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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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"keep me real"
a broken voice,
for a broken sentence
put it together,
word by word
with all the things,
I'll never say
string it together,
forget what it means
losing in elegance,
the poignant truth
just keep it real,
please keep me real
a broken voice,
for a broken sentence
put it together,
word by word
with all the things,
I'll never say
string it together,
forget what it means
losing in elegance,
the poignant truth
just keep it real,
please keep me real
"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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"faint"
a whisper breaks the silence,
and all I can do is strain to hear
but I can't seem to find your words,
are they the ones that I've already heard?
there's the beauty that's always been there,
but you never took the time to see
the steeples scrape across the sky,
to hold you every time you cry
the scent of lilacs fill the room,
already filled so high with violent fumes
so faint that you can barely find,
the dear memory of your own first time
a whisper breaks the silence,
and all I can do is strain to hear
but I still can't find the words--
maybe they just aren't meant to be heard
a whisper breaks the silence,
and all I can do is strain to hear
but I can't seem to find your words,
are they the ones that I've already heard?
there's the beauty that's always been there,
but you never took the time to see
the steeples scrape across the sky,
to hold you every time you cry
the scent of lilacs fill the room,
already filled so high with violent fumes
so faint that you can barely find,
the dear memory of your own first time
a whisper breaks the silence,
and all I can do is strain to hear
but I still can't find the words--
maybe they just aren't meant to be heard
"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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"trying"
falling from pedestals, finding the truth,
expectations impossible, expectations unmet
always expecting more than can be given--
and we cry when we fail at the lofty goals we've set
everyone here's just trying,
and looking now I finally see
that that the best that I can do,
is the best I'll ever be
I'm finally finding humanity,
but with that comes the flaws
but that's what makes us human,
and give the beauty to our fall
...
"the world"
take away this confusion,
and there's nothing left of me
a little boy wth a brave face,
is all I'll ever be
a new jacket and a new name,
still lost with just a light
crying in the darkness,
and wishing only to make it right
falling from pedestals, finding the truth,
expectations impossible, expectations unmet
always expecting more than can be given--
and we cry when we fail at the lofty goals we've set
everyone here's just trying,
and looking now I finally see
that that the best that I can do,
is the best I'll ever be
I'm finally finding humanity,
but with that comes the flaws
but that's what makes us human,
and give the beauty to our fall
...
"the world"
take away this confusion,
and there's nothing left of me
a little boy wth a brave face,
is all I'll ever be
a new jacket and a new name,
still lost with just a light
crying in the darkness,
and wishing only to make it right
"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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here is the fruit of an entire day of classes, and not paying one dab of attention 
my fave is the last one...
...
"find the day"
so I fall into my poetry
and forget things that forget me
I blind myself when I can't see
and lie here, cry myself to sleep
jumping in, I'm in too deep
but you know me, yeah you know me
living life the only way
wishing every thing could stay
lost somewhere, outside, today
and every time it goes away--
but maybe I can find the day
yeah maybe I can find the day
...
"but"
confused but accepting,
it's all I've ever been
it's all I ever will be,
I never could offend
melancholy but smiling,
practiced to a T
practiced by necessity,
I don't think I'll ever see
happy but still down,
and there always will be something
to take away my color--
but I'll just keep on smiling
...
"how I miss my yellow sky"
I hope the sky's still blue,
'cause I can't see it for the grey
clouds of silver, clouds of doubt,
they hide away dear day
I hope the sun's still shining,
how I miss my yellow sky
peering through my lenses,
stained glass, why do I try?
and I seek it from my tower,
hidden behind my tinted glass
but this room is draped in darkness,
as I pray for brighter days to pass
...
"lost inside a snowy wood"
lost inside a snowy wood,
lose myself out in the pure
a white-washed world to find myself,
maybe 'nothing' is the cure
a grey sky hangs above my head,
with silver linings all around
as I let the cold air fill my lungs,
my breath the only sound
I raise my eyes up to the sky,
and frozen water finds my skin
I close my eyes, and finally live,
and finally see I'll never win
my fave is the last one...
...
"find the day"
so I fall into my poetry
and forget things that forget me
I blind myself when I can't see
and lie here, cry myself to sleep
jumping in, I'm in too deep
but you know me, yeah you know me
living life the only way
wishing every thing could stay
lost somewhere, outside, today
and every time it goes away--
but maybe I can find the day
yeah maybe I can find the day
...
"but"
confused but accepting,
it's all I've ever been
it's all I ever will be,
I never could offend
melancholy but smiling,
practiced to a T
practiced by necessity,
I don't think I'll ever see
happy but still down,
and there always will be something
to take away my color--
but I'll just keep on smiling
...
"how I miss my yellow sky"
I hope the sky's still blue,
'cause I can't see it for the grey
clouds of silver, clouds of doubt,
they hide away dear day
I hope the sun's still shining,
how I miss my yellow sky
peering through my lenses,
stained glass, why do I try?
and I seek it from my tower,
hidden behind my tinted glass
but this room is draped in darkness,
as I pray for brighter days to pass
...
