Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Tuesday, 9 August 2011
2010 Death
Heaven is no good if you’re scared of heights
I don’t want to fall into the night.
Clouds can’t hold the weight of my soul.
Heaven is no good if you’re scared of heights.
I came up here because it looked bright.
Looking down, the sky is blacker than coal.
I don’t want to fall into the night.
I was lured like a moth to the light.
Now the clouds thunder and roll.
Heaven is no good if you’re scared of heights.
The view from here is a terrible sight.
What if I step into a hole?
I don’t want to fall into the night.
My whole body is shaking in fright,
Standing on this unsteady knoll.
Heaven is no good if you’re scared of heights.
Living up here doesn’t seem right.
What did I do to deserve this toll?
I don’t want to fall into the night.
Heaven is no good if you’re scared of heights.
I don’t want to fall into the night.
Clouds can’t hold the weight of my soul.
Heaven is no good if you’re scared of heights.
I came up here because it looked bright.
Looking down, the sky is blacker than coal.
I don’t want to fall into the night.
I was lured like a moth to the light.
Now the clouds thunder and roll.
Heaven is no good if you’re scared of heights.
The view from here is a terrible sight.
What if I step into a hole?
I don’t want to fall into the night.
My whole body is shaking in fright,
Standing on this unsteady knoll.
Heaven is no good if you’re scared of heights.
Living up here doesn’t seem right.
What did I do to deserve this toll?
I don’t want to fall into the night.
Heaven is no good if you’re scared of heights.
Saturday, 6 August 2011
Friday, 5 August 2011
Thursday, 4 August 2011
ideas for poems (a poem) (74)
something about hair cascading over my face so that it feels like i am a lil creature hiding in your hair
something about being very quiet
something about looking at your face and feeling things
something about smile lines
something about oceans and oceans and oceans
something about waking up in the middle of the night, kissing your lips and then falling back asleep with my lips still on your lips a little bit
something about (censored) (censored)
something about listening to Neutral Milk Hotel on my headphones
something about mouthing words to a song
something about feeling okay
something about your death or
something about your life or
something about how these things are the same thing maybe
something about feeling detached
something about trying to push my body through glass
something about wanting to break everything or just one specific thing
something about the various textures of my hand
something about slender fingers and limbs
something about leaving everything i know
something about drinking a lot of coffee
something about friendship
something about being really, really warm
something about something
something about being very quiet
something about looking at your face and feeling things
something about smile lines
something about oceans and oceans and oceans
something about waking up in the middle of the night, kissing your lips and then falling back asleep with my lips still on your lips a little bit
something about (censored) (censored)
something about listening to Neutral Milk Hotel on my headphones
something about mouthing words to a song
something about feeling okay
something about your death or
something about your life or
something about how these things are the same thing maybe
something about feeling detached
something about trying to push my body through glass
something about wanting to break everything or just one specific thing
something about the various textures of my hand
something about slender fingers and limbs
something about leaving everything i know
something about drinking a lot of coffee
something about friendship
something about being really, really warm
something about something
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