Exit

Don't say that you missed me
even half as much as I you
and for the record
distance does not make the heart grow fonder.
Wander
from coast to coast
while my sorry soul surrenders.
It's not a sonnet or a song.
Silence is Survival:
throw my throat out with the trash
and thrash the rest
to the fist that holds this pen.

Defenseless.
Defenseless.
And you know what
my best is.

Back turned.
Insert knife.
Twist
and shout
and splatter
and plunge.
Expunge,
extol,
exorcise:
and I could be your best bet;
let alone
your worst ex.

Exit stage left,
but this is not an exit
and when you think the story's over,
when you think the credits should start to roll...

you'll still see my face
and all the years that you stole.

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I was annoyed and couldn't sleep several nights ago, so this is a half-asleep stream-of-conscience (stealing ideas from Taking Back Sunday, Elliott Smith, Saves The Day, Brand New, and others). Some are subtle, some are not. I'm really only posting this because I chuckled when I noticed that some of the shit I stole out of songs were in there unintentionally. (Do I use more lyric puns when sleepy?)

Hopefully, I will have some better and more original materials in the coming days, weeks...





This may take a while:

"And if you ever said you miss me then don't say you never lied..." Brand New Jude Law And A Semester Abroad

"I'll do everything I can so you can be what you do, coast to coast, coast to coast..." Elliott Smith Coast To Coast

"Am I correct to defend the fist that holds this pen?" Brand New It's Good To Know...

"The worst is over; you can have the best of me..." The Starting Line The Best of Me

"Well, shake it up baby now (shake it up baby), twist and shout (twist and shout)..." The Beatles Twist And Shout (Totally different context, but what the hell, hahaha)

"I'll leave the lights down low so she knows I mean business and maybe we could talk this over, 'cause I could be your best bet, let alone your worst ex..." Taking Back Sunday Bike Scene

"And your love will be warm nights with pockets of moonlight, spotlighting you as you drift: the actor in this play and you walk across the stage, take a bow, hear the applause and, as the curtain falls, just know you did it all..." Saves The Day This Is Not An Exit

"So if I'm a liar then you're a thief; at least we both know where the other one sleeps and lets end this tonight..." Brand New You Stole (LOL)

The Contagion of Lethargy

These are the same white walls
and the same cold stalls,
the same busy typing
and the same early rising.
I'm as blank as these pages,
haven't written a line in ages
and I tally the losses and gains
with an ink that runs through my veins.
The contagion of lethargy
breeds despair and apathy,
but we swore it was never be we
because the future we could see
needed hands holding up arms
and voices carrying alarms.
We dubbed ourselves
the Warning Bells,
but our revolution
suffered stagnated evolution.
Has our youth lost its thunder,
our passions torn asunder?
Monotony and misdirection
and misunderstanding our own reflections
breeds disillusion
and false conclusions.
Disaffection drains us dry;
he is menacing and sly
and so our spry skin is thickening:
the sight is sickening,
like we can't see anything at all:
no rise nor fall.
How much longer can the setting sun wait
for a savior to seal our fate?

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Somehow I didn't post anything in February. So, I'm making this one public since it's been sitting around here in draft mode for weeks.

This is about visionaries who go blind.









"If we're now so dissconected, it's our reflections we ignore..." Kevin Devine The Burning City Smoking

"Everybody's talkin' 'bout revolution, evolution, masturbation, flagellation, regulation, integrations, mediations, United Nations, congratulations: all we are saying is give peace a chance..." John Lennon Give Peace A Chance