"lost inside a snowy wood"
lost inside a snowy wood,
lose myself out in the pure
a white-washed world to find myself,
maybe 'nothing' is the cure
a grey sky hangs above my head,
with silver linings all around
as I let the cold air fill my lungs,
my breath the only sound
I raise my eyes up to the sky,
and frozen water finds my skin
I close my eyes, and finally live,
and finally see I'll never win
"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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That last one is honestly like poems we've studied in class.
When you're dead, you'll be famous
When you're dead, you'll be famous
-Sarah
Goodbye you liar,
Well you sipped from the cup but you don't own up to anything
Then you think you will inspire
Take apart your head
(and I wish I could inspire)
Take apart your demons, then you add it to the list.
Goodbye you liar,
Well you sipped from the cup but you don't own up to anything
Then you think you will inspire
Take apart your head
(and I wish I could inspire)
Take apart your demons, then you add it to the list.
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trentm32
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thanks! it'd be so awesome to be, like, post-homously famous!
"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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"just a boy"
I'm none of the things you tell yourself I am,
I'm just a boy, who fell for a girl
talk yourself out of me, and into solitude,
as you walk alone through this broken world
if you follow your heart only halfway,
every time you'll find yourself alone
with just a calendar, and an empty room,
as the air chills, straight to the bone
string me along-- as you dangle here, as well,
such a glutton for independence, for control
you see love as a weakness, but it's the greatest strength you'll ever have
but you can never just fall, and let yourself go
me, i would rather have a bruised heart,
beating so shallow in my chest
than your strong, shiny new one,
beating so hard under your breast
...
"you miss me" (got in a Ryan Adams (Heartbreaker era) space, and came out with this...)
your scent's finally drifted out of my house,
I never thought I would lose you like that
and your face's still lingerin' in my mind,
I guess that I should have expected that
and you say that you're better this way,
then maybe I should be better, too
and you say that you're happier now,
well I can lie as well as you
because you miss me,
and I miss you, too
yeah you miss me,
and there's not a thing that we can do
and I wish I could just know what happened,
but I don't suppose I ever will
and I wish I could hold you one last time,
but I don't suppose I ever will
I'm none of the things you tell yourself I am,
I'm just a boy, who fell for a girl
talk yourself out of me, and into solitude,
as you walk alone through this broken world
if you follow your heart only halfway,
every time you'll find yourself alone
with just a calendar, and an empty room,
as the air chills, straight to the bone
string me along-- as you dangle here, as well,
such a glutton for independence, for control
you see love as a weakness, but it's the greatest strength you'll ever have
but you can never just fall, and let yourself go
me, i would rather have a bruised heart,
beating so shallow in my chest
than your strong, shiny new one,
beating so hard under your breast
...
"you miss me" (got in a Ryan Adams (Heartbreaker era) space, and came out with this...)
your scent's finally drifted out of my house,
I never thought I would lose you like that
and your face's still lingerin' in my mind,
I guess that I should have expected that
and you say that you're better this way,
then maybe I should be better, too
and you say that you're happier now,
well I can lie as well as you
because you miss me,
and I miss you, too
yeah you miss me,
and there's not a thing that we can do
and I wish I could just know what happened,
but I don't suppose I ever will
and I wish I could hold you one last time,
but I don't suppose I ever will
"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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and you say that you're better this way,
then maybe I should be better, too
and you say that you're happier now,
well I can lie as well as you
Damn
Thats fantastic.
-Sarah
Goodbye you liar,
Well you sipped from the cup but you don't own up to anything
Then you think you will inspire
Take apart your head
(and I wish I could inspire)
Take apart your demons, then you add it to the list.
Goodbye you liar,
Well you sipped from the cup but you don't own up to anything
Then you think you will inspire
Take apart your head
(and I wish I could inspire)
Take apart your demons, then you add it to the list.
