Swim with me into your blackest eyes

I got wiring loose inside my head
I got books that I never, ever read
I got secrets in my garden shed
I got a scar where all my urges bled
I got people underneath my bed
I got a place where all my dreams are dead

Porcupine Tree - Blackest Eyes

Hvis jeg i mot all formodning skulle skaffet meg en hund, skulle den sett sånn ut:

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Like you

I've been to hell
and it looked just like heaven,
I made a friend and I felt forgiven,
like you, and everyone else

I am ashamed but, I’m just human,
With oceans of dreams,
and seas of confusion
Like you, and everyone else

Holding my breath when I just want to scream,
hiding the face I don’t want you to see,
making a mess of myself trying to be
like you, and everyone else

They put me away, told me I’m crazy,
I don't belong but, maybe they'll save me,
Talked to the pain, it's been here forever,
the drugs make me sane, but they don't make me better

Holding my breath when I just want to scream,
hiding the face I don’t want you to see,
making a mess of myself trying to be
like you, like you

Losing my faith when I say I believe,
Looking at you for the answers I need,
walking away from myself, trying to be
like you, and everyone else
Everyone else

Talked to me, talked to me, talked to me,
till this is over
Talked to me, talked to me, talked to me
and I am worth fighting for

Holding my breath when I just want to scream,
hiding the face I don’t want you to see,
making a mess of myself trying to be
like you, like you

Losing my faith when I say I believe,
Looking at you for the answers I need,
Walking away from myself, trying to be
like you, and everyone else.



Walk in the rain, let it fall on my face.
There’s a shadow of doubt but a sky full of grace,
I’m not like you, and everyone else..

Beth Hart (2010)

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it is not enough

it is not enough just to
miss you. i have to learn
how to walk again; how to
live without meat and
kissing, how to sleep
shaped like a balled up
fist. it is not enough
just to miss you. i have
to adopt twins in
Africa, name them Lost
and Weird, forget to
feed them. i have to
go to every pet store
in America and rescue
all the seahorses. i have
to tattoo D A R K B I R D
inside my lip and stand
in children's playgrounds
like a broken arm, creaking. it
is not enough just to miss
you. it has to hurt. i
have to write poems
that last forever, interpret
dreams about buildings
burning down, flies who
leave their partners for
sad New York waitresses. i
have to work on my
posture. shave my head, wear
white dresses. i have to
be a chaffinch when i curse
into my fingers. it is not
enough to just miss you. i
have to be a crazy
crocus-woman; my lovely
hand curled close around
your heart, a bud sealed
tightly, tightly, tightly...

kilde