hey.. been going through much of my fragments file and some scrapbook pages... boy.. so much 'waste' :wink: here's a bit of what i thought might be worth to have a look at. hope i haven't already posted these at some similar assignment in the past :lol:
Days queue up so orderly
We stand still and watch
While shadows grow behind our backs
Soon they will have circled us
I said the moon might well misuse our trust
And when the stars fall,
Our hopes will, too
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The willow winds itself until it touches
The creek where it's shallow
Where you stand with your crutches
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And then you call your parents
Just for a voice that is real
But you are mere skin
These sockets empty, these arms limp
And the beat inside your chest
Is a clock
And the noise inside your head
Holds your tongue
maybe one of these (or bits of one) will make sense to one of you and if it takes you anywhere, even if it's just a word further, i'd be happy :D any comments very much appreciated :wink:
cheers,
straycat.
"oh, eventually it will break your heart" - anders wendin
