremble in my mind,
sounding sweet, still not kind
as I finally let it go,
flip the top, and say "hello"
mask it with a song,
wait it won't be long
that ringing in my ears,
will soon be back in here
blasting through my head,
with what I should have said
this shaking in my hand,
hides thin behind the band
that tremble in my mind,
sounding sweet, still not kind
as I finally let it go,
flip the top, and say "hello"
"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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trentm32
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"the thought"
it blinds my eyes,
and haunts my thoughts
shatter the bubble,
as it breaks your heart
it fills the space,
and kills my time
when my head falls idle,
it finds my mind
it steals my moments,
and plagues most days
but it makes me smile,
and there's no other way
it blinds my eyes,
and haunts my thoughts
shatter the bubble,
as it breaks your heart
it fills the space,
and kills my time
when my head falls idle,
it finds my mind
it steals my moments,
and plagues most days
but it makes me smile,
and there's no 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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*gasp* I really like The Thought!
it steals my moments,
and plagues most days
it steals my moments,
and plagues most days
turn your head
come back again
to here knows when
last.fm
come back again
to here knows when
last.fm
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trentm32
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me too! I dug that part too!
"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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trentm32
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"a closet filled with clothes"
a closet filled with clothes,
trunk too heavy now to move
too lazy to find the bottom,
running out of things to prove
the top shelf filled with nothing,
just these books and hollow lines
faded covers with ripped pages,
and the words we can't define
clothes hanger dangles slowly,
a light bulb swaying close behind
the flourescent glow chases happiness,
missing the darkness we can't find
a closet filled with clothes,
trunk too heavy now to move
too lazy to find the bottom,
running out of things to prove
the top shelf filled with nothing,
just these books and hollow lines
faded covers with ripped pages,
and the words we can't define
clothes hanger dangles slowly,
a light bulb swaying close behind
the flourescent glow chases happiness,
missing the darkness we can't find
"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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trentm32
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"brutal honesty"
brutal honesty,
as the humor falls to the floor
a broken glance escapes,
just slide on out the door
so tired of coating everything,
with innuendo and false words
wash away all the language,
maybe the meaning will stop to blur
but I know that once it's all said,
my habit will lead to levity
and right before my heart can break,
this'll just become an awkward memory
brutal honesty,
as the humor falls to the floor
a broken glance escapes,
just slide on out the door
so tired of coating everything,
with innuendo and false words
wash away all the language,
maybe the meaning will stop to blur
but I know that once it's all said,
my habit will lead to levity
and right before my heart can break,
this'll just become an awkward memory
"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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trentm32
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"taxi"
the taxi lights fade,
everyday royalty in a limousine
my eyes follow in tandem,
as the brake lights start to gleam
clumsy when it comes to romance,
I don't know I should look away
I'm just standing here so wide-eyed,
and wishing you would stay
the rain pushing my hair down,
so larcenous with this start
and your taxi's finally gone,
along with my dear heart
the taxi lights fade,
everyday royalty in a limousine
my eyes follow in tandem,
as the brake lights start to gleam
clumsy when it comes to romance,
I don't know I should look away
I'm just standing here so wide-eyed,
and wishing you would stay
the rain pushing my hair down,
so larcenous with this start
and your taxi's finally gone,
along with my dear heart
"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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