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winter storms
02:47
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winter storms are nothing to cry about, baby
this season is only for practice
maybe
all of this, is just an exercise in patience
maybe we're all still learning how to love
we can hibernate like bears if you want to,
put this off til february or march.
we could just fall asleep on the couch,
close our eyes and dreaming of flying south
with the birds.
if that's what you want
then it is what i want
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rainy days
02:59
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i want more than rain
thunderstorms falling from the faucets
and spinning down the drain
i want more than pain
the spider bite i carry in my locket,
with my pocket change
give me more “the same”
try to move it, try to lose it, just confuse it,
and it all remains
i just run in place
always tired, uninspired, not expired
but it’s lost it’s taste
i know you want to
leave this place
it’s getting so hard
playing waiting games
tracing your palms
with figure eights
i know you want to leave this place
i know you want to leave this place
your eyelids look like outer space
i tell you i love you, just in case
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endless nights
03:02
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sirens sound like crying from a distance
death looks like nothing up close
the phone starts to ring in the kitchen
a lump starts to form in your throat
The snow fell to bury the sidewalk,
for a moment the world died with you
in the stillness of streets that stay quiet
your breath is the one thing that moves
you close your eyes, it’s starts to sleet
and breath’s a knife, it’s cutting deep
you dream a gift you cannot keep
where lions cradle sheep,
where lions cradle sheep
should you stand up and say that you’re sorry
should you sit down and play solitaire
parking lots aren’t supposed to bring mourning,
with the street lamps all bowed in prayer
if eyes are made only for weeping,
then arms are made only to hold
there’s plenty of hands to grab
in the fair weather,
but who are you with when it’s cold
we close our eyes and wait for sleep
and breath’s a knife, it’s cutting deep
we dream a gift we cannot keep
where lions cradle sheep,
where lions cradle sheep
and the worldwide commute is a funeral procession
all the cars drive along in a miserable succession
to their neighborhoods, yards and their bedside depression,
whispering good nights and reciting last confessions
i close my eyes, i am asleep
my breath is slow, i start to dream
of images i cannot keep
fields of light and feeling’s deep,
of lion and of sheep
of lion and of sheep
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4. |
mother
04:09
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my mother and i
share the same bones
our tendencies careful
our tendons all sewn
bless the seamstress that stitched us,
eyes heavy and lips closed
winter falls quickly
on my mother and i
and we brace for the cold
with the warmth in our eyes
we hold close to the sun
when we can’t see the sky
my mother and i
bear the same marks
whether bruises on bodies
or the stains on our hearts
we pull at the wishbone
the year breaks apart
nothing could ever prepare for the plight
being held by my mother in the harsh, morning light
our tears fell, united, in the name of our rights
but we’re always rebuilding,
my mother and i
the sickness can’t know you,
try though it might
to see you in x-rays
and hospital light,
it can’t see the soft, swinging fight in your eyes
i see you always, sweet mother of mine
my mother and i
share the same nose,
bitten off by a black bird
while we washed summer clothes
oh, sugar cookies and pockets of rye
words that she’d sing at the start of the night
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rest stop
03:23
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it's always raining when i least expect it
your cheeks, they never really seemed to wetten
when you'd cry.
i'm always writing twists within my story
i am petrified of being boring
i don't know why
i cower underneath the darkest storm cloud
the thunder rumbles in my voice,
we yell out, "seek shelter here"
i am never ready for the pain
but what the hell does ready even mean
i disappear
wake up
i'm begging you, i'm begging you
to wait up
i'm falling through, i'm falling through
i'm wrapped up,
a kind coffin, a harsh cocoon,
my sheets and my blankets
my bedroom, my clenched fists
i'm sleeping in the wrong place
i'll alter my headspace
my closed eyes, this dark room
it's not safe, it's not safe, it's not safe
i think i'm changing soon
i'll alter my headspace
become a great big pile of goo
it feels a lot like death
to charge into the new.
