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I Wonder if the Birds FeelI could sleep if only I tried.I Wonder if the Birds Feel
Wide eyed and waiting
for something as spectacular as my skeletons to come out of the closet-
I much prefer nightmares of sea creatures and substandard credit scores
to bedtime flashbacks of the putrid person I used to be.
No, no.
It cannot be normal to be this nostalgic.
Maybe I'll go smash mailboxes into smithereens
alongside my old best friends, Sacco & Vanzetti, or even Mr. Hoffman.
I would bet my bottom dollar that if I could ask forgiveness
of all the saccharine souls I've wronged on the road
by ~DAWNeatsdishsoap
Some People Think I WriteI can't be trusted to not drive my car clear off the Ambassador Bridge, or promise you that I won't quit my job if I have to wait for the coffee to brew, but if I did we could erase all of the memories of who I used to be. Maybe we could dance in the street and on rooftops, searching the boulevards for more beautiful things to replace me with. I am taking my cat and a permanent vacation. I know that he has been brought up too proud to purr, but won't you come along? I'm sure we could make the room for you in my heart, in my car, and in my head. I know that there's never been anything glamorous about returning bottles to pay the rent but if yoSome People Think I Write
by ~DAWNeatsdishsoap
Considering the Roads You BothOn cold nights like thisConsidering the Roads You Both
I can remember feeling alive and elated along
with infantile and infinite all at once.
Laughing and making a mess of myself
with a bottle of Grey Goose in one hand
and the hand of a confidant in the other.
But it’s always the hollow nights,
spent by playing kick the can
and doing 'God knows what'
according to our parents. That I can recall the most clearly
when my reflection shows up in snowflakes and emergency room windows,
panic
by ~DAWNeatsdishsoap
ps- 6 hours 7 minutes andAfter 6 months of dark I'm thinkingps- 6 hours 7 minutes and
that maybe we'll have to travel west.
To Oregon- where we can end it all-
because honestly,
I can't imagine living forever.
(I can hardly even imagine living another four months like this.)
When characters from movies
become my only friends.
They're safer than my old bad influences
but still leave me high and dry.
However, Edward Norton and John Wayne aren’t very good for girl talk
and they fa
by ~DAWNeatsdishsoap
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