speak in whispered tones,
reverential prayers
the heart inside you moans,
beneath protective layers
sliding by what will not last,
embracing now the cold
harken then to Winters past,
seek now a hand to hold
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silent rainbows sleep
in frozen streams
winged secrets
there to keep
memories alive
in dreams
So much has changed. My life turned upside down, not for bad, but for good and for novelty.
Since we spoke, I have ventured far beyond what I thought I could do. And I have done amazing. There’s this bitter aftertaste as I lay in bed, suddenly realizing you don’t know any of this. It doesn’t matter, does it? You are gone and that’s all there is to it.
But it kind of matters to me. Or right now it does. Maybe it won’t in 6 months.
I wonder if you ever share that bitter aftertaste. I wonder how much your life has changed, whether for good, bad, or novelty. I hope I never know.
And I hope it’s changed for the better.
– Miriam Kamens, messages to you
yeah
Three Feet From God: An Oral History of Nirvana ‘Unplugged’
the eyes of forever
a sadness divine
born of forgotten dreams
that have died
within the soul
the eyes of forever
the pain of tomorrow
lost within
a pool of sorrow
eyes that stare
with sadness and grief
a silent entreaty
to time, the thief
the sound of
piano keys dance
in my ears,
reminding me of
when i found
paradise intertwined
in my hands.there is a reason
for why i name
my songs after
you.– “insert your name here”
insert
Left Handed Kisses by
Andrew Bird featuring Fiona Apple from the album Are You Serious – Director, Philip Andelman
now u got me writin love songs
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the final frontier
a wilderness
a wasteland
where we never hear
the cries of the lost
though ignorance,
through fear,
we do not
know how to hear.
know how to touch
know how to feel
know how to tell
that which is real
from that which we
conjure up
in the name
of hope
pain will come
pain will pass
as sunlight through
aged glass
we respire
in a world
devoid of touch,
courting the unknown,
using hope
as a crutch
using hope
as a crutch
using hope
as a crutch
using hope
as a crutch
using
hope
One thing I
have failed to learn,
is how to identify
the point of no return.
I see it in retrospect,
when it is too late.
once the hounds have escaped,
THEN, I shut the gate.
I never see it coming
until I start to burn;
yet, an inferno rages
at the point of no return.
and still I don’t hear,
and still I don’t feel,
the ominous sound
as the paint starts to peel.
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