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I am trapped between the moon and sun
pressed up against the redbrick wall
with your face a heartbeat from my skin
and all within where beginnings are
ends all merged into one everlasting
time
is the killer, is the drug
polluting atrophied lungs and dreams
of love and me and you
are gone
You see?
As I grasp for breaths between breaths and deaths
and what is left of what we had
and held
and hoped
is choked forgotten dreams
and time
is the killer
is the drug
polluting these atrophied lungs and dreams
of love and me and me and me and me
is gone
but travels on
transcendental
rasied above your lies and hopes and fears:
your life
below me, forgotten and gone
all is left is nothing but moon and sun
the moon my womb
I reborn as son and sun
Forever to be the shadow from which you run
and time is the killer
and time is the drug
from which you run
and I am free
to be
to see
to count my heartbeats
one for my memories
two for true love
and three three
three
collisioning I am trappedagainwithmybackupagainstarubyredwall
and your face on my skin
and your kiss on my skin
to absorb your lies deep within
and imprison myself from the azure sky
because time won't wait for me
because time won't wait for you
because time won't wait
anymore
pressed up against the redbrick wall
with your face a heartbeat from my skin
and all within where beginnings are
ends all merged into one everlasting
time
is the killer, is the drug
polluting atrophied lungs and dreams
of love and me and you
are gone
You see?
As I grasp for breaths between breaths and deaths
and what is left of what we had
and held
and hoped
is choked forgotten dreams
and time
is the killer
is the drug
polluting these atrophied lungs and dreams
of love and me and me and me and me
is gone
but travels on
transcendental
rasied above your lies and hopes and fears:
your life
below me, forgotten and gone
all is left is nothing but moon and sun
the moon my womb
I reborn as son and sun
Forever to be the shadow from which you run
and time is the killer
and time is the drug
from which you run
and I am free
to be
to see
to count my heartbeats
one for my memories
two for true love
and three three
three
collisioning I am trappedagainwithmybackupagainstarubyredwall
and your face on my skin
and your kiss on my skin
to absorb your lies deep within
and imprison myself from the azure sky
because time won't wait for me
because time won't wait for you
because time won't wait
anymore
Ok. I just wish I could interpret (sp) these things better....
Still good.
Still good.
I don't know... I don't really feel like writing funny things at the moment.
I'm feeling down if the truth be told. I want to be by myself and watch films and write poems and think.
I got dumped, not in a can-we-just-be-friends way, but completely by someone I thought I knew: by someone who had been my best-friend. All because something happened between us that she regretted and blamed on me, unfairly. At first I was hurt and tred to convince her that she was wrong, but that I was sorry nonetheless. But then I realised that trying to fight my corner was pointless. So what if I convinced her? Anyone that fickle would only hurt me again later. So I walked away.
That's what the poem's about. Partly.
It's a rant. That's why there's so little punctuation because you're meant to read it aloud at a fair pace. Words have a tendancy to die on the page though...
The first bit is how I felt when it happened. Trapped between moon and sun, means day after day, relentlessly, I thought about her until days became meaningless because all they were was one constantly wondering about the different ways i could try to get her back.
Except, the chorus-ish bit is why I think I felt that. Not because I wouldn't ever love another person like that, but because I had spent so long feeling that way for this one person, that all that time would have been wasted if I moved on. Time is the killer because it would have had me keep begging her to come back for fear of losing years of my life if she left. That's why time's a drug. How many people stay with their partners purely because they have done so for x amount of time and are afraid of starting from scratch? How many people have let time kill their love by simply growing into the habit of loving someone rather than actually being in love?
Then as the poem goes on it reflects my current state of mind. Which is that I am just going to rise above her. I took out a verse there which didn't really flow, but it carried on the idea of Lazarus-like rising above her childish games. And instead of being trapped by the moon and sun, I realise that the experience has liberated me, and that I, and what happened, will cease to be one of her regrets, instead she will regret that she abandoned me.
The final bit is me. What will happen, behind the bluster and the fronts. And that is if she wants it I will probably welcome her back with open arms. Because perhaps freedom is a scary thing after all. And time can provide comfort (hence the reptition of three) Sure I'd be trapped again, but I wouldn't have to face up to the scary possibilites of being free from something.
And that's why it ends so weakly. Because it's a cop-out.
I want to say that if she talked to be again I'd hang up the phone and tell her that everything was over. But I don't know how I would react. I just don't know.
If I'm not writing amusing posts it's because I have a lot floating about in this mind of mine and writing poems is one of the best ways of distilling it out and exorcising it. I hope.
I'm feeling down if the truth be told. I want to be by myself and watch films and write poems and think.
