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"a million bloody diamonds"

the boy said it all,
laid it all upon the table
all she could do was cry,
he was barely standing stable

the girl that broke his heart,
it's still making smaller pieces
like a million bloody diamonds,
the shattering never ceases

hindsight all that's left,
in the theatre in his head
the only movie showing,
he wants a happy one, instead

all he can find to remember,
is this broken-hearted metaphor
try to clean the crimson drips,
the bloodstains on the floor

his intentions in the urn,
cold ashes are all that's left
of his intentions crashing down,
in faded silver, on a shelf

i the title

Hope wrote:i the title

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I dig this one...

"novelty t-shirts"

vanity and subtext,
is all that's left of me
trying to lose my heritage,
the disposition I can't be

wanting to put experience,
underneath this belt
not wanting to give the time,
the things that must be felt

making so many friends,
but never finding family
lived in my world so long,
hurts to find reality

in the end, so many places,
but none of them a home
just a million couches,
to rest on as I roam

searching to find a place,
or a moment to make it count
but nothing ever works,
left with so much to recount

novelty t-shirts and souveneirs,
it seems they're all that's left
of the lifetime I have spent,
just trying to find myself

"waiting for the phone to ring"

the boy looks out of the window,
his eyes tired from the drive
almost asleep, behind the wheel,
and he finally feels alive

waiting for the phone to ring,
there so idle in the seat
sighing out his greatest fear,
praying again they'll meet

the rain hard against the glass,
the wipers can never win
headlights plunging through the dark,
waiting for tomorrow to begin

"old cassettes"

old cassettes,
and cigarettes
are all that can save you

hang on strong,
the past so wrong
but it's all that you have left

thick old smoke,
break the yoke
nothing else that you can do

and old record stacks,
and sidewalk cracks
are left so broken and bereft

^^i lurrrrve it

and sidewalk cracks
are left so broken

thank ya muchly

"a real goodbye"

you only wanted arms around you,
I just needed someone to hold
I know you'll be gone tomorrow,
but tonight I can be this strong

you are my beautiful stranger,
just float on through my life
you can bring a smile to my face,
and you made me feel alive

this was never meant to be a real goodbye,
and we've only just said "hello"
but I can see the night, so quickly fading,
so I just smile and let you go

"unraveling"

I feel like I'm unraveling from the inside,
all the ties and ribbons have come undone
as I count these pages here, inside my head,
I finally feel as one

here at the height of anticlimactic,
holding my breath to find this nothing
my head begins to ache, I finally sigh,
eventually I'll see everything

the pale glow of these backlights,
I can almost see the music off in waves
it gives my face a pale, thin glow,
and this moment is the only thing that saves

thanks!

"climbing mountains"

I'm climbing mountains,
and looking for the sky
losing all the valleys,
telling all my lies

finding all this thin air,
breathe a little slower
my head becomes so heavy,
I know that I can't show her

hands trace this broken face,
as my rope begins to slip
and I've become so calloused,
as the water starts to drip

my sight lifts to the heavens,
dying trees still find my eyes
I see the snow upon the caps,
and I'm blinded by my cries

"as the water falls fast"

I gave you my jacket
in the freezing rain
another grand gesture,
as the water falls fast

gentlemanly kindness
masking the truth
feelings so vivid,
as the water falls fast

rests on your shoulders
as my thoughts rest on you
I shiver so thin,
as the water falls fast

you stand there so sweet
with him on your mind
as I stand here alone,
and the water falls fast

"Christmas lights in October"

a porch underneath the moonlight
with Christmas lights in October,
those white lights,
shine so dull

a cracked bench swing sits there,
with chains almost rusted through
faded pillows,
always resting in the chair

"my heart is in New York"

my heart is in New York,
the spirit in the streets
my eyes fall on Manhattan,
in every person that they meet

so much history in the air,
as I stroll along dear Broadway
with beauty on every corner,
I could never go astray

I stall here in the rain,
and lift my eyes to the Majestic
the orchestra pit starts to echo,
this building so old, and gothic

walk on this cobblestone sidewalk,
and Central Park has become a sea
the first true sign of autumn,
in cracked orange and fallen leaves

but I finally lift my tired eyes,
from the picture in my hand
of that place that I'd rather be--
that place that isn't here

"the mirror in your dreams"

just because you think you are,
doesn't mean that's how you're seen
glassy eyed, lost inside,
the mirror in your dreams

tell the truth in monologue,
the world doesn't see the lie
plastic scene, in-between,
it's just somewhere lost inside

beautiful stuff, as always. i especially like the second verse in "the mirror in your dreams" well, actually, now that i think on it i like the first verse as much. "lost inside / the mirror in your dreams" is a thought provoking line that leads to inner contemplation. i like that your poems do that; cause the reader to examine themselves even as they express emotion. i find too many poems do one or the other; they either express emotion or direct thought. you do both. it's awesome.

the last line in "transient in this world" is great because it adds a twist on the rest of the poem. you have lots of nice little lines in there. "everything means nothing" the words ring true.

i love meandering through this thread of yours.

Thank ya muchly/

you're welcome