the clock ticks on
without you
in utter blackness
the night dies
without you
just as usual
wake me when
it's time to die
i always hate to watch
the time fly by
and loneliness drifts
into its usual haunt
squishing in
on all sides
'silence is the sound'
a cliche' underused
the possibilities are impossible
hugging air and
wishing reality was imaginitive
wake me when
it's time to die
i always hate to watch
the time fly by
and life just seems
to be a red-hot coal
cradled in my hands
and I wonder
how long I can hold on
close your eyes
from the beauty around you
pull away from your mind
do you have a soul?
show me
because i believe you do
'cause when i'm with you
i feel whole from the usual brokenness
free from the usual despair
maybe just maybe
i love you
wake me when
it's time to die
i always hate to watch
the time fly by
and i'm spiraling down
down again
and you're not here
to save me
so i scream in the silence
and fall
















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the Local Ted
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Who's gonna care in a week?
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Although the line(s) were more like in my head for a couple months....sometimes poetry is just plain stubborn like that.
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"Don't bother trying to read between the lines. There are no lines--only snapshots, most out of focus."
--Stephen King
the Local Ted
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Who's gonna care in a week?
Visit my super happy fun time gallery!
For instance, this one took, say, ten minutes. "Shattered Promises" took about three, 'cause I was in a bit of a rush to control myself.
But then I always go back and revise them...which always takes a lot more time, 'cause I'll procrastinate on them.
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"Don't bother trying to read between the lines. There are no lines--only snapshots, most out of focus."
--Stephen King
It's vivid
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And it burns a hole through everyone that feels it
-Blue and Yellow, The Used
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"Don't bother trying to read between the lines. There are no lines--only snapshots, most out of focus."
--Stephen King
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