pouring out your soul
Nice man.
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
<----------------- click and listen!broken hearted, dripping glue--
and
losing that twinkle, I'm losing your eyes--
and
my world of grey, can't pick a color;
and
losing that twinkle, I'm losing your eyes--
and
my world of grey, can't pick a color;
turn your head
come back again
to here knows when
last.fm
come back again
to here knows when
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"biting cold"
the biting cold biting hard,
baring teeth like a sad goodbye
choking on my breath--
as it chokes out of my soul
a deep sigh; but one of sadness--
not regret, not regret, not regret
holding on, letting go,
a broken smile, a broken soul
the rain falls, almost sleet
not cold enough, I'm still on fire
no one left behind-- just two hearts,
left alone
the biting cold biting hard,
baring teeth like a sad goodbye
choking on my breath--
as it chokes out of my soul
a deep sigh; but one of sadness--
not regret, not regret, not regret
holding on, letting go,
a broken smile, a broken soul
the rain falls, almost sleet
not cold enough, I'm still on fire
no one left behind-- just two hearts,
left 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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"and"
and everybody knows, but nobody knows
and everyone see, but no one can see
and everybody comes, but nobody stays
for long-- so long, I'm gone, long gone
and nobody sees the cracks on the sidewalk,
and nobody feels the breaking of my heart
and nobody knows the water washes away,
come and wash my world away
and nobody sees the world crashing down,
and nobody sees all the beauty they've found
and nobody knows until it's gone,
so far, long gone, lost-- gone
and everybody knows, but nobody knows
and everyone see, but no one can see
and everybody comes, but nobody stays
for long-- so long, I'm gone, long gone
and nobody sees the cracks on the sidewalk,
and nobody feels the breaking of my heart
and nobody knows the water washes away,
come and wash my world away
and nobody sees the world crashing down,
and nobody sees all the beauty they've found
and nobody knows until it's gone,
so far, long gone, lost-- gone
"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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"sailboat"
it's the beautiful month of May,
I've heard the words,
nothing gold can stay
and you still say,
that nothing's changed,
but I've changed, I've changed,
and I'm better off this way
but you, you're just like a sailboat
kill yourself just to try and to stay afloat
you're just like a sailboat
tossed out upon the waves
now we're slipping in June,
I never thought it'd come this soon
but there's nothing I can do,
I can't see the moon,
but I see you,
and I see, that you're blue
ohh so blue
but you, you're just like a sailboat
kill yourself just to try and to stay afloat
you're just like a sailboat
tossed out upon the waves
and you're just like a sailboat
do what you do, it's still you that pulls the rope
and you're just like a sailboat
ripped apart by the waves
torn apart, by today
wave goodbye to what you could have saved
but you wouldn't save--
me,
you couldn't see
this could be
you were too naive,
too naive to believe
but you, you're just like a sailboat
kill yourself just to try and to stay afloat
you're just like a sailboat
tossed out upon the waves
and you're just like a sailboat
so full of regret, that you've lost hope
you are just like a sailboat
drifting out across the sea,
drifting out across the sea--
just drift away, away from me
it's the beautiful month of May,
I've heard the words,
nothing gold can stay
and you still say,
that nothing's changed,
but I've changed, I've changed,
and I'm better off this way
but you, you're just like a sailboat
kill yourself just to try and to stay afloat
you're just like a sailboat
tossed out upon the waves
now we're slipping in June,
I never thought it'd come this soon
but there's nothing I can do,
I can't see the moon,
but I see you,
and I see, that you're blue
ohh so blue
but you, you're just like a sailboat
kill yourself just to try and to stay afloat
you're just like a sailboat
tossed out upon the waves
and you're just like a sailboat
do what you do, it's still you that pulls the rope
and you're just like a sailboat
ripped apart by the waves
torn apart, by today
wave goodbye to what you could have saved
but you wouldn't save--
me,
you couldn't see
this could be
you were too naive,
too naive to believe
but you, you're just like a sailboat
kill yourself just to try and to stay afloat
you're just like a sailboat
tossed out upon the waves
and you're just like a sailboat
so full of regret, that you've lost hope
you are just like a sailboat
drifting out across the sea,
drifting out across the sea--
just drift away, away from me
"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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"hope"
digging through my frazzled mind,
looking for themes, looking for more
but all I find are these trodden paths,
rip away the hinges, find the open door
all of these lackluster love stories,
telling the short story of my life
looking so trivial, looking so meager,
nothing can end well, let it all linger
I pray no one sees the life I lead,
behind grand plans, and unboarded planes
just sitting in my coffe shop, with pretentious perspective
lost inside my head, that sun has turned to rain
but I'm finally finding the man I am,
between the dozen I've tried to be
and I know I'll make it, through it all
and just come out, being me
digging through my frazzled mind,
looking for themes, looking for more
but all I find are these trodden paths,
rip away the hinges, find the open door
all of these lackluster love stories,
telling the short story of my life
looking so trivial, looking so meager,
nothing can end well, let it all linger
I pray no one sees the life I lead,
behind grand plans, and unboarded planes
just sitting in my coffe shop, with pretentious perspective
lost inside my head, that sun has turned to rain
but I'm finally finding the man I am,
between the dozen I've tried to be
and I know I'll make it, through it all
and just come out, being me
"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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I've actually starting writing poems again
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Random Name wrote:Sailboat is most definately a song that need to go to music.
thanks! I thought so, too. I actually wrote it as a song! My roomate is a saint on acoustic guitar, and can write some of the most beautiful melodies, but sucks with words. I don't know music, but I'm ayite with words. Put us together... BAM! we're making music, baby!
