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Sometimes My Pen Feels Heavy / fragile
sometimes my pen feels heavyand so i trembleas i wield it to paperwhat if the words i birthare frail, stillborn things?what ifthey’re prematurely hatched birdswith clipped and slighted wings? sometimes my pen feels heavylike a judge’s gaveleach and every blank page is a courtroomand i’ll sentence myselfwith the weight of my sentences sometimes my pen…
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maybe i’ve lost my spark (the show must go on)
we’re running out of earth and the sun’s not on our side and i fear the moon turned angry and vengeful ∗ ∗ ∗ i think I’ve lost my spark my sense of wonder might be a little tired. or dead. the birds don’t sing to me like they used to and the sun seldom…
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the day that i died
on the day that i diedi woke up invisiblespread my bed and fluffed the pillowwhere i lay my headand my dreams and hopes and fearsall these past years i sat on the ledgeand looked out over the sleeping cityand there was nary a star in the skythe moon was in hidingthe air had the taste…
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protect me from what i want
the very thing i clamour fori recoil at the first sight ofand run awaylike a wounded, whimpering dogi always licked it from knivesand crumbs off the floorprotect mefrom what i wantif you handed it to methen i wouldn’t know what to dowith iti would cup it in my handsand cradle itand hold it too tightand…
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The Loved and Lost Club / the hopeless romantic
you stole my brittle and battered up heartsaid that i needed savingthen played the part of a herojust to save facebut i was fine, i swear i was before you came alongand even if i was drowning then those were familiar watersi’d swam among sharks and riptides for way too longto know how to get…
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an enchanting unraveling
you conjure up whole storms and you calm them tooyou paint dreamscapes and whole galaxieson the wallyou’ve got the universe in your eyescelestial bodies twinkle all aroundyou’ve got stardust in your handsand on your fingertips just like magic music flows in and outand around youlike a waterfalldown from the cataracts and rapidsand into the riptide…
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i told the stars about you.
there’s a hidden message here. hint: capital letters :)
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let me peel the orange for you
let me peel the orange for you.come now, i can see it from your tired, unsteady handsyou watch as the knife slices through the peeland wish thatyou could peel back all these versions of youand be brand new let me dry your tears for you.your stormy eyes tell a lifetime’s worth of storiesfrom battles with…
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momentarily.
i wanted to continue on the theme of leaving and abandonment, and so this is one about feeling replaceable. that sinking feeling that someone could come along and take your place because maybe you’ve been made to feel that way before with other people. or maybe you’re just not enough or you’re too much.
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if you must love me / if you must leave me
if you must love mepleasedon’t promise me the moonthen leave me with stardust in my hands if you must love mepleasedon’t throw me to the firethen leave me as smouldering ashes if you must love mepleasedon’t shut me outthen leave me freezing to death if you must love mepleasedon’t excite me, make my heart beat…
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