.... pocket lint

random thoughts on a bunch of napkins I found in my handbag.

:: Fly me to the moon...
:: I will use you as an escape...
:: Fly me to the moon..
:: Where things are preserved in the space aged way..
:: Fly me to the moon..
:: Where NO ONE can hear me scream...
:: Fly me to the moon...
:: To a place I've never been...

[Sang aloud in shower ... just to hear my own voice. Maybe this makes me vain..but the water falling made the greatest backups.]

I keep my self busy, to forget the lack of communication
and I don't much mind our silence.
For who really needs constant chatter?
I hide myself behind my camera.
I know it's easier to say pose perfectly then to tell me if you really do care for me.
It no longer matters. Nothing really does.
I'm leaving.. but when?
Pieces of me die every day..
but it doesn't matter...
because we're all dying...
just not as fast as me.
I see your disease, and it slowly becomes apart of me.
No more poetic images.. just the real me.
(I'm sorry)
Think about that lined sheet of paper I passed you..
Was it really blank?
With words unknown... I decided my fate.
In one simple gesture, I made you forget it again.

No answer.. the phone rings off the hook.
And I find nothing.. in the darkness of my room.
No comfort in my frozen tears.
(all is full of love...)
Frosty window pane.. looks out into the yards darkness...
towards the direction of your house.
No light on.. I know your home.
(You'll be given love)
I've failed you again.
Bitter to the end.... I fear your leaving for good.
Swallow sorrow.. in lumps like burnt sugar.
So bitter.. yet so sweet.
(all is full of love)
Your colder then me.. and I'm lost within you.
Ice.. your hearts like ice. I want to melt you.
I want you to melt me...
(your phone is off the hook)
I never thought we'd come to this..
A never ending game of phone tag.
Messages left in crowded rooms.. for others to read..
(your doors are shut now)
You take what you want.. and I end up with ice.
Tear stains.. on your new shirt.
I'll return it to you on a later date.
I've become a mistake.. written on your wall..
(all is full of love)
a mistake written on your wall..
on your wall.. like a stain..
wash me away..

... Even thou...
Replace my heart with a heavy duty battery, you know the kind I'm talking about, the ever ready, ever lasting, always dependable. I'm a wasted cell... the one that never divided for procreation.Am I Tuesdays child or a Sundays Lady?... F**k it.. there both the same!~
Draining the energy from my finger tips, and transfer it to my brain.. I'm so sleepy! The suns rays brun my eyes.. like paperdolls dancing to close to a buning candle...ASHES ASHES they all fall down!
Trained monkeys typing in time, Like the beat of a work song,
To hard to follow, to hard to dance to..
Trained Monkeys .. Go figure!
Walking people, where are they going? In to the shadows, Dressed to kill.. do I follow?! hhmmm... [the ponderings of a mad girl...]Simple little steps, I hum while I wait, nothing seems the same... Suits wearing yuppies... Dogs owning people.. WHO'S WALKING WHO??? .........STOP THE VOICES...
I only mind the ones who speak English....
{I've lost it!}

I had a recurrent dream.....	[]

© 2012 Sarah Ramsbottom

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ms. barrie

from all that i have read from your writings, thus far, this is my favorite. your choice of words, the flow and rhyme never ceases to amaze me. incredible imagery and very deep. another great write, i found this write quite enjoyable to read. thanks for sharing :)