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Saturday, December 3, 2011

Moving Day

When my soul is hushed
When my heart is still
When my eyes are closed
I can bring back
all things that go
  And they’re mine again
And they’re here again
But a glimpse is just a glimpse
And time is never a friend
Soon enough the windows fog
And then the past gets wiped away

Sometimes all I see
Are memories waving back at me
So I spend time spending time
and nothing gets saved
It's all burnt holes in an empty pocket

No point in holding on
No point in holding anything
The days blink to nights
 life becomes desert sand
and the clock ticks off the wind
It’s all too fast
 for my tired feet
My heart can’t ever keep up
 with its own beat

I have nowhere to rest,
 no place to stay
It’s always moving day


  1. you are talented. i enjoyed this and you will never know who is commenting this.

  2. Hahaha! i have a few ideas on who you are but i'll just leave it a mystery and say thank you!

  3. It really is always moving day. Love 'spend time spending time'. Great line.
    Love you.

  4. It's just one move after another and I really just want a place to" stay". Thank you, Jo!

  5. Damn, I love it when you pour yourself onto paper. Excellent.

  6. Aw! Thank you! You should see how tired I get after I write a poem. Takes a lot out of me. I'm glad that comes through sometimes.

  7. Wonderful poem and I love the line from "Use Somebody" in your profile. I shall go listen to that right now! Glad I found your blog.

  8. thank you, Jenn! Sorry it took so long for me to come back and reply!


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