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"The Beach"
The choice is yours: to break the tide
or let it all wash over you
upon warm sands and soil
as raging creeks flow soft beside.
You know, I always felt it, too -
the space between the continents -
but oceans only part the earth;
they never rose as eagles flew.
So, keep your feet to bear the toil,
absorb the waters of the sea,
dig beneath this hollow ground
to find a stream all rich with oil.
I'll live with you upon the beach,
indifferent to the hollow dunes
that swell to call me down to lie;
to you, they're well beyond my reach
like the hermits, the reclusive loons,
who lock themselves within their rooms
and never speak a word to us,
just hide and work their broken tunes.
So, let me crawl across your thigh,
each leg walking without a sound;
we'll start a journey to an end,
travel farther than the eye.
"The Spoils"
Eyes like yours are meant to blush,
flush across in daring lies;
we'll find ourselves in hollow bliss,
kiss with so much left to feel,
until the lines grow to a poem
roam gracefully to find their fill
inside your heart, within your mind-
kind justice held against your side.
We're awfully foreign like a ghost,
fear tasting spoils of its host.
Let's drive across the misting ground,
bets being called without a sound.
Fall in grace upon the field,
steeled for war and standing tall-
not new to this, just as I'd hoped,
groped for quotes to tie this knot.
Talented beyond my dreams-
seems you know how I've consented
to everything you'd hoped to try
by every word I feed to you.
"Tonight"
Let's go again,
out past the night
till we're out like lights
tonight,
killing all the circuit.
I know what we are,
an effigy of us,
but let's take the bus
tonight,
to compensate for gas.
The moon settles
behind street lights,
so the street fights
tonight
can be just for us.
A year from now,
I'll rue the day,
rue how you say,
"Tonight,
we're all alone."
Slave to a beat
that only plays acoustic,
I'll listen to the lipstick
tonight
upon your lips.
Give us another kiss
to make me feel complete:
me and he in the same seat
tonight
sharing your company.
I want to know
you're just a dream
just what you seem.
Tonight,
and never again.
"The Space"
The space between two heartbeats
is the place in which I'll hide,
pressed between two sheets and a guitar,
drinking in silence all the tide.
You bless the one that never turns,
never cares and never stares,
but your eyes are pleading to my own,
speaking of the breast it bares.
Indifference leads to self-discovery,
then lusting, then the knife;
I'll retain the information one last time,
smear blood across my bloody life.
Your head can rest just one more minute,
pressed to my back, where I can't see.
My arms can carry you to safety,
curled in so close to me.
You say the grass is greener on this side
so I'll cross the gap to judge the change,
but I can't resist the lips you sport,
the neck you claim is strange.
Sleep now, for the time we have.
Soon enough, we'll both be through.
You may find them quite appealing,
but all I want is you.
My paycheck is gonna rock. Until then, I have $1.75 to my name.
I'm a notorious procrastinator - not in a general sense but when it comes to things that I really don't want to do and people that I really don't want to do things for. I over-hauled a research paper Tuesday to have it ready for its due date... Wednesday. Upon having carried said paper around school all day in a clumsy manilla envelope, the idiot student teacher that stole my enjoyment of that class upon taking the task of teaching from Mrs. Earnest informed us all that she was going to give us an extension for the people that aren't ready (and because she's going to be too lazy to grade them till next week). Great.
Some girls are so awesome.
The choice is yours: to break the tide
or let it all wash over you
upon warm sands and soil
as raging creeks flow soft beside.
You know, I always felt it, too -
the space between the continents -
but oceans only part the earth;
they never rose as eagles flew.
So, keep your feet to bear the toil,
absorb the waters of the sea,
dig beneath this hollow ground
to find a stream all rich with oil.
I'll live with you upon the beach,
indifferent to the hollow dunes
that swell to call me down to lie;
to you, they're well beyond my reach
like the hermits, the reclusive loons,
who lock themselves within their rooms
and never speak a word to us,
just hide and work their broken tunes.
So, let me crawl across your thigh,
each leg walking without a sound;
we'll start a journey to an end,
travel farther than the eye.
"The Spoils"
Eyes like yours are meant to blush,
flush across in daring lies;
we'll find ourselves in hollow bliss,
kiss with so much left to feel,
until the lines grow to a poem
roam gracefully to find their fill
inside your heart, within your mind-
kind justice held against your side.
We're awfully foreign like a ghost,
fear tasting spoils of its host.
Let's drive across the misting ground,
bets being called without a sound.
Fall in grace upon the field,
steeled for war and standing tall-
not new to this, just as I'd hoped,
groped for quotes to tie this knot.
Talented beyond my dreams-
seems you know how I've consented
to everything you'd hoped to try
by every word I feed to you.
"Tonight"
Let's go again,
out past the night
till we're out like lights
tonight,
killing all the circuit.
I know what we are,
an effigy of us,
but let's take the bus
tonight,
to compensate for gas.
The moon settles
behind street lights,
so the street fights
tonight
can be just for us.
A year from now,
I'll rue the day,
rue how you say,
"Tonight,
we're all alone."
Slave to a beat
that only plays acoustic,
I'll listen to the lipstick
tonight
upon your lips.
Give us another kiss
to make me feel complete:
me and he in the same seat
tonight
sharing your company.
I want to know
you're just a dream
just what you seem.
Tonight,
and never again.
"The Space"
The space between two heartbeats
is the place in which I'll hide,
pressed between two sheets and a guitar,
drinking in silence all the tide.
You bless the one that never turns,
never cares and never stares,
but your eyes are pleading to my own,
speaking of the breast it bares.
Indifference leads to self-discovery,
then lusting, then the knife;
I'll retain the information one last time,
smear blood across my bloody life.
Your head can rest just one more minute,
pressed to my back, where I can't see.
My arms can carry you to safety,
curled in so close to me.
You say the grass is greener on this side
so I'll cross the gap to judge the change,
but I can't resist the lips you sport,
the neck you claim is strange.
Sleep now, for the time we have.
Soon enough, we'll both be through.
You may find them quite appealing,
but all I want is you.
My paycheck is gonna rock. Until then, I have $1.75 to my name.
I'm a notorious procrastinator - not in a general sense but when it comes to things that I really don't want to do and people that I really don't want to do things for. I over-hauled a research paper Tuesday to have it ready for its due date... Wednesday. Upon having carried said paper around school all day in a clumsy manilla envelope, the idiot student teacher that stole my enjoyment of that class upon taking the task of teaching from Mrs. Earnest informed us all that she was going to give us an extension for the people that aren't ready (and because she's going to be too lazy to grade them till next week). Great.
Some girls are so awesome.