I got dumped, not in a can-we-just-be-friends way, but completely by someone I thought I knew: by someone who had been my best-friend. All because something happened between us that she regretted and blamed on me, unfairly. At first I was hurt and tred to convince her that she was wrong, but that I was sorry nonetheless. But then I realised that trying to fight my corner was pointless. So what if I convinced her? Anyone that fickle would only hurt me again later. So I walked away.
That's what the poem's about. Partly.
It's a rant. That's why there's so little punctuation because you're meant to read it aloud at a fair pace. Words have a tendancy to die on the page though...
The first bit is how I felt when it happened. Trapped between moon and sun, means day after day, relentlessly, I thought about her until days became meaningless because all they were was one constantly wondering about the different ways i could try to get her back.
Except, the chorus-ish bit is why I think I felt that. Not because I wouldn't ever love another person like that, but because I had spent so long feeling that way for this one person, that all that time would have been wasted if I moved on. Time is the killer because it would have had me keep begging her to come back for fear of losing years of my life if she left. That's why time's a drug. How many people stay with their partners purely because they have done so for x amount of time and are afraid of starting from scratch? How many people have let time kill their love by simply growing into the habit of loving someone rather than actually being in love?
Then as the poem goes on it reflects my current state of mind. Which is that I am just going to rise above her. I took out a verse there which didn't really flow, but it carried on the idea of Lazarus-like rising above her childish games. And instead of being trapped by the moon and sun, I realise that the experience has liberated me, and that I, and what happened, will cease to be one of her regrets, instead she will regret that she abandoned me.
The final bit is me. What will happen, behind the bluster and the fronts. And that is if she wants it I will probably welcome her back with open arms. Because perhaps freedom is a scary thing after all. And time can provide comfort (hence the reptition of three) Sure I'd be trapped again, but I wouldn't have to face up to the scary possibilites of being free from something.
And that's why it ends so weakly. Because it's a cop-out.
I want to say that if she talked to be again I'd hang up the phone and tell her that everything was over. But I don't know how I would react. I just don't know.
If I'm not writing amusing posts it's because I have a lot floating about in this mind of mine and writing poems is one of the best ways of distilling it out and exorcising it. I hope.
I think the message is clear:
Go write funny stuff in FOG again.
Nice.
Go write funny stuff in FOG again.
Nice.
Indeed.
Inspiring.
Cool poem.
I like it and I'd call the poem "Random so very Random" lol just kidding Keep up the good work :D
Nice.
I am trapped between the moon and sun
pressed up against the redbrick wall
with your face a heartbeat from my skin
and all within where beginnings are
ends all merged into one everlasting
time
is the killer, is the drug
polluting atrophied lungs and dreams
of love and me and you
are gone
You see?
As I grasp for breaths between breaths and deaths
and what is left of what we had
and held
and hoped
is choked forgotten dreams
and time
is the killer
is the drug
polluting these atrophied lungs and dreams
of love and me and me and me and me
is gone
but travels on
transcendental
rasied above your lies and hopes and fears:
your life
below me, forgotten and gone
all is left is nothing but moon and sun
the moon my womb
I reborn as son and sun
Forever to be the shadow from which you run
and time is the killer
and time is the drug
from which you run
and I am free
to be
to see
to count my heartbeats
one for my memories
two for true love
and three three
three
collisioning I am trappedagainwithmybackupagainstarubyredwall
and your face on my skin
and your kiss on my skin
to absorb your lies deep within
and imprison myself from the azure sky
because time won't wait for me
because time won't wait for you
because time won't wait
anymore
pressed up against the redbrick wall
with your face a heartbeat from my skin
and all within where beginnings are
ends all merged into one everlasting
time
is the killer, is the drug
polluting atrophied lungs and dreams
of love and me and you
are gone
You see?
As I grasp for breaths between breaths and deaths
and what is left of what we had
and held
and hoped
is choked forgotten dreams
and time
is the killer
is the drug
polluting these atrophied lungs and dreams
of love and me and me and me and me
is gone
but travels on
transcendental
rasied above your lies and hopes and fears:
your life
below me, forgotten and gone
all is left is nothing but moon and sun
the moon my womb
I reborn as son and sun
Forever to be the shadow from which you run
and time is the killer
and time is the drug
from which you run
and I am free
to be
to see
to count my heartbeats
one for my memories
two for true love
and three three
three
collisioning I am trappedagainwithmybackupagainstarubyredwall
and your face on my skin
and your kiss on my skin
to absorb your lies deep within
and imprison myself from the azure sky
because time won't wait for me
because time won't wait for you
because time won't wait
anymore