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Reblogged from laugh, i nearly died.
November 20, 2009, 7:42pm
Girls with names that mean
Moon or glass or fragrant
Milk-colored flower.
My own figure slipping
From the white palm
Of your upturned heart.
Pale notes
Folded into the grating
Outside your door.
Voices that are not yours
Lining up to touch me
While I pray.
November 20, 2009, 7:17pm
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Matt Pond PA - So Much Trouble
I will never get sick of this song. I probably have so many favorite songs, but this is undoubtedly one of them. “I don’t think I wanna think about it.”
November 20, 2009, 7:08pm
“I made a lot of mistakes before I got to you (each one honest and none that I regret). The same way a tree bends in the wind and twists and turns, before it can touch the sky.”
— I Wrote This For You
November 20, 2009, 6:24pm
I dreamed I called you on the telephone
to say: Be kinder to yourself
but you were sick and would not answer
The waste of my love goes on this way
trying to save you from yourself
I have always wondered about the left-over
energy, the way water goes rushing down a hill
long after the rains have stopped
or the fire you want to go to bed from
but cannot leave, burning-down but not burnt-down
the red coals more extreme, more curious
in their flashing and dying
than you wish they were
sitting long after midnight
November 19, 2009, 12:34am