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Relief
Contributed by
speakeasy
on
Wednesday, 4th February 2004 @ 04:35:06 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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The draft through the cracks
Of the plaster I call home.
The others are sleeping
And I work to stay warm.
The scratching of my pen
Makes up for the lack of words,
And the rattle of the ice cubes
Tell me that I'm ready for some more.
Smoke escaping from my mouth
As I whisper what I wish.
Knowing you'll never hear the feelings
That I'm holding open at this hour.
Doing what I can
To clean the habitual air.
The candle burning reluctant
And my matches are nearly gone.
I pour myself another friend.
Laugh about the times we've had.
Looking forward for when I'll spill my gears...
He'll probably be there.
The ashtray working hard
To uphold her end of the deal.
I close my eyes to look for sleep,
But only saw you there.
I wonder for you even now.
Is your slate cleaned by your rest?
If you find your sleep,
Catch some for me. I'll need it soon.
The T.V. transmits comfort
Through air and wires.
Eyes and ears receivers.
I know a little more about nothing.
Half empty.
Almost time for more.
I'd take either drink or life.
For both will let me down...
I always get let down.
I always get let down.
I always get let down.
I let me get me down...
Her perception of me is flawed.
I'm always honest.
Yet my feelings always lie.
To me.
Today I think I'll sell myself short.
Or rather, build myself up to something. Anything.
Maybe fabricate a tale.
Anythings better than me.
I'll pretend to wake happy,
While the sun destroyed my dreams.
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speakeasy
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2004-02-04 16:35:06] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Relief
(User Rating: 1 ) by girltranscended on
Tuesday, 23rd August 2005 @ 12:21:24 AM AEST (User
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why r there no comments here? I don't get it. R U still out there?
U have some exceptional lines here like:
the candle burning reluctant
i pour myself another friend
i know a little more about nothing
oh and the stanza I always get let down changing to I let me get me down is really very simple but brilliant.
Overall can u tell? I loved it ~ such a nice long outpouring ... is there more?
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