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Murmur
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Murmur |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Murmur I woke up this morning, it was bluer than blood rubbed my eyes looked at my life, this cheap dud of a missle aimed at her smile she decorates her heart with the bones of other guys leaving me shivering from the start the opening crescendo of the day sighing my best sigh I go out into the light and throw myself into the fray the velocity of this ferocity inside traffic jammed minds takes me for all I'm worth if I'm even worth the time Lonely's like that I guess it puts on the prettiest dress but leaves you to freeze in the night covering your wounds from the pain of light that everyone shines on you it's such a drag to need it so bad lonely looks good on you my friend So welcome to the parade of pathetic pathelogical liars close in the crowd, shout it out loud, and light the fires that'll burn me, turn me into a "normal person" normal by the standards of people who don't listen to the soft murmur in your heartbeat there's too much noise out on the street after all I went to bed this evening, and awoke in another man's dreams I held my head looked at my life, torn apart at the seams she decorates my heart with the bloody words she said when she left me shivering from the start the closing credits of the day crying my best cry I go out without a fight and throw myself into the fray the vicious terror of eyes that stare back into my own tonight takes me for all I'm worth if I'm worth a second sight Sanity's like that I guess it puts you to the test but breaks your pencil before the end you cover your answers to defend the secrets of being you it's such a drag to bleed so bad sanity is leaving you too my friend So welcome to the paradise of psycoholics anonymous close your eyes, don't tell no lies, and Merry Christmas surprise, you get to become a "cleansed soul" clean by the standards of people who don't feel the pull in the soft murmur of your heartbeat to the dark alleys away from the street anyway I woke up in a fog of confusion, I was lost in the flood I closed my eyes felt a pull in the compass of my blood towards her north star heart to lead me through this mist of cries of skeleton loners shivering for a brand new start the faded typewriter words of this day got me lying my best lie I surrender to the dark night and throw myself into the fray the raging mind that seems to find a way back into the light before I'm stripped of all I'm worth if I'm worth another fight My soul is like that I guess it makes me feel less and less when my heart screams for more and more love and peace inside me like a revolving door it's the secret of being me such a drag to want so bad another soul to understand me and be my friend So you're welcome to a pair of wings made from the things I tried to throw away, I let it end this way, so on and on I'll sing for another way out to the wide open life of a "nice guy" nice by the standards of people who could only try and listen to the soft murmur in my heartbeat like the subway racing underneath the street take me away And the sky was bloodier than the blue light that shivers inside you it takes me for all I'm worth and leaves me falling towards the earth my friend "The moon ain't romantic, it's intimidating as hell". -- Tom Waits, 'Bad Liver and a Broken Heart' |
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majnu
since 2002-10-13
Posts 1088SF Bay Area |
rather well done. the flow is a bit choppy and with its length that is a serious drawback, but even so, you have some amazing images/metaphors/similes in their - some of them striking in their originality. -majnu |
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