Its Often Poetic Phrases That Lack Any Meaning. (Kiss, tracks)

sleepy jack · 05-19-2007, 08:44 PM

This is like the third version, but the more **** that comes up the more I want to alter it. Theres others but there way too cliche I suppose.

Its Often Poetic Phrases That Lack Any Meaning.

These notebooks are swollen with scribbles of the horizon
And sketches of clouds, you see I planned for what would happen,
When our ship went down, we had no captain and frankly
Neither of us could sail, and when the weather reports came true,
I tried to deny the coming winter but the snow fell anyway,
Freezing us to the mast, and I watched the songbirds abandon ship
But I still clung to it, and now i'm just a foolish sailor freezing
In the snow, shivering all alone.

And I recall those two am seaside talks with a campfire burning on the deck,
And how you placed to fingers in my mouth and said just like that and I reflected
On memories of trains speeding pass, and I wondered what it would be like
To fall into the embrace of the tracks, but I was held back by thoughts of you,
I reflected on wilting flowers in dying fields and how you pinned dew under my eyes,
And the trees they shed tears onto the ground to spill onto the grass and I sat quietly,
As your attraction shifted from one to another and filtered through their tongues
You kept all you desired and I held onto non-existent roots that slipped from my grasp,
Like the subtle touch of our kisses and im starting to seek some empathy with the ghost of july,
Sitting in a cradle full of half truths and lies.
So when I hear the train whistle,
I'll guess i'll know its time to dive.

Oh you cruel rose, your thorns seem to outnumber your petals and I don't think
I ever saw your stem I fell for the stabs of red on top and now i'm holding onto
You like you cared at all, but my hands they're shaking with as I view the field around,
And wonder whos roots have slipped into your garden as of late, and while
I send you this, hiding behind cliches I hope you know,
I'm still in love with you anyway.

PaperHurricanesAndPlanes · 05-20-2007, 10:17 PM

Its Often Poetic Phrases That Lack Any Meaning. < You're goddamn right. I'll crit this later.

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05-19-2007, 08:44 PM
sleepy jack dance music Join Date: Nov 2004 Posts: 17,772	Its Often Poetic Phrases That Lack Any Meaning. This is like the third version, but the more ** that comes up the more I want to alter it. Theres others but there way too cliche I suppose. Its Often Poetic Phrases That Lack Any Meaning.** These notebooks are swollen with scribbles of the horizon And sketches of clouds, you see I planned for what would happen, When our ship went down, we had no captain and frankly Neither of us could sail, and when the weather reports came true, I tried to deny the coming winter but the snow fell anyway, Freezing us to the mast, and I watched the songbirds abandon ship But I still clung to it, and now i'm just a foolish sailor freezing In the snow, shivering all alone. And I recall those two am seaside talks with a campfire burning on the deck, And how you placed to fingers in my mouth and said just like that and I reflected On memories of trains speeding pass, and I wondered what it would be like To fall into the embrace of the tracks, but I was held back by thoughts of you, I reflected on wilting flowers in dying fields and how you pinned dew under my eyes, And the trees they shed tears onto the ground to spill onto the grass and I sat quietly, As your attraction shifted from one to another and filtered through their tongues You kept all you desired and I held onto non-existent roots that slipped from my grasp, Like the subtle touch of our kisses and im starting to seek some empathy with the ghost of july, Sitting in a cradle full of half truths and lies. So when I hear the train whistle, I'll guess i'll know its time to dive. Oh you cruel rose, your thorns seem to outnumber your petals and I don't think I ever saw your stem I fell for the stabs of red on top and now i'm holding onto You like you cared at all, but my hands they're shaking with as I view the field around, And wonder whos roots have slipped into your garden as of late, and while I send you this, hiding behind cliches I hope you know, I'm still in love with you anyway. __________________ I dyed my hair in a motel void met the coroner at the Dreamgate Frontier, He took my hand said I'll help you boy if you really want to disappear.