"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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put these together today, I really dig 'em...
...
"hard water on soft tin"
riding out this brutal storm,
the wind outside, the wind in me
fog so thick, it clouds the Earth,
it clouds my eyes, God let me see
water beats against the roof,
hard water on soft tin
if only it could sing me to sleep,
but all I do is listen
as the darkness falls and thunder claps,
I let slip a dear, sweet sigh
as I lie here in this dim lit room,
and all I can do is close my eyes
...
"bittersweet"
I still see the way you look at me,
and how you're holding yourself back
the lies you whisper, inside your head
with all the words, you'll wish you'd said
if you could just let yourself go,
and fall back into me
instead of lingering glances, and unoffered dances
then we could finally just let ourselves be
as bittersweet as it may seem,
it's still the sweet, nonetheless
because all there is to life is time,
how we spend it, and how we lie
will it be easier now, or harder forever,
as it lies in your mind one quiet night
my content effort, lives on as your regret
while in my bed I sleep, and in your's you still sit
...
"pop"
sitting in my first real room,
filled with all the things I love
reading Dickinson, with Dashboard on the radio,
the light hangs from above, I've nowhere left to go
Something Corporate fills the air,
a Kerouac novel catches my eye
and I realize I'm living the life I want,
and I didn't even have to try
waiting for my friends to be here,
if they never came, I'd still be fine
all I need, is inside of me,
as I light a candle, just to feel the burn
...
...
"hard water on soft tin"
riding out this brutal storm,
the wind outside, the wind in me
fog so thick, it clouds the Earth,
it clouds my eyes, God let me see
water beats against the roof,
hard water on soft tin
if only it could sing me to sleep,
but all I do is listen
as the darkness falls and thunder claps,
I let slip a dear, sweet sigh
as I lie here in this dim lit room,
and all I can do is close my eyes
...
"bittersweet"
I still see the way you look at me,
and how you're holding yourself back
the lies you whisper, inside your head
with all the words, you'll wish you'd said
if you could just let yourself go,
and fall back into me
instead of lingering glances, and unoffered dances
then we could finally just let ourselves be
as bittersweet as it may seem,
it's still the sweet, nonetheless
because all there is to life is time,
how we spend it, and how we lie
will it be easier now, or harder forever,
as it lies in your mind one quiet night
my content effort, lives on as your regret
while in my bed I sleep, and in your's you still sit
...
"pop"
sitting in my first real room,
filled with all the things I love
reading Dickinson, with Dashboard on the radio,
the light hangs from above, I've nowhere left to go
Something Corporate fills the air,
a Kerouac novel catches my eye
and I realize I'm living the life I want,
and I didn't even have to try
waiting for my friends to be here,
if they never came, I'd still be fine
all I need, is inside of me,
as I light a candle, just to feel the burn
...
"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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"knowing full-well"
there's a wreck on the road back to my life,
it makes me wonder if I even want back
I could just stay here in the safe, in my home,
no one can break your heart if you lock it away, alone
following my headlights off the side of the road,
and when there's nothing left I just start to walk
I don't know where I'm going, I don't think I ever will
but one foot moves, after the other, why can't I just be still?
giving speeches about how it'll all just be alright,
knowing full-well that I don't even believe myself
because I know that with every change, it just get sa little deeper
until you're so far down, you become just another long-lost dreamer
there's a wreck on the road back to my life,
it makes me wonder if I even want back
I could just stay here in the safe, in my home,
no one can break your heart if you lock it away, alone
following my headlights off the side of the road,
and when there's nothing left I just start to walk
I don't know where I'm going, I don't think I ever will
but one foot moves, after the other, why can't I just be still?
giving speeches about how it'll all just be alright,
knowing full-well that I don't even believe myself
because I know that with every change, it just get sa little deeper
until you're so far down, you become just another long-lost dreamer
"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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"a stuffed animal gift"
if my arms feel empty,
could I fill them with you?
if you really leave for good,
then what am I supposed to do?
the one I want, she isn't here,
but I once wanted you, do I still?
you break your own heart just to keep control,
you think you know the world, but girl you just don't know
a stuffed animal gift, you probably forgot you gave,
crashes against the wall, in a sea of feathers
and this novelty ring, saved for a smile,
but once it finds my finger, all I can do is cry
if my arms feel empty,
could I fill them with you?
