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Forgotten Balsamic

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Hung on a Sunday,

Filing for a loan.

Sewing buttons back on pants,

Still afraid of the family dog.

 

Longing for ice cream on the steps of the general store.

Aesthetically pleasing 99 cent lollipops,

Unfinished hashbrowns.

A lettuce eating competition,

And stakes are high.

Pining

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I miss driving fast

The long summer days have collapsed

We would get high on the ski mountain

Asking Jim to drive again

 

I miss my piece of shit car

That beautiful purple interior

The time spent in the back seats

Steamed windows

Dripping streaks

 

I miss my old friends

Well maybe I just pretend

It was the second guessed perception

That lead to the end

 

But, those days are gone

Repeated and stressed like an old song

With all longing aside

The simple days of that youth are gone

 

Now we sit and drink warm beer

In constant financial fear

Crippling debt is just part of life

Fucking amazing, right?

 

19th birthdays full of pink

Dumping vodka in my rented sink

Looking like trash

With a group of friends to match

 

These days will eventually be gone

After they become repetitive like that old song

Longing aside

Every single shining youthful moment will soon die

Moving Van Blues

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Steps and Cement.

Do I even want this?

A soundtrack to angsty times.

The triple shadows call out,

Screaming with every step.

Exhale,

Heartbeat quickens.

 

Thoughts are like a map.

The park is empty and we stand behind a moving truck.

Mumbled lyrics and paranoid stares.

A man name Isaiah.

Dead.

 

Drywall

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overthinking the wasp in the corner of the room

please do not say anything until someone screams

how many shoes have you seen on the side walk?

long read stories about why they are there

we all have feelings we cannot explain

maybe someone understands the drywall dust/ice cream sandwich/newly renovated basement feeling?

sitting in the long grass with your favourite pair of blue eyes?

consistent confusion

not courage

 

 

Rust and Decay

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The world is a beautiful place,

Yet it seems most of the world forgets.

Self absorbed and so ordinary it hurts,

They are denying the ugly and their only edge.

Force beautiful sunsets upon us,

Looking up, blinded by the brightness.

Creating beautiful lyrical poems,

Rhyming and making you shed a tear.

 

But I am always looking down,

Call me Valjean.

Textures, dirt, scratches, rust, decay, death

Thats the real beauty.

Never look up,

You just might lose the power to see the beauty beneath you.