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headspace slideshows
06:14
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you're waiting for the world to
start spinning again,
watching the storm clouds
paralyze the sky, your
satellite is offline
& it's a
to-do list that you've
never looked at, but
you keep in your back pocket
& it's an
old photograph that
you can't forget
i'm waiting for the ocean to
come crashing down around me,
watching what will never been be seen in
a headspace slideshow,
silent & unknown
& it's a
to-do list that i've
never looked at, but
i keep in my back pocket,
& it's an
old photograph that
i can't forget
so many things are swirling
inside our heads,
as we lay awake in
our new beds:
are these the lives we have led?
or are these the lives we have fled?
i am all
in on you &
you are all
in one me, so
why are we so
far away from
who & where we
wanna be?
i'm sending a beam of light
across the night on
our life wire
inspired by your fire
burning bright
behind my eyes
so many things are swirling
inside our heads,
as we lay awake in
our new beds:
are these the lives we've led?
or are these the lives we've fled?
no one is ever going to see,
what we see right now:
it's a headspace slideshow that
we're communicating
with eye contact,
& if the
power goes out, well,
you'll still shine
we're the king & queen of forever,
in our headspace slideshows
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my mind descends
to uncharted depths
& i'm breathing baited breaths
i'm thinking deaf,
can't hear my head
while visions visit instead
translations change
as always fades
am i here again?
daydream with daises
on an empty bended knee
am i here again?
swallowing slow,
listeing low
expiring & unknown
a thousand little debts
with every sentiment
that i leave unsaid
trekking a trail un-tread
leads me to your doorstep
am i here again?
& into another room
where your brown eyes
turn blue
am i here again?
swallowing slow
listening low
expiring & unknonw
breathe in & hold
breathe out your soul
expiring & untold
a thousand little deaths
with every sentiment
that i leave unsaid
will i leave unsaid?
i'm blinking less
to see more of your
sunsets
the color comes from
your pirouettes
if i begin again
on a path that mends
can i find the feelings that
we left unsaid
am i here again?
it's raining &
the world is filling up
it will be empty of
what it was
in a field of daisies
that's where you say to me
i think we're empty of
what it was
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& she said
that she wanted to find
all the places
we'd left behind
& so we walked
alone, together
with our hoods up,
with our blinders on
& i found a souvenir
on the ground where we found
each other,
but i picked it up & put it away,
safe in my back pocket
it's under the blue of the sky,
& under the blue in your eyes
the sun has reached its highest point,
while i am missing the point
she walks around the things
better left forgotten,
remembering more & more
with each circle she walks in
& she thinks that she
can turn back time
with each revolution,
but it's all in her mind
gasoline & fresh cut grass,
old lovers leaning on a fence;
i like remembering you like this
where an improvised path
became well worn
we're out here
after the storm
as septembers sun emblazons the past,
illuminated it lasts, & lasts
it's under the blue of the sky,
& under the blue in your eyes
she walks around the things
better left forgotten,
remembering more & more
with each circle she walks in
& she thinks that she
can turn back time
with each revolution,
but it's all in her mind
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4. |
harmonies
06:53
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you smile just like the moon,
when the sun is covering up its beaming;
always there the same reassuring way,
but barely, & it's just enough,
& that's more than enough
there's an icicle stuck in my eye,
but it's okay, because i can still see
a thousand variations on the sky
& you're in a piece of it
you're not everywhere,
& you're not just anywhere
you're right here, & it's right now
but it's not alright, now
the harmonies in & out of your throat
sing through me, sting through me
& i'll bleed a little bit of you
you're not everywhere,
& you're not just anywhere
you're right here, & it's right now
but it's not alright, now
the harmonies in & out of your throat
sing through me, sting through me
& i'll bleed a little bit of you
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forwards, forwards: third word from your mouth (you)
backwards, backwards: first word from your mouth (love)
forwards, forwards: second word that you said (i)
forwards, forwards: fourth word from your mouth (, but...)
backwards, backwards: first word from your mouth (i)
forwards, forwards: third word that you said (you)
backwards, backwards: second word that you said (love)
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a stop sign’s dented & my knuckles are bent & i don’t feel better yet,
now i’m dehydrated & the window shade is shedding some light on the time i’ve wasted
the sky opens up, like a broken bottle cut,
it’s dripping, it’s spilling, it’s pouring,
but this is not a shower, no, this is not a cleansing
it’s something i’ve known all along,
but i never knew i knew until now
but if i’m gonna choke on anything it’s not gonna be my words
& if i’m gonna die for anyone it’s gonna be for her
no it’s not, but it is
oh god, that’s so melodramatic
& i don’t care enough to make this any less sporadic
it’s something i’ve known all along,
but i never knew i knew until now
growing up goes faster when so little is happening
& you feel so guilty for the time you’re wasting
& i’m never going anywhere, so is there anywhere for me to go?
now i’m switching tenses & i’m numbing my senses
& these climbable fences have got me fenced in
it’s something i’ve known all along,
but i never knew i knew until now
& it's something more than i'd like to admit
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7. |
noiseless shouting
04:24
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there’s a noiseless shouting inside my head:
an implosion of introspection,
i'm following the clues that i’d left instead
of the answers & the directions
i’m full of disappearing:
you’ll never see me again,
but this is not goodbye
no, it’s just the end
i took away the intangible part of me
& still i couldn’t feel
i wish i could remember why anything mattered
i wish that i could matter
i wish that i was more than just matter
i took away the intangible part of me
& still i couldn’t feel
& i am not myself
how am i not my self?
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the secrets in the sky
03:17
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the secrets in the sky
are in the back of my mind
the sky doesn’t end, it just covers up the truth
& the stars are the breadcrumbs,
yeah, the stars are the breadcrumbs
there’s loneliness in everything we know
& that nothing stretches on so far
from the stars to where we are
the secrets in the sky
are in the back of my mind
& the stars are the breadcrumbs
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9. |
the dawn will break
03:34
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sewage drains are tomorrow’s babbling brooks
unfiltered waste filling up lungs worn
by unfiltered cigarettes & filtered regrets
the sun will burn what has not yet been
a clean slate over hundreds of dirtied states
no longer divided, no longer resided
the wind will exhale and clear the debris
the water will run over what was, while making way
for what may be
paralyzed, love is present but not prominent;
an inactive force that remains to be
the dawn will break & this will be fixed
the dawn will break & this will be fixed
the dawn will break...
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falling down in october
outside of the convenience store
while we waited for the time to pass,
& we waited, we waited, but then we could not catch up
because times moves on faster than humans do
& the band aid that outlined the cut on your knee,
it gets thrown away, & all that’s left now are the memories
of the clipper ship in the glass bottle
with a message inside intended for the sea
& so we walked down to the beach
the cold, wet sand wedged between our toes
wasn’t all we felt that morning on the coast
but you threw the bottle into the ocean
to break the tension & then off you ran, so I followed you
what else was i ever meant to do?
she's looking back over her shoulder
at the blue eyed boy with a candle holder
& half a mind to just kiss her on the shoulder,
but he’ll wait,
& he’ll wait until he catches up to her
because then she'll stop & time will stop with her
& god, nothing is impossible when he’s with her
the clipper ship in the glass bottle
with the message inside intended for the sea
filling up & drowning in the water
the blue eyed boy & the perfect girl
filling up on dreams & drowning in years
while she’s reciting poetry, from a message lost at sea
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zach chase Syracuse, New York
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