if you really leave for good,
then what am I supposed to do?
the one I want, she isn't here,
but I once wanted you, do I still?
you break your own heart just to keep control,
you think you know the world, but girl you just don't know
a stuffed animal gift, you probably forgot you gave,
crashes against the wall, in a sea of feathers
and this novelty ring, saved for a smile,
but once it finds my finger, all I can do is cry
"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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"different"
you tell me how I'm different,
but I think you're just afraid of change
holding on to your happy Summer,
wishing it all could stay the same
I still don't know how best friends got on different sides,
as you give your speeches for him to me
it breaks my heart that you're saying this,
it scares me most that you believe
living on your self-righteous soapbox,
you're praying for me, and I'm praying for you
I pray to God that we're both wrong,
and for yor half a point, and heart full of issues
you tell me how I'm different,
but I think you're just afraid of change
holding on to your happy Summer,
wishing it all could stay the same
I still don't know how best friends got on different sides,
as you give your speeches for him to me
it breaks my heart that you're saying this,
it scares me most that you believe
living on your self-righteous soapbox,
you're praying for me, and I'm praying for you
I pray to God that we're both wrong,
and for yor half a point, and heart full of issues
"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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"as we wait for the credits to roll"
we've all seen too many movies,
looking for love in just grand kisses
dismissing our friendships, miss too easy truths
as we wait for the credits to roll
but life will never fade to black,
and its soundtrack never can be heard
only silence, and the sound we make,
as we wait for the credits to roll
we've all seen too many movies,
looking for love in just grand kisses
dismissing our friendships, miss too easy truths
as we wait for the credits to roll
but life will never fade to black,
and its soundtrack never can be heard
only silence, and the sound we make,
as we wait for the credits to roll
"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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"Why?"
Why is it I feel the need to escape?
To pull away from the life I have--
is it because it reminds me of the life I want?
The things I can't change?
The things I don't understand?
Of the person, that I can't be?
Why is it I feel the need to escape?
To pull away from the life I have--
is it because it reminds me of the life I want?
The things I can't change?
The things I don't understand?
Of the person, that I can't be?
"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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"the songs you always sing"
I know what it's like to die,
waiting alone in the wings
and to not know all the words,
to the songs you always sing
to watch you walk away,
drowning in all your fears
the ocean behind your brave face,
always streaked with brand new tears
the streets run red with confusion,
this crimson river, is all that's real
and behind it all I hear the clocks tick,
and I know it'd be worth it, if only I could feel
I know what it's like to die,
waiting alone in the wings
and to not know all the words,
to the songs you always sing
to watch you walk away,
drowning in all your fears
the ocean behind your brave face,
always streaked with brand new tears
the streets run red with confusion,
this crimson river, is all that's real
and behind it all I hear the clocks tick,
and I know it'd be worth it, if only I could feel
"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
- Posts: 2272
- Joined: 3/17/2002, 2:51 pm
- Location: my heart is in New York.
- Contact:
"Restraint"
Restraint. Why the Hell would someone want to restrain from love? Some people believe that you only fall in love once. I don't think that I believe that. Maybe once a month, but not once a lifetime. Why can't I just let myself be happy? I've got the girl. Hell, it's even the girl I wanted-- and not the one that just happened to be there. I can see it in her eyes that she want's to let herself go, and just fall. Fall completely. But she won't. She's afraid. Is she afraid I'll break her heart? If she'd ever let me get a full grip on it, I know I wouldn't break it. I couldn't break it. Mine would surely shatter first. It's better to have the girl, even if not completely; than to not have her at all, right? Right?
Restraint. Why the Hell would someone want to restrain from love? Some people believe that you only fall in love once. I don't think that I believe that. Maybe once a month, but not once a lifetime. Why can't I just let myself be happy? I've got the girl. Hell, it's even the girl I wanted-- and not the one that just happened to be there. I can see it in her eyes that she want's to let herself go, and just fall. Fall completely. But she won't. She's afraid. Is she afraid I'll break her heart? If she'd ever let me get a full grip on it, I know I wouldn't break it. I couldn't break it. Mine would surely shatter first. It's better to have the girl, even if not completely; than to not have her at all, right? 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
- Oskar Winner: 2005
- Posts: 2272
- Joined: 3/17/2002, 2:51 pm
- Location: my heart is in New York.
- Contact:
"wash me away"
I'm always gonna stumble,
I just have to pick up when I fall
and know if everyone's gone, if I'm here alone,
I can make it all, alright
like a broken sailboat,
tossed out among the waves
the only guide, the current's stride,
water, wash me away
I'm always gonna stumble,
I just have to pick up when I fall
and know if everyone's gone, if I'm here alone,
I can make it all, alright
like a broken sailboat,
tossed out among the waves
the only guide, the current's stride,
water, wash me away
"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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