azzaA Poem by speakingcolorsit's meant to sound choppy and unflowing.2:34 i'm still feeling pretty alive alive and waiting for God knows what but here i am sometimes i can't breathe but it could just be my mind kicking in again i don't feel any dust at least there's none in my eyes have you dreamed while still awake i have it feels odd unnerving at best but i'd try it all over if i could at least trick myself but i'm too good for that too quick to be sure just when it seems she's in my reach i jump away i even have a theme it plays forever constantly no matter how much i jump but it's never the same and it's never the same this place is a dump constantly she's so clever because as i'm about to dream the sun gets brighter everyday as bright as the bleach for which i haven't the cure sometimes i don't know where i'm at i don't even know myself but it's usually then i think of the clover that little flower i detest and yet at the same time its a god not the only one i have but the only one to forsake finally the music dies only to come back with disgust again but this time it's a violin something my mind can breathe as my thoughts continue to jam and my eyes begin to cut i continue waiting 2:35 just a few hours more © 2008 speakingcolorsReviews
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2 Reviews Added on August 23, 2008 Last Updated on August 23, 2008 Authorspeakingcolorssomewhere outside looking in, PAAboutpoet/songwriter/author sometimes I feel so much it hurts. i have all these thoughts running through my head, little segments of a whole that i can't see. most of them never get put down in writ.. more..Writing
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