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trentm32
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thanks guys! I was listening to Heartbreaker on my way to Burger King, and just started saying stuff (I do that often when I get a riff in my head) and somehow I said that-- I pulled over and scribbled it in my notebook right then, cuz i didn't want to forget 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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trentm32
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I got a little time, so I added a ton to this one, and finished it up; I think it's my magnum opus of the week 
"you miss me"
your hair's finally drifted out of my head,
I never thought I would lose you like that
but your eyes are still looking right through mine,
I guess that I should have expected that
and you say that you're better this way,
then maybe I should be better, too
and you say that you're happier now,
well girl, I can lie as well as you
because you miss me,
and I miss you, too
yeah you miss me,
and there's not a thing that I can do
and I wish I could just know why,
but I don't suppose I ever will
and I wish I could hold you, just one last time,
but I don't suppose I ever will
and you say that you're better this way,
then maybe I should be better, too
and you say that you're happier now,
well girl, I can lie as well as you
because you miss me,
and I miss you, too
yeah you miss me,
and there's not a thing that you can do
but you say your world didn't fall apart,
as you stand there in debris
and you say that your world didn't fall apart,
as you forget how to breathe
and you say that you're better this way,
then maybe I should be better, too
and you say that you're happier now,
well girl, I can lie as well as you
because you miss me,
and I miss you, too
yeah you miss me,
and there's not a thing that we can do
and I'm still here,
and you're still here--
a town away, a million miles
and I'm still here,
and you're still here--
a town away, a million miles
"you miss me"
your hair's finally drifted out of my head,
I never thought I would lose you like that
but your eyes are still looking right through mine,
I guess that I should have expected that
and you say that you're better this way,
then maybe I should be better, too
and you say that you're happier now,
well girl, I can lie as well as you
because you miss me,
and I miss you, too
yeah you miss me,
and there's not a thing that I can do
and I wish I could just know why,
but I don't suppose I ever will
and I wish I could hold you, just one last time,
but I don't suppose I ever will
and you say that you're better this way,
then maybe I should be better, too
and you say that you're happier now,
well girl, I can lie as well as you
because you miss me,
and I miss you, too
yeah you miss me,
and there's not a thing that you can do
but you say your world didn't fall apart,
as you stand there in debris
and you say that your world didn't fall apart,
as you forget how to breathe
and you say that you're better this way,
then maybe I should be better, too
and you say that you're happier now,
well girl, I can lie as well as you
because you miss me,
and I miss you, too
yeah you miss me,
and there's not a thing that we can do
and I'm still here,
and you're still here--
a town away, a million miles
and I'm still here,
and you're still here--
a town away, a million miles
"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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Wow thats awesome.
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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trentm32
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this one has some personal symbolism, but I think it accents the theme pretty well, and leaves some symbolic things open to interpretation...
...
"New York has slipped away"
I'm doubting London,
already New York has slipped away
and you're in Central Park,
a disposable camera, a throwaway
pictures cover up the walls,
with the places we haven't seen
concrete statues, frozen water,
every day more like a dream
and you were gone away so fast,
that I barely noticed you were gone
as I stumble here on Broadway,
and I walk these streets alone
...
"New York has slipped away"
I'm doubting London,
already New York has slipped away
and you're in Central Park,
a disposable camera, a throwaway
pictures cover up the walls,
with the places we haven't seen
concrete statues, frozen water,
every day more like a dream
and you were gone away so fast,
that I barely noticed you were gone
as I stumble here on Broadway,
and I walk these streets alone
"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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I think I may work on my novel some tonight...
*ponders*
*ponders*
"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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Random Name
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DO IT!!!
"New York has slipped away" reminds me of The Catcher In the Rye and I don't know why.
"New York has slipped away" reminds me of The Catcher In the Rye and I don't know why.
-Sarah
Goodbye you liar,
Well you sipped from the cup but you don't own up to anything
Then you think you will inspire
Take apart your head
(and I wish I could inspire)
Take apart your demons, then you add it to the list.
Goodbye you liar,
Well you sipped from the cup but you don't own up to anything
Then you think you will inspire
Take apart your head
(and I wish I could inspire)
Take apart your demons, then you add it to the list.
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trentm32
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"paint and ash"
paint and ash,
as soot falls down like snow
in a rain of darkened color,
with the things you'll never know
a flood of grey and neutral,
scars the broken ground
in a world so fresh and dirty,
lost with what you've found
...
"a briefcase filled with nothing"
a briefcase filled with nothing,
a hollow shell, held for prestige
tied to your wrist, so tightly,
you'd die if you could leave
record players, just noise,
a nostalgia lost to time
ghosts on cold, hard vinyl
just wishing they were alive
new music filled with old songs,
just beating the horse to death
with sob stories and rainy nights,
and the wishing we'd never left
paint and ash,
as soot falls down like snow
in a rain of darkened color,
with the things you'll never know
a flood of grey and neutral,
scars the broken ground
in a world so fresh and dirty,
lost with what you've found
...
"a briefcase filled with nothing"
a briefcase filled with nothing,
a hollow shell, held for prestige
tied to your wrist, so tightly,
you'd die if you could leave
record players, just noise,
a nostalgia lost to time
ghosts on cold, hard vinyl
just wishing they were alive
new music filled with old songs,
just beating the horse to death
with sob stories and rainy nights,
and the wishing we'd never left
"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
- Oskar Winner: 2005
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I'm gonna add to this later, I just dig this part...
...
"a boy, a notebook, and a broken heart"
I'm just a boy, a notebook, and a broken heart--
telling a story, but I can't find a place to start
so I just play my part,
and play your fool...
because I'm not that cool,
no, I'm not that cool
...
"a boy, a notebook, and a broken heart"
I'm just a boy, a notebook, and a broken heart--
telling a story, but I can't find a place to start
so I just play my part,
and play your fool...
because I'm not that cool,
no, I'm not that cool
"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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