weary midnighti find i cannot sleep this night for i never woke this morningweary midnight
as slumber has not claimed this heart since before my memories found You
this weary mind seeks to avoid the pain within yet the release sought amongst fleeting Hopes is betrayed by these eyes
now notes ringing in my ears distort themselves to match Your voice down a line
have i awoken in this melody of Dreams? a beautiful tale transpiring
with intent of being read from cover to cover and then once more, and even to our children someday
yet silence fal
dinerShadows screaming into her hair Fading youthful luster into death filled grays Corrosion of an inner image resulting in deflation of static ego Flick the power switch Turn the antennae Still no signal, only scarring static Branded into the faces of inherent Envy Fixated on the demise The scene transforming into sound waves drowning each gasp for attention Gurgles fill the nostrils of every bystander with potential privlege sending Choked air bubbles to the surface of her coffeediner
laughing at my old, melodramatic poetry :)
Humor
--
Corie Jean
'I'm a lust machine'
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