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(posting this on profile seemed more trouble than it's worth so here it is - my 1st [and meh Last] thread [I kids I kids but yea typically I wouldn't do this obv] )
[Indefinite Nocturne (Where Bridges Come to Burn)]
Gone from past where
We must’ve had a reason to leave
The moon, the air and us - running out of places to go
Soon to now is too late
I only felt the weather retreat
To rain on paradise – sun has found complacent its glow
Only feeling traces of the weather when it stops
The absence and the pause between the moisturizing drops
This dark morning
No cathedral bell is chiming
all orchestrated in the worst sense of timing
Let this hour be the time we can believe in things we trust
Nocturne will not turn off - wind thinned out, collect the dust
This dark morning
Cock-a-doodle-doo won’t be heard
nothing will be there to hear it - not even itself
I’m not waiting for the cars, not playing chicken in the street
They will just keep going race to see who they can beat
Driving away from themselves on a dark morning
Pot of coffee fresh not hot not ready
motor vehicles, motor controls at best unsteady
Stand in our only way with nothing standing in our way
But our own reasons for going where we can’t go anyway
We forgot how to call it a day
And the dawn won’t come to remind us
Lonely time and space come together in small, socializing hops
And perhaps defends its laws when the noise arising pops
Loud enough to go deaf in the dark of the morning
Weather channels morning news are off air
Following the leader but I swear they’re chasing me down
going in and out of every exit, any entrance - fleeing town
the jester, the town fool, the martyr, the clown
all other-worldliness secrets ubiquitously drown
all people, places, things - extinction of the noun
world-reviled - freely mingling amongst the exiled
domestication of a dead joke viral virii gone wild
necessary misinformation nonchalantly, erroneously compiled
swap places to loosely contain the inner-adult within an outer-child
Bridges brightly ablaze have the benefit
of everything now in doubt
traffic facing non-euclidian design
perpetual U-turn/infinite turnpikes en route
Breakfast eggs and toast, hated the most - got thrown the fuck out
Hydrochloric acid so as to rinse your venomous mouth out
eliciting the faintest gesticulations
and convicingly glib, melodramatic pout
revisiting the heinous defenestrations
that crimsonly drip from a monochromatic spout
Drawing the infinitesimal straw, for the random unlucky burden
Of going past the dressing curtain, only to wear the same shirt in
An abysmal amassing of nothing will rise in this dark latter AM
We’re all proud of our evening’s scheduled plans
Celebrate severing of the ties; scissors, blood, hands
Everyone understands the mutual understanding
that nobody understands
This is the darkest day
The dawn already long behind us
but draws ominously near
Bridges will burn
An indefinite nocturne
The balance will turn
Those resetting the clock learn
Out of concern
Coat and prep it in crock churn
Butter bread and yearn
For precedence to adjourn
sun’s eminent return
Yawn, one last stair, one last no hallows eve
Faster beating’s what you’ve always
inadvisably worn on the sleeve
'Where' ends where it does – unrenowned; too wasted to know
too many coincidental convergings in a row
serendipitous jinxes will only serve to bring you oh, so low
unveiling a fate agonizingly slow
Wounds allowed to mutate
Bridges burning brighter than any neon hope
The morning carapace – Twenty hours patience to go
good intentions pave the declining path
the only path we'll ever know
Pissing on the lawn is all we have left
when the sky won’t change to save the day
a cold shower couldn’t wash away empirical yet esoterical evidence
circles of life pulselessly reign in artic solstice
enveloped in grey - will we die out... are we going away
the unstable equinox prying at pandora’s box
equator becomes negator with 'soon-to-now' eclipsing 'later'
the moodiness we share is what we breathe that chokes the air
inhaling itself through nightfall exhausting the day that once was the sun’s
leaving our human tapestry red in the eye looking up off its face the water runs
a hell of a day - turn the light out; throw it away
To look at the bright side is wasting your while
Waiting for anything you’ll fade in denial
Children are shadows in a dead world on trial
Supplying the dying with a sigh and easy smile
(posting this on profile seemed more trouble than it's worth so here it is - my 1st [and meh Last] thread [I kids I kids but yea typically I wouldn't do this obv] )
[Indefinite Nocturne (Where Bridges Come to Burn)]
Gone from past where
We must’ve had a reason to leave
The moon, the air and us - running out of places to go
Soon to now is too late
I only felt the weather retreat
To rain on paradise – sun has found complacent its glow
Only feeling traces of the weather when it stops
The absence and the pause between the moisturizing drops
This dark morning
No cathedral bell is chiming
all orchestrated in the worst sense of timing
Let this hour be the time we can believe in things we trust
Nocturne will not turn off - wind thinned out, collect the dust
This dark morning
Cock-a-doodle-doo won’t be heard
nothing will be there to hear it - not even itself
I’m not waiting for the cars, not playing chicken in the street
They will just keep going race to see who they can beat
Driving away from themselves on a dark morning
Pot of coffee fresh not hot not ready
motor vehicles, motor controls at best unsteady
Stand in our only way with nothing standing in our way
But our own reasons for going where we can’t go anyway
We forgot how to call it a day
And the dawn won’t come to remind us
Lonely time and space come together in small, socializing hops
And perhaps defends its laws when the noise arising pops
Loud enough to go deaf in the dark of the morning
Weather channels morning news are off air
Following the leader but I swear they’re chasing me down
going in and out of every exit, any entrance - fleeing town
the jester, the town fool, the martyr, the clown
all other-worldliness secrets ubiquitously drown
all people, places, things - extinction of the noun
world-reviled - freely mingling amongst the exiled
domestication of a dead joke viral virii gone wild
necessary misinformation nonchalantly, erroneously compiled
swap places to loosely contain the inner-adult within an outer-child
Bridges brightly ablaze have the benefit
of everything now in doubt
traffic facing non-euclidian design
perpetual U-turn/infinite turnpikes en route
Breakfast eggs and toast, hated the most - got thrown the fuck out
Hydrochloric acid so as to rinse your venomous mouth out
eliciting the faintest gesticulations
and convicingly glib, melodramatic pout
revisiting the heinous defenestrations