someday

something about these sheets
that meet me halfway
caresses me less than
you'd expect

I'm caught in the crosshairs
selfishly left there
you'd think gunmen could learn
to not leave it lying 'round

often I'm left right here
hearing the equivalent
valence electrons go missing
listing the listless people

I love that we're here
and we engulf the engulfable
we touch just the touchable
and the sun shines on us

sometimes I hide quiet
reliant on the quickness
in the doldrums buried
believing in something over the next hill

you might think this is a smile
its only a series of bones

someday
we'll believe the believable
sustain the sustainable
perceive the perceivable
attain the attainable
forget the forgettable
defy the defiable
regret the regrettable
rely on the reliable

someday

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Angels

I feel lost without you
the city sleeps around me
and we're running through
with headlights for our eyes

give me time, give me a place
and I'll sign up for the race
let me hope, let me scream
every night I dream that angels dream of you

you give me a reason
to wake up, even if
I wake up alone
you can make me smile
just with your smile,
even if I'm alone

you'll spread your wings
and bring me home
you spread my wings
gave me things I'd never know

and I want you to know
that I need you
and no one else
no one else will do

you take my hands and
lead me to a brand new place
you opened my eyes and
the first thing I saw was your lovely face

and in the cold black night
we will surely run to see the dawn
holding hands with open eyes
leaping over what we stumbled on

and if I had a million lives
to live in any way
I'd choose you every time
and spend with you, every day

Underneath these twisting sheets
we lie and never look back again

our eyes are open,
and we'll never be alone
I'll always love you
my heart, my home

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sorry if I'm tangental, dear

[[this silly gambit
sightless like lady justice
is no match for any calculated
viewpoint

her jilted aim robs me
and her blindfold falls to the earth

I see the amber sun and it reminds me
that reckless and bold I began
and boring and rude I remain

I glimpse the gilded ash
and wonder why?
a thousand times

I'd scream, but I cant feel my throat
I'd cry, but my eyes are lost
I'd shout, but my voice took flight
I'd run, but my legs froze in fright
I'd laugh, but my lips are crusted with frost
I'd hide, but my castle has no moat

I'd cry, but I cant hide
I'd cry, but I cant hide
I'd cry, but I cant hide
I'll run from what I cant define]]

"two can be complete without the rest of the world"-the strokes

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this is why I like being a music major/<3

I had 3 minutes of class today. I love being a music major!

erica and I got back together, for those who dont know.
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awesome.

thats all for now

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Traveling at night is strange

I wrote this while en route to philadelphia in an airplane late at night:

Traveling at night is strange. I'm in a plane heading to the east coast from California, and that's what I'm thinking. The only way to measure the urbanity or rurality of where you are is to look at the droplets of orange and see how many they are and how they are spaced. That's all people are from up here. Endless droplets of orange in a sea of black. Sometimes on the horizon you see a faint orange glow, ghastly with the promise of people just over the edge of the visible earth. I think about everyone in each droplet and all their cares and problems. I wonder about the ones who are sad and lonesome, and wonder about the ones who have only just found happiness. I think about how insignificant everything they cherish is from up here. here in this pressurized cabin, whizzing by above their heads, we see so many orange droplets and each person and all they hold dear is just a tiny point of light in those droplets. From here something we cant even could be the most important thing in the world to them; the thing they breathe and live and die for. at least during the day we see cars and houses and offices. we see movie theaters and farms and malls. we see towns and cities. we see the things people love and these things show a semblance of humanity and uniqueness and individualism. but at night, we see only the sickly orange glow that burns bright in every single town. this removes any thoughts of humanity in such places. They now appear inhuman and sterile. honestly though, I dont mind the glow. it can be beautiful. it just isn't human. and thats why I wonder about the people in those droplets. I know they're there. I know they have cares and worries just like anybody else, but it's still hard to imagine with that orange glow pervading. I will keep wondering though, because at night, I live in an orange glow, and at night, everything I love is just a single tiny speck of light. so when someone flys over my town at night and sees the orange glow, I hope they wonder about me, and my cares and worries.

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