it's always raining when i least expect it
i'm standing underneath the darkest storm cloud
i yell out,
i disappear
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6. |
let me
02:52
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let me love but not too loud now
i don’t want the lungs to give out
give me warmth but not too close now
i don’t want the house to burn down
hold me close
but let me go
i don’t think
you want to know
draw me in
and breathe me out slow
open up the dirty window
it’s hard to see
and hard to feel me
come inside
so you can leave me
and shut the door behind you
and then would you remind me to
check the locks before i sleep,
to wash the glass between each drink
hold me close
but let me go
i don’t think you
you want to know
that you could love me
but i’d never know
i try to love me
but it never shows
hold me close
don’t let me go
i want to know
you make me
want to know
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nightlight
02:15
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sharing secrets in the dark
with yourself,
just to hear the words out loud
and you’ll never tell a single soul
because you know the way it sounds
when you’re laying on the floor
with the headlights through the window
you hide behind the door
and you cry into the pillow
and how can these four walls
house so much dread and so much comfort
and right outside the hall,
the past is knocking, i’m outnumbered
sharing secrets in the dark in this room
and i’m afraid it’s kept them all
covered in paint, it stays the same,
i’m still insane to think i’m anything but small
when the walls are closing in,
is it a cradle or a casket
it’s a very simple question
but you’re too afraid to ask it
the lightning in your head,
and the thunder in your mouth,
it pushes on your teeth
but you cannot let it out
sharing secrets in the dark
with yourself
just to hear the words out loud
and when you speak into an empty room
do you still make a sound
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low battery
04:36
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i read my palms
i count the stars
all in my head
i start the car
still in my bed
i feel the seams
red, yellow, green,
glows from your screen
outside the house
it’s still and yet
green, yellow, red
burns in my head
the lights are out
and you are too
the view is blue
in my room
i’m waking up from my sleep
it’s 1am, i cant keep
my head above water or the sheets
i’m waking up just to see
i’ve got a low battery
20% on my screen
i’ve got a low battery
20% remaining
now it remains
inside my head
and i will drain
until i’m dead
still on my side
i start to crawl
and from your life
i start to fall
i feel a buzz
inside my brain
but it’s just a text
and i’m insane
outside your house
it’s dark and yet
the moon lights up the staircase
and every bad thought in my head
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camera obscura
03:01
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walking princes street
looking at my feet
losing feeling in my toes
and in the room of lights
3 or 4 flights high
i close my eyes, the whole room glows
sitting in cafes
we both get milkshakes
and i think of how much it will hurt to go
christmas markets,
stay with me
when life gets hard,
visit my dreams
the entire week
i felt i was asleep
at brand new heights,
i count the clouds like sheep
airport terminal, departure screens,
a bedtime story to tuck me into sleep
the phantom passport in my hand
and we’re shaking on the ferris wheel
the wind deceiving, and the night sincere,
how brave it was for you to stand
in the morning, when the world was bright,
i opened up my eyes a million times
and saw the day stretched out unplanned
christmas markets,
stay with me
when life gets hard, visit my dreams
the entire week
i felt i was asleep
at brand new heights,
i count the clouds like sheep
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10. |
artless poet
03:57
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100 poems
they’re bad, but i wrote them
is it sad where you’re going?
i guess there’s one way of knowing
100 poems
i’m glad that i wrote them
but i laugh when they’re spoken
what a funny thing to feel emotion
i don’t know how
to feel that now
i’m in my head and out of focus
i don’t know why
it’s hard to cry
i guess my tears are trapped in harsher moments
i don’t know when
i left my twin size bed
or when i lost the artless poet
100 poems
they’re sad but i know them
the sky’s a dark shade of golden
i close my eyes, the light is stolen
100 poems
i’m on my back in the ocean
and if i sink, the waves have spoken
there’s no more shore when my eyes reopen
i don’t know how
to wake up now
i’ve 3 missed calls and i don’t notice
i don’t know why
i hate the word goodbye
it always sounds like a bad omen
i don’t know when
i’ll get out of bed
i want to be the artless poet
credits
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mary is Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
songs made in my bedroom. my dog helps sometimes
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