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Staying Awake (11:59)
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Staying Awake (11:59) |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Staying Awake (11:59) Waiting for a call feathers and leaves soften the fall this aftermath is harder without you here San Francisco is about to disappear still waiting staying awake watching the shadow and the light's unholy mating we are the last to arrive at love we are the last to survive at 11:59, and love yeah love is the razor's edge I'm not afraid to walk along with you Movement in the sky lips shiver but I do not hear the cry this afterglow is easier when you're around tapping the phone and hitting the ground still moving staying awake stare down dawnlight into shards perfect for carrying inside caverns and boxes of love inside, away from rainfall of 11:59, oh love yeah love is the abandoned house, webbing stuck on me and you You have shaped the night to fit your needs and the rivers run, the rivers run at a speed beyond my ability to bleed it couldn't get more grey than this Waiting to feel full wires sway like eyelashes in the cold this ever after is smoothed out by your smile San Francisco sadness all the while is still waiting staying awake watching this ungodly burden's sacred leavetaking we are the last to taste this love we're the lasting impression at 11:59, and love oh love is the blindness I'm happy to suffer from looking at you I have slid down the surface of tears tonight and I'm numbed, I'm numbed by lust unable to fight the seeping of ugly pure light it doesn't get more grey than this Still awake, cut into the arms of impending midnight but I'm staying awake watching the shadows overtake the light's precious skin you and me are the last to arrive at love you and me are the last to arise by midnight in love yeah love is the razor's edge I'm not afraid to cut my dreams into bite-sized pieces to share with you and you you have shaped my mind to fit your light and the rivers run, the rivers run at the velocity of a rose bled to be yours tonight it shouldn't get more grey than this Staying awake to kiss the face of frozen fire daybreak. "What have I become? Truth is nothing yet" -Snow Patrol,'Chocolate' |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
SD, this poem has such a tragic feel to it, such a moment of holocaustic dread, I applaud you! Wow! I relived moments of the Twilight Zone, the horrific moments of bomb shelters and "drop, cover, roll" moments. I pray your poem does not come true, other than to bring your love to you. |
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