February 2012
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dandelion clocks
I dreamed about baked beans becoming blankets And dead bodies becoming grass. And I dreamed of dandelion clocks in the breeze, So thank you for wishing them sweet. I dreamed of sharing a sleeping bag, Though not with you.
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Butterflies
Not new. This went through twelve drafts, took three months, and goes down pretty well at performance events! Uploaded for Hannah, because now that I know someone actually reads this, I’m gonna have to pull my finger out ;)
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I am here,
and he is here, and something else is here too - that bungee jump, about-to-step-on-stage feeling. The crucial moment, fight or flight? The...
January 2012
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The Hunter's Prayer
I’ll choke down salt to keep me pure I’ll lock the door if it’ll buy a minute more. I’ll draw the mark to keep the clouds away the hounds at bay I know there’s Hell to pay. I’ll hold my ground, remain despite the fear I’ll just wait here my eyes stay mine and clear. So stand in circles, soldiers, for just a little longer. Call on angels, and on...
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Your muse
I thought maybe you would bury it, the way some poets do, So that only I could understand, only me and you, But you wore it like a medal and you waved it like a flag: I was just meant to be idolised, I wasn’t made to brag. I’m your muse, your inspiration, and I’ve worked out what that means. I’ve been placed upon a pedestal and left behind the scenes, And the audience...
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Simplicity
Your song is so euphonious that it would be unfair to weigh it down with meanings it was never meant to bear the less you make it carry, love, the more you make it true roses red are beautiful and so, my dear, are you.
December 2011
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thiefree:
Kitties and candles, although they may thrill you, are small, tame examples of things that can kill you.
As is my love for you.
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Hush
Hush, hush The night flows around you Sleep, sleep The darkness has found you Dream, dream And try not to drown through the oceans of terrors that sightlessly hound you. And when you’re done dreaming the screaming will wake you and when you’re done screaming the meaning will take you will break you to pieces like wakening breakthrough and what will it make you See? See...
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an uncomfortable realisation
As soon as I saw her, I knew it was over between us, forever. She isn’t nearly as pretty as me so it can’t be about that at all.
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Storm
“Haha, did you see that?”
As she speaks, her finger trails down my nose in a lazy line, coming to rest on the edge of my smile.
“Yes, I saw. This storm is really something huh.”
“I knooowwww…” She rolls onto her front, propping herself up on her elbows, hands supporting her chin. “I like it when you’re like this.”
“Like...
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Parks are for this →
vondell-swain:
thiefree:
Walk alone.
Especially through sunrises
especially through green places.
Bring a dog or camera if you need an alibi.
Walk alone
when the leaves are green and brown and gold
and yellow, and the air is cold
(the world is sleeping, never dead)
and notice when the leaves are red and ready for their winter bed
Your mind is unexpectedly, unashamedly full.
Your mind...
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In response to Tom and Vondell's views on art.
vondell-swain:
thiefree:
It’s not the plane of rust
against the wall
that made me fall in love with art again.
I’ll start again:
It’s not the angles of the white
that made me stay up late last night
and take myself apart again
to try to find the light,
It was you.
And you’re right.
And if you think, I think you’ll find
that art can come to every kind
and impart many states of mind...