random thoughts in a random mind on a random night..
Dedication to Jet Black: My Ending Result of being Liked, Loved, and Let Go
We sat on the bench
Encircled by all the familiarity that we knew
But it was different this time
shoulder to shoulder
With an equator of confusion
staring us dead in the eyes
blocking our thoughts
And freezing the phase
I got burnt with each gasping sigh
You grabbed my arm
And wiped my tears
Lips speaking soft peaceful lies
You tried all you could
to raise my head
But it hurt to look in your eyes
You told me you loved me
A best friend I had been
And the love that you had
Would never end
But your words spoke the sounds
And the actions weren’t there
To prove all your words
Dissolving in air
In stillness I sat
Posture collapsed
With heavying weight on my head
I smothered my cries
And craved to glance up
But it hurt to look in your eyes
Days followed by
And the silence began
While the ticks on the clock
Pushed the weight on the hands
And the hours they passed
I just sat there to wait
You were seconds away
From your biggest mistake
The day finally came
With the night in the car
I remember so clearly
the radio on
The words I soaked in
With the song set on play
Went straight to my heart
Singing “give it away”
So wherever you are
And wherever you go
Whatever you do
I want you to know
Forgetting our distance
Forgetting our time
I loved you and always will
So here’s my goodbye
as I stare at the ground
For it hurts to look in your eyes
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Part II of the Uncovered Silence from the Partially Insane
I’ll drink up the notes
Like a war to the face
The measures are timed
But it's just not the same
Unfortunate endings
Parading in shame
Eyes talk of value
But it's just not the same
Figures distorted
Aligning the crowds
Speeches impelling
Voices grow loud
Miniature ants
From the view on the plane
With the past flying by
It's just not the same
You wait for the sense
In the tense of this rhyme
With the notes on the page
And the measuring time
The plane flying high
With the war drawing low
With the ants on the ground
This makes no sense at all
Like scallowing bugs
Crawling with shame
Predictable silence
It’s always the same..
We sat on the bench
Encircled by all the familiarity that we knew
But it was different this time
shoulder to shoulder
With an equator of confusion
staring us dead in the eyes
blocking our thoughts
And freezing the phase
I got burnt with each gasping sigh
You grabbed my arm
And wiped my tears
Lips speaking soft peaceful lies
You tried all you could
to raise my head
But it hurt to look in your eyes
You told me you loved me
A best friend I had been
And the love that you had
Would never end
But your words spoke the sounds
And the actions weren’t there
To prove all your words
Dissolving in air
In stillness I sat
Posture collapsed
With heavying weight on my head
I smothered my cries
And craved to glance up
But it hurt to look in your eyes
Days followed by
And the silence began
While the ticks on the clock
Pushed the weight on the hands
And the hours they passed
I just sat there to wait
You were seconds away
From your biggest mistake
The day finally came
With the night in the car
I remember so clearly
the radio on
The words I soaked in
With the song set on play
Went straight to my heart
Singing “give it away”
So wherever you are
And wherever you go
Whatever you do
I want you to know
Forgetting our distance
Forgetting our time
I loved you and always will
So here’s my goodbye
as I stare at the ground
For it hurts to look in your eyes
-------------------------------------------------
Part II of the Uncovered Silence from the Partially Insane
I’ll drink up the notes
Like a war to the face
The measures are timed
But it's just not the same
Unfortunate endings
Parading in shame
Eyes talk of value
But it's just not the same
Figures distorted
Aligning the crowds
Speeches impelling
Voices grow loud
Miniature ants
From the view on the plane
With the past flying by
It's just not the same
You wait for the sense
In the tense of this rhyme
With the notes on the page
And the measuring time
The plane flying high
With the war drawing low
With the ants on the ground
This makes no sense at all
Like scallowing bugs
Crawling with shame
Predictable silence
It’s always the same..