December 2009
4 posts
Going Home
I walk in
smell of trees wafting subtly around the room
Dimmed lights, motorized faders and that one room that I’d love to spend solitary confinement in
Red
Yellow
Blue
Green
Those lights flicker with every voice quiver
And every noise made, another sound wave…
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Chicago
I feel like
There is a piece of me missing
And when I see your beautiful face I see
My smile wiped away
My happiness gone
I miss it
Not one tear down your cheek
Emotional interpretation displaced
I miss you
But
You’re right here
So many questions I want answered
Yet I don’t want to hear the answers
Maybe it’s just a test
Maybe we weren’t meant to be ...
Writers Block pt 9 (I think)
Your lyrics pierce through my thoughts
Keeping me from writing what could be
What should be
Or what is
The awesome.
The awesome what?
Good question
you see in hearing the dissonant harmonies between he and the terrible beat
hearing the rhythmic fallacy he calls syncopation
I am unable to write
The awesome
So I don’t know what it is yet.
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30 minutes. I need to get up shower and go take these keys to *her* but i don’t too much feel like it…. you see I just spent my morning writing an African American Studies final and then finishing up this letter for financial aid and now I need to go turn it all in. I hope this works out for the best.
