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Coffee Stained
In those nights my heart is a river
That swells and fills in the rain.
And in the morning parched and gentle,
A quiet song in refrain.
Oh how I remember swirling in the moonlight,
Flooding pavements and veins.
Shining city lights back to the moon,
Until it is the only memory that remains.
Once I receded the cracks reveal
All the ache and thirst for more.
And while I know better to turn around,
I keep waiting outside your door.
Smile for me, the only thing that matter,
While fleeting and pretend, this is our ever after.
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This is Why I Run
I want to run barefoot among the stars
sweeping through those stuck angry cars.
With every step, each bounce and stolen breath,
I am further from the moment you left.
I want to run and sometimes be elsewhere
to know no one, to never need to care.
And when in the pavement I fall asleep,
to wake alone with a nice broken hip.
I want to stay gone, I want to run,
if without you, my moment here is done.
I want to run aloud, run dark, run free,
anything to escape your fleeting memory.
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I am Leaving
I am leaving and you're not mine;
Your eyes see well beyond me,
they light up some place else, to someone else.
Too far to reach, too lost to own.
I am leaving and the time is gone;
I've been to many sunsets waiting
and my shadow grew tired of the parking lot.
Ever haunted and wet and hopeful.
I am leaving and you're working late;
a soft goodbye sending me off into the night.
But life will age soon and I may return,
to the one I could never leave elsewhere.
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We Begin at the End
They take too long looking for warmth in days,
then scurry up into the night like froths
of white fluffy bitterness in a gentle haze.
The world is but crowds of suits and feet
and bunches of wobbly stoplights
stopping and going. Stopping. Going.
In A Heartbeat.
All senses lost in the gutters of habit,
they are but empty rooms in midnight hours
falling one by one into the moonlit pit.
Another day hence, everything was free,
they take too long, they scurry into the night.
We turned off the lights, crash!
then there's you and me.
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Sputnik,
she is her own. She is a lot of things to many people and no one can quite describe her in words that would justify what she stands for.
She can be too much to handle.
At times she closes herself from the world.
She sees through people's masks and walls.
She listens to every word.
Many times her laughter
                   reverberates all over the room
                   and no corner is left
                   unhappy.
She pretends to be nothing but herself, her reality.
She's a full spectrum of emotions but her face remains stern.
Her lips quiver in anger.
Her
eyes
light
up
in delight.
You can not lie to her because she'll know.
She has little faith.
She takes her time to believe.
She has exquisite tast
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Love Letter For No One
You have no idea just what you do to me, I think. See, today I wasn't able to drive to work because I'm too spaced out, eat because I don't have the appetite, work out because I don't have the energy, focus because my entire system is busy attending to something else that's awfully breaking apart and generally live because I'm just too tired, too lazy, too sad.
I blame you. No no, its not because you didn't reply (again), flaked out (again), attempted to choke up a brilliant excuse (again) and disappeared (again). I don't expect you reply, show up, be honest or be available all the time. I expect nothing of you because I hate how people expect stuff from me. I let you trample on the very things that give bounce to my every step, perk to my voice and glitter to my eyes. I let you build me up and bring me down throughout the course of a day. I let you because I love you, isn't that just dandy?
I love you. Who gets to say that to anyone everyday? Who gets to say that to you and attempt in
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I Am My Own
I don't ignite my fireworks on another's cigarette,
I am by no means under anyone's sunrise.
I pull my own tide, I am my lazy afternoon.
I start all my sentences with I's.
I lose control and I punish myself.
I create and hear music of my own.
I see nothing but reflections of my eyes,
I am nothing but flesh. I am but skin. I am but bones.
I retreat to myself. I belong to no one.
I am ugly by my own right, of course.
I live in the dark amidst the average world,
I wonder how good it must be to be yours.
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The Pianist
I sit still, legs crossed over the other,
while people gather in unlikely wonder.
With eyes pressed, with keys closed,
I sway along as my music flows.
They hear the street, they hear the street,
I feel the melodies, I tapped my feet.
In silence I hum a low lonely hum,
and people passing say 'that's so dumb'
Still I played on, I played day and night,
I needed none else but notes to my light.
My fingers grew sore and my legs fell asleep,
only my bittersweet music I could keep.
And in some days I look up, in search for a face,
that once swept pass me in such great haste.
But while I wait, year after year after year,
I play melodies that only you can hear.
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dear you,
sometimes im brave,
sometime im too scared to look you in your eyes.
i walk a step behind you so i could smile to myself
and not be asked about it.
most of the time im creepy.
i try to hide my attempts to bump into you.
i make excuses so you cant tell i still like you.
im not lost but i want you to find me.
you're not gone but i look for you all the time.
im not exactly endearing.
i talk like i don't care.
sometimes i pretend not to see you.
i dont have anything you need.
i try to walk away everyday.
im captivated by the way you look at me.
im giving you everything.
i am the last person you'd want to own,
but i could be all yours.
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