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I Wish They'd Play My Soundtrack

Contributed by liquidsunshine on Wednesday, 9th February 2005 @ 08:39:38 PM in AEST
Topic: oops





The morning’s dark and cold outside
It’s faded hues of blue transparent smoke
But once I’m safe inside this room
Pale yellow melts down concrete bricks
While Nowhere strums guitar
I feel like that’s just where I am, Nowhere with no windows
Nowhere’s in the corner of the world and safe away
Tucked inside white bricks and oaken doors, tucked in bed
With just one window to the world outside, unnoticed yet still there
My mind lingers near that window, flies out and swirls around
I’m reflecting, I’m a looking glass, I’m jealous, I’m forlorn
Now my mind’s outside the door at the window looking in
Seeing all the four of us, like Tiffany’s
My ears drink in the music saturated with guitar
Still I’m thirsty, but this is my morning
I wish this were my life
Guitar picks and Steven’s hair
Ben’s guitar case, all the stickers
Cozy wrapped in Jared’s arms
Writing poems while they make music
Wish that I could sing my songs, the songs locked somewhere deep within
But I feel much like the old piano made of unstained, unfinished wood
Broken keys like broken spirits, never used like those guitars
I’m so thirsty, but this is my morning
I’ll hold on to this, this is my morning, I’ll hold onto this like a glass
I wish my glass were filled with water, the music of this morning
The music of my morning
I’m proud of these musicians
Though I’m jealous, struck with envy
I wish this were my life
But my ears will only hear these fragments of these songs
Drinking in the music drenched with two of their guitars
And my mind’s eye will stay outside, it’s nose pressed against the window to the inside
Reflecting and longing just like Tiffany’s
While the room swirls round in one way
And outside swirls drifting in another
And I wish this were my morning
I wish this were my life
And I wish this were my morning
And I wish this were my life





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Re: I Wish They'd Play My Soundtrack (User Rating: 1 )
by desireemiote on Wednesday, 9th February 2005 @ 11:58:59 PM AEST
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I love the imagery and repetition in this poem and even though the subject is a personal account of a personal event this poem makes me feel like I'm there and i can understand the situation to a point.
sushi


Re: I Wish They'd Play My Soundtrack (User Rating: 1 )
by Daniela_Maria_Violin on Saturday, 12th February 2005 @ 01:19:32 PM AEST
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Awesome write here Chelsea


Re: I Wish They'd Play My Soundtrack (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 12th February 2005 @ 04:55:26 PM AEST
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Wonderful write. I enjoyed reading this.


Re: I Wish They'd Play My Soundtrack (User Rating: 1 )
by blowfish_jane on Sunday, 13th February 2005 @ 05:18:02 AM AEST
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Ohh that was really good Chels, i really admired the way you have composed this. Well writen poem at it's best.

Jane xx


Re: I Wish They'd Play My Soundtrack (User Rating: 1 )
by foxwillow on Sunday, 13th February 2005 @ 07:39:53 AM AEST
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pure emotion.. rolling over itself, i feel the wants and needs of the writer, like a crystal bubble encapsualting a perfect moment of fullfilment and reflection, but also at the same time..likens itself to the piano..a yet unfulfilled person with so much to give to life..I feel the writer is about to blossom and show the world what she's really made of......................................................! (watch this space)


Re: I Wish They'd Play My Soundtrack (User Rating: 1 )
by eatfresh22 on Friday, 25th February 2005 @ 12:38:15 AM AEST
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Beautiful wishes. Title was deep and well-thought out. The dreams are lovely, don't self-destruct them. Drift inside....love has that power, didn't anyone tell you?
~Carrie~




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