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those things inside my head - call it poetry
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Saturday, December 3, 2011

cry

don’t know what to say,
or do,
see your eyes
don’t know what to
                                 feel
                    or… do
   see your eyes
    and i don’t know what to
                                              do,
   see your eyes
                and i don’t know what
                      to do, think,
                              feel, or do
-          how to breath,
i get no oxygen over here,
     won’t hold it long
i don’t know what to do
    & you lay there
  don’t know what to
                           think or do
    & you are there,
don’t know how to believe in
                                                        you,
these words,…
                 were not the words
                             i was looking for…
                      …
                      …
were not things
              i needed most,
  deviate these
             actions &
                    thoughts,
                 and bring them
home,

        your words,
             where you want them,
    but bring them around,
       speak, shout,
       speak, shout,
       speak, shout (louder)
               and yell them home!

your words were there
       bring them home, now
                where they belong,
              yell, scream, shout!
                  and bring them home,
                           bring these words
                                              home,   
                                 bring them home,
                          and yell, scream,
                                                  shout!
and bring them home,
bring these words home,
don’t know how,
but make it possible,…
             anyway.  

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