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Mood Rings

I never have to carefully shape sentences
When I’ve got some words to say
They’re falling from my mouth from the time
That they hit my brain
‘Cause we built a picture made for frames
We live in chemistry away from all the wasted time and taste…

~*~

There’s a reason why I like the pink in your mood

My words hit the ground, but you catch them so we’re good

If time’s running out for me, I’ll be sure to take it slow

I may be high on conflict but on your sights I’m low

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The amount of space between my smile and eyes are closing in

But frustration and disappearing sense is not a problem

Because if you laugh, then I laugh, and if you cry, then I die

The city’s a slow waltz into the colourful cocktails we have to try

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I may speak my mind but I talk with my heart

And it only takes one skipping beat to know where to start

I keep falling for everything that wants nothing to do with me

But I’ll keep trying until the blondes stop being pretty

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I change so quickly, I don’t even know what to think

And your face goes from soft violet to vivid blush like a 90’s trick

I’m the rain that you chase, you’re the lone cloud in May

Our weather’s too erratic and unstable, but I adore it anyway

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So don’t get me wrong, your fingers may be pointing

But I’ll take them in my hand and yell bang, the bullet’s flying

You’re troubled by the clothes you wear, confused looks good on you

It accentuates the glow in your halo, but you never had a clue

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I’m asking all the wrong questions, but you still answer them right

And I’m hoping to the moon that you’ll answer the most important one tonight

I’m dirty red, you’re canary yellow, let’s collide together and be orange fire

A hurricane’s sleeping in my bedroom, can I stay over? We can dream until we’re tired.

~*~

My mood’s dictated by our conversations
And if you don’t text I get too frustrated
I want you all to myself this time, t-t-time
Conflicted looks good on me, I’m trying desperately
I want you all to myself this time, t-t-time…

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Twelve Kilometres

I.) LAZY-EYED MOON

Dear lazy-eyed moon

With your golden gloom

Have you come to accompany

Me in my extensive journey?

Did you come to wink and smile

With that soft butter hue style

My dearest lazy-eyed moon

Will you stay or leave too soon?

~*~

II.) STREETLIGHT MANIFESTO

The manifesto of the streetlights

An unctuous torch flickering unsure

Sounds of rubber against pavement

And prayers and jesting alike, pure

Whence the city aspirations unfold

Into concrete and sentient dreams

Let the heavens listen so they know

This expedition is more than it means.

~*~

III.) SOLIPSISTIC CONTEMPLATIONS

What a perfect nightscape

Perhaps the blithering crowds

Couldn’t ruin this dainty tranquility

If only solipsism were allowed

Yet music’s humming in my ears

As I’m pondering with the stars

In a writhing mass of humans near

I’ve never felt so lone and far.

~*~

IV.) ABRADING WEARINESS

The abrasive blisters in my skin

Are beginning to complain loudly

Let us rest, you pompous wretch!

And my pained feet agrees wearily

The pressing people, intertwined

Of heat, sweat, and testosterone

The claustrophobia drives me mad

Oh, it’s no fun, can’t we just go home?

~*~

V.) LETHARGIC LAUGHS AND LAST CALLS

An amusement and animated conversations

Betwixt mouthfuls of crisps and a macchiato

Pinches and punches and surly fights broken

Sooner than now, it’s time for everyone to go

A lengthy travel adventure—though not quite

An exhausting walk and rarest bucolic sights

Farewell to infinite horizons of the falling night

Until the next peregrination…and pray we might.

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Next Year

I don’t know where I
Am going to rest my head tonight
So I won’t promise that I’ll speak
To you today, but if I ever find
Another place, a better time
For that moment
I was never what I am…

~*~

Dreaming of auroras, reminiscent blooming flowers

Staring at the open window on a mo[u]rn December

Thoughts of calendar prose, painted rubicund 31st

A parched thought and unsaid words dying of thirst

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Inhale one last midnight breath conjuring stardust

Betrayed by the shower seeds we sow, trailing rust

Fluttering fireflies make this stale air taste buttery

Her music box ballet with a fine whimsical melody

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Those smells of coriander and angel’s breath perfume

Familiar senses of Heaven, as Earth’s gravity resumes

Van Gogh’s paradise painting, yes, but quite unfinished

Perhaps they ran out of acrylics, brush fast diminished

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Red stripes and pinstripes blurring into a vertical mess

I’d miss those fast-dissolving days too, I must confess

Warm bodies colliding like drunken asteroids in motion

Intoxicating nostalgia, and I’m quite tipsy with emotion

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But our hearts shall be mended with a tattered line of string

Perhaps Florence’s nightingales might return to softly sing

Warm feathery comfort, in an empty bed of cold navy blue

Vespertine reveries, and reaching out for the hands of you

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For the roads paving way can come to a halting fork along

And I’ll sink into the soft shoulder if I stand for far too long

Decision weighed like scales, maybe I’ll take the right path

And I left with a single whisper, a lost goodbye’s aftermath

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Destinations unravel, a hundred miles, and my feet are sore from walking

Towering skyscrapers of tough metal, low bungalows of wooden flooring

Arrow signs, highways, billboards, all leading to abandoned ghostly cities

Vistas, landscapes in verdancy, but still, you’re the best sight I’ll ever see

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When I drape my spotted bindle and kiss away my penultimate farewells

Setting the vision of my clouded binoculars farther than it could ever tell

When my soul sheds silvery rain, and annihilates all initial pains and fear

I promise you that I’ll be there soon dear, I promise I’ll be home next year.

~*~

Maybe someday
You’ll be somewhere
Talking to me
As if you knew me
Saying, I’ll be home for next year, darling
I’ll be home for next year…

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