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Published: 2005-06-05 03:37:42 +0000 UTC; Views: 149; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 2
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Description well oh well
where are we?
in familiar rooms that we wont see again
spin me through each wall and we can weave in and out
and halls amid fragile youths will stop and hang thier hats high
old moments mourn the walls
they that were here felt that it meant the best and it did
finger prints incriminate playful things
on papers occupied by love notes
dear you,

i'm smiling while i write this
there's somthing beautifuly subtle yet crucial in my hands
and in my heart
like the dust on a butterfly's wings
you're face is on my mind and in my eyes

forever yours,
me......

there's so many things i wanted to say to you
but a cry to fall held me back
pleasure marks show up on your cheeks
you're smiling

well here's the plan
you can take me with you
and that ransom note hiding behind your hair
can finally fall out of your hands onto paper
you can glue all the letters in the right order
and we can run outside and with the sun the only thing to separate us
and we can meet in the light with our lips touching and for once it'll feel good
and.....and....and.....and................this is all just too much
we set a place where they can make the drop in thier black white facades of tears
but when they come to get it the sun still shines and there's no blood at all
when i pop out to surprise them they knew i was there
and they knew what was best, they that were here

all those years they were here
hung on walls or stuck to chairs
it takes one person to give them life
and they're no longer setting
you wont catch me in that neck of the woods

who wants a halo when there's a possibility of you
speak low and don't believe him a drunken bit, he just loves you too much
just lock your eyes knowing you're behind mine
i'm going to say goodnight and leave

why'd you have to take me like that
to all the places i need to go
forget me everytime and be so impossible to ignore
it's horrible to think i'd pass this up if not for a series of wide open curtins
exposing a white sun and showing a white bed room
one of these days can't you miss your ride?
or give any excuse to stay awhile?
i'd sleep where ever here and you'd sleep where ever there?
we'd be great together, in life and death and circus
i wish you to die for landscapes and harps for dreams
violins and your own beautiful vioce
the city you've always wanted and all the books you could ever read
you're beautiful and sharp and fill my ears with acknowledgement beeps
nighty night
and fade to black slowly
aged film zoom out from brown to grey to white to black
they that were here have me back and this is why the dead hate the living
it's the envy of friends and flesh that binds them to the temporary term mortality
filled in and filled out with other people our lives change for the better and fall to the worst
black black
colors colors fuck me harder
it's time to fade out
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Comments: 4

mostlyalone [2005-06-06 03:05:29 +0000 UTC]

thanks so much i thought it was called stream of conciousness or whatever

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goofyromantic [2005-06-05 23:04:14 +0000 UTC]

This is realy impressive....I've always been a fan of the sequence of thought technique of writing (which is what I'd call this) and you're very visual..a very inspiring connecting read. Awesome job man

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mostlyalone [2005-06-05 15:07:40 +0000 UTC]

i'd rather pursue them but i'm shy so it's really hard to do, plus chicks don't really like me that much. i guess i'd have to really like the girl to act on anything.

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KarmaKameleon [2005-06-05 08:11:40 +0000 UTC]

your poems always leave me speechless. they're so honest and real that its hard for me to think of anything to say that can live up to the work. i've been having crushes lately and this poem stimulated my imagination. can i ask you something? would you rather keep crushes as crushes or do you feel the need to persue them, to live out the fantasies?

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