artistic nostalgia

Going through an old notebook that I carried with me in Japan I found these poems in random spaces.  They’re not my favorite ever but I didn’t want to lose them in the shuffle of moving stuff around.  Yesh. . .

March 22, 2007

Burn the edges of my heart
Drown the sorrow ’till it’s numb
Ignite the flame when it’s time
No feeling. . .senseless
Guarding me from pain
lock it away
Deep inside
Where no one can see it
Time to say goodbye
And my heart shatters again
I could cry, but what good would it do?
It wouldn’t take away the pain
let’s raise a glass to heartache

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March 23, 2007

And if I told You that “the sun won’t rise tomorrow
We’ll soon be underwater
Oxygen won’t give us life
the flame won’t burn
and my heart has died”
would you believe me?
What if I told you that
My love has flown away,
I’m hollow; empty; Numb
Goodbye

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April 21, 2007

Stupid desire
Something so beautiful

How can it become so vile?
Take this heart of mine
Silence the voice
Home soon
Trouble follows

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