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The Carnelian
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Entirely irrational, the small red dreamstone. November 27, 2011. There's something about the piano. Simple lyric-less expression into keys. Notes like post-its everywhere I turn my face. Reminding me of a simple world,. Simplicity returning to a tired mind. There's something about the piano. Eerie weary tired sounds. Reverberating once and twice and again. To slip inside a world. Where echoes softly play. And cover wounded hearts. A place where tears are old clothes. Worn and worn into wasted rags.
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The Carnelian
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Entirely irrational, the small red dreamstone. January 19, 2012. Crisp air steaming in our noses. Smiling hellos and goodbyes. Like we never slipped. Down this steep angled hill. Frigid waves, fingers shaking. Looking up to face the sky. Only when we remember at times. How we've forgotten the warmth of the sun. We absentmindedly ask for forgiveness. And hope it comes before we reach the end. Far off a sailors waltz calls. Drunken adventures and worlds to see. Oceans to master, maps to make,. We never do,.
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The Carnelian: January 2012
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Entirely irrational, the small red dreamstone. January 30, 2012. Things start splitting at the seams now. Things start splitting at the seams now. Anything to make you smile. The ever-present love that remains like a ghost. I hold this book, looking, questioning, wondering. But slow guitar sounds. I’m tumbling down. Only to hold me together. Only to act like I can. Control, ooh, the thing I know best. Do I really know me at all? What suppression leaves me with. It’s a good thing your will exists. It's li...
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The Carnelian: February 2014
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Entirely irrational, the small red dreamstone. February 9, 2014. I spend my whole life. Trying to read you. While simultaneously trying to make my face. A page in a book. So you would come home every day just to dwell on the words on my mouth,. Spend so much time with them. That one day you might run your fingers. Through the pages in my hair,. Cherish the personification of desire. Today you said you can’t read me. That if you tried, you wouldn’t even find me in the footnotes. I’m writing you this.
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The Carnelian: November 2013
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Entirely irrational, the small red dreamstone. November 10, 2013. It's a toy in your hands. And I feel the cold air rush over my body. As you sweep my heart to the side. And you've outgrown all the games. But people keep giving you toys. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). 11/2/13 A toy. . View my complete profile. Post it note project. Blog photography. truth. Damsels- All of us out there- Arise! A Clean Well-Lighted Place. A Picture is Worth a Million Words.
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Entirely irrational, the small red dreamstone. May 14, 2012. Southwest flight to Portland. Everyone with their backpacks. Olive green, Nalgenes,. Long hair, instruments in hand. In this state,. I will find you here. Play a song for us.". I remember piano keys. Emanating from the red walls. As I lay my head down to sleep,. Sweet, musical themes of my childhood. Play it for us again, would you? Tell us a joke. Give us a laugh. Chipper spirit, kin. Tell me about your dreams. The ones you create. You were th...
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The Carnelian
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Entirely irrational, the small red dreamstone. January 30, 2012. Things start splitting at the seams now. Things start splitting at the seams now. Anything to make you smile. The ever-present love that remains like a ghost. I hold this book, looking, questioning, wondering. But slow guitar sounds. I’m tumbling down. Only to hold me together. Only to act like I can. Control, ooh, the thing I know best. Do I really know me at all? What suppression leaves me with. It’s a good thing your will exists. Picture...
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The Carnelian
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Entirely irrational, the small red dreamstone. November 10, 2013. It's a toy in your hands. And I feel the cold air rush over my body. As you sweep my heart to the side. And you've outgrown all the games. But people keep giving you toys. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 11/2/13 A toy. . View my complete profile. Post it note project. Blog photography. truth. Damsels- All of us out there- Arise! A Clean Well-Lighted Place. A Picture is Worth a Million Words.
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The Carnelian: November 2011
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Entirely irrational, the small red dreamstone. November 27, 2011. There's something about the piano. Simple lyric-less expression into keys. Notes like post-its everywhere I turn my face. Reminding me of a simple world,. Simplicity returning to a tired mind. There's something about the piano. Eerie weary tired sounds. Reverberating once and twice and again. To slip inside a world. Where echoes softly play. And cover wounded hearts. A place where tears are old clothes. Worn and worn into wasted rags.
