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Writings From 7\1 to 7\3.


"The Shirt That Once Fit Is No Longer Able To Be Worn""The Shirt That Once Fit Is No Longer Able To Be Worn"
Everything Seems Different.
Sliding aside you see me inside of a fence
I hide
I run I cry, it echos and I scream
For someone to call
And to hear
But it evaporates in the sky
 
the words you write
are the words you erase
its to late now
leave them behind to replace
by a color not yet seen.
the song plays
and I start to sing
I wait for them to join
But they wont sing
 
 
I heard a song in the back of my head
I held it in my hands when you sang to me
In a voice that took it all away
You have my song with you
Sing all day. Sing to me.
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DRUGS THAT NOW SPEAK
I like it a lot better when the drugs aren’t speaking in my mind. Once upon a time I dreamed myself as the person I once was. There was a white light at this tunnel, but I would never really pay the mind to visit this place. One day on the playground where all my friends and I would play there was a new slide. We all slid down backwards. Everyone laughed and our laughter bounced like balloons and it would echo through the tunnels of these tubes and a blink of an eye was as long as the moon hovering before us while starring at it and all the stars at night. Before long this was no longer fun and I with the rest of my friends were lost in a giant slide, just talking to ourselves, the only ones hearing our voices was the echos. The voice of the voiceless spoke, and no one kne when it was ever heard, I never knew what I even spoke. Using my legs I stopped myself and tried to climb back up but proceeded to fall, why climb back when it is so easy to fall back down?? At the end of the slide was this white light I had seen so much before. Before I knew it I was in a white world, but my past was behind me and so familiar. A voice from the past called as I hushed it with a finger and said ‘this will only take a minute, just a minute.’ Sure, a minute was as long as a walk from Califorina to New york. It kept hollering and hollering, until I heard it no more. When I turned around it was all white, no voice, no future, no past, all white erases all life or so it seemed to be. What in the fuck? I didn’t even know whati was looking for, I just walked toward a white light. A light so bright and so white I might as well have been blind, it was the only thing I could see anyway, I wasn’t looking at anything else. I woke up and realized I hadn’t slept a single minute. I just looked in the mirror and saw the depressed counter piece of what I used to be. It wasn’t a dream……………………………………………………..
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She feels so bad for the road biker riding across america
slow down slow down
Feeling awful for the hitch hiker whose ignored everyday
cant get around
Walk on his 2 bare feet echoing slaps on a warm asphalt street
slow down no sound
Egg on the protesters in central park throwing out their own strike against this lousy fight
Oh well
No where to run and hear from someone the end isnt near things aren’t clear
no fun
sing the blues to me slow remember how the song used to go and ask me a question
oh no
mothers blue blouse worn in the yellow house while cooking scuffling sounds
is a mouse
tv’s on O’Reilly’s on talking on and on about politic messages and everything else
wrong for so long so long
forget it all by day I’ll flush those memories away just pray the war will never be here
to stay
 
Colorful World I Dream
 
I can freeze time with the flip of a switch
But it only lasts for seconds before it comes back
Inventions are sparked in this land
The ideas of millions collide
 
It’s a scare when you fall and snap awake
Cold sweat covering the brow
Confused and looking around
It was the same girl from before
 
Mother tells me what they mean all the time
Sometimes I see it all a different way
In the end shes the one who was right
Mysterious yes I know
 
I make love with the ones I wouldn’t even imagine
I make love with the ones I do
I talk to the dead so long before
I talk to them quite often when remembered
 
It tells me what to do
It tells me what directions to head
The dreams I have are never really
Forgotten easily inside my head
 
Tick Tock The Days Away
 
Take an apple for instance
Easy to pick delicious to taste
Don’t leave it on the counter long
Without consumption it will waste
 
Clock rounds fast circles
Children run up stairway tops
From 12 to 12 children turn
To adults clock never stops
 
They reach the top
Take a peek below
Children running close after
Much faster then slow
 
One sound in the air
Seems so long then before
The shirt that once fit
Is no longer able to be worn
 

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