you are waiting at the corner,
arms thrown wide like windows
a smile that I can see right through.
your heart stopped beating long ago.
I smile as we share a taxi,
but I am stealing the last of your secrets
and I will figure out how you tick.
you are tall and shining steel, fearless under sunlit scrutiny,
but I am weak and human and fragile
and prone to erratic ideals.
I am stealing the last of your secrets,
stripping your screws and exposing your flaws,
unwinding your gear box, pulling all your plugs, and
engraving my name upon each of your circuit boards
so you will never forget me.
so you will never be able to throw me away again.
instead, this time, I will be the one who leaves.
it has started to rain, and with inspiration born of desperation,
I refuse to share my umbrella.
the glint in your eyes cracks,
your step falters.
you crumple to the sidewalk,
and you rust.
inwardly, I am pleased with myself for being so clever.
I haven’t yet realized
how lonely I’ll be without you.
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I wish i was a Warhol silkscreen
Hanging on the wall
Or Little Joe, or maybe Lou
I'd love to be them all.
Then all New York City's broken hearts
And secrets would be mine
I'd put you on a movie reel
And that would be just fine.
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"You know, you and I are like crystal. Most people are just glass. The world sings a note to them and they can't feel it. But we hum. But you have to be careful. You have to know when to stop humming, because crystal will shatter."
-Brian Hall
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'This light filters through, searching for you.' - Bubb1es
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I wish i was a Warhol silkscreen
Hanging on the wall
Or Little Joe, or maybe Lou
I'd love to be them all.
Then all New York City's broken hearts
And secrets would be mine
I'd put you on a movie reel
And that would be just fine.
I do like the middle stanza - it's a bit more direct than the others, and the imagery is clearer.
I'm glad to know you find it powerful. that's a nice thing to hear.
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"You know, you and I are like crystal. Most people are just glass. The world sings a note to them and they can't feel it. But we hum. But you have to be careful. You have to know when to stop humming, because crystal will shatter."
-Brian Hall
You have a unique voice. The kind that carries you for awhile, before dropping you short by the end. I really enjoy reading your work~!
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Jesus saves. . . . before every boss battle.
hmmm. I like that description of voice. I like leaving things off abruptly, but neatly wrapped up.
if I'm allowed to play favorites with my own work, the first two stanzas are my favorites in this one.
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"You know, you and I are like crystal. Most people are just glass. The world sings a note to them and they can't feel it. But we hum. But you have to be careful. You have to know when to stop humming, because crystal will shatter."
-Brian Hall
The first two verses are amazing as well. Favorite lines from them: "your heart stopped beating long ago." and "and I will figure out how you tick. you are tall and shining steel,"
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Jesus saves. . . . before every boss battle.
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