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| Burning glow of a midnight cigarette,
Thoughts of minutes that live to fill today,
Here we are conversing with our environment,
Replaying the silent movies created today.
Thoughts of the world when it laughed with me,
And the glances I took in from strangers and passerbys,
Feeling content in being a stranger as well,
Walking amongst the angels that cannot be seen,
Moonlight tries to find its river to be reflected,
If only a pair such as them would be found for me,
Where light and wave become friend then lover,
But to only kiss then be torn apart from day to day.
Can both moon and sun love the same blue waters?
Can fallen love turn into a throbbing hate?
Let the lovesick water wash over the broken and cracked,
Then the sweetness of the warm sun will warm the renewed hearts,
Then warmth won't be found in midnight cigarettes,
But in a day when strangers become satisfied.
Copyright ©2008 Hilary Tullberg
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| To wake without breath,
In a pool of my own sweat,
Vivid dreams still in my head,
You are walking there leaving me with anxiety.
To wake and to want to be held,
To wake to want to be kissed,
To wake to want to be with you.
Copyright ©2008 Hilary Tullberg
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| I stare now down the street and see the streetlight glow.
Pressing my cheek against the cold cold window.
I wish I could fog up my thoughts as I do this pane.
To then simply make up feelings to pass until morning.
Then the common passerby wouldn't notice my slow tears,
I'll wash my face in sunlight and forget the past days and years,
I'll wear my favorite dress and play songs in my folly,
Then no one will see that my feelings are melancholy.
I light my cigarette by that same sad window,
Watching my lipstick bleed to the filter as the ember glows,
I'll pass the time in this bittersweet silence,
And simply pretend I'm not sitting alone in your absence.
Why is it sometimes the past and pain just aren't finished with us,
We become absent friends ignoring each other without success,
If I agreed you break my heart each time our eyes lock,
Then we must return to our corners as our thoughts begin to mock.
But what will become of these moments with holes,
You distorted them so, and for that I will for you extol,
And if I was honest with my head you broke my heart,
Doing it so neatly in your own dramatic art.
But I remain here, standing in this window,
Looking through where you stood below,
Puddles form where your shadow had laid,
And now my heart leaves to get a lemonade.
Copyright ©2008 Hilary Tullberg
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Hey guys do me a huge favor and jet over to my other xanga and
give me your thoughts.
I'll be hanging some of my photography in Icon Gallery in February
and I need all the feedback I can get.
go to:
http://www.xanga.com/peanut_and_a_half Thanks a lot!! Hilary | | |
| Unfolding hands that barely ever held,
To say the secret we promised not to tell,
To lye alone with your voice inside my head,
From friend, to feeling, to simply cut a thread.
What are the words that we in time did exchange,
To now pretend that their meanings have ever changed,
To laugh alone to things that we only would understand,
And now we are strangers when our actions we reprimand.
You, oh you, seemed to know me just as I am,
To teach me to try to understand this world the best I can,
To listen to the things that only few would say,
And then I would fall asleep and wait for another day.
Sounds to feeling to fury they change,
To be as longlasting as a single drop of rain,
To want to write down every word you ever said,
So in time I could revel with them inside my head.
And here are the nights when I lye from loss of sleep,
To hurt so bad that I've forgotten how to weep,
To wonder if I should have asked you not to go,
Because then one day we both could finally know.
Maybe you simply landed safely inside my mind,
To never really exist in this space or time,
To only be a voice, a thought, a memory,
There you live, my friend, simply imaginary.
Copyright ©2008 Hilary Tullberg
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