I woke up in the middle of the night and i wrote this (yeah, i'm weird like that) and i realized that my hand writing bears a resemblence to my mothers inexplicably.
...the advancement of modern genetic research could never explain the small ties that define family and the habits and mannerisms that are passed along the generations.
When i noticed this, my heart grew ten fold.
take these second chances
and eat your whispered words
of all these dead romances
undo the rusty chords
forlorn secrecy
is slowly leading me
through secondary motions
and original poses
please cut the noose
of the words you left me hanging on
rip out the pages
of this short-lived fiction we called love
undo the stitching
so we can spill our guts here
just for a while
and i remember a time
when i was a child
of god/music/love
after all aren't they all the same (?)
interchangeable
enharmonic
written differently
sounding identical.
Incomprehension
is leading me through
bright beauty corridors.
reminding me
not to forget the places I call lost
inciting me
not to stop the riot in my heart for love
igniting me.
watch me burn like a church.
like a cheap pack of gas station matches
watch me burn.
...the advancement of modern genetic research could never explain the small ties that define family and the habits and mannerisms that are passed along the generations.
When i noticed this, my heart grew ten fold.
take these second chances
and eat your whispered words
of all these dead romances
undo the rusty chords
forlorn secrecy
is slowly leading me
through secondary motions
and original poses
please cut the noose
of the words you left me hanging on
rip out the pages
of this short-lived fiction we called love
undo the stitching
so we can spill our guts here
just for a while
and i remember a time
when i was a child
of god/music/love
after all aren't they all the same (?)
interchangeable
enharmonic
written differently
sounding identical.
Incomprehension
is leading me through
bright beauty corridors.
reminding me
not to forget the places I call lost
inciting me
not to stop the riot in my heart for love
igniting me.
watch me burn like a church.
like a cheap pack of gas station matches
watch me burn.
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and none of them had the ability to place words in quite the way that you do.
i look forward to your next bout of sleeplessness.
interesting sidenote. my hand writting has changed to much that when I read the stuff that i wrote just a few years ago, i can't believe that the same hand made them.
i'll post up some of the scans of my old stuff one day.
back when i cared what the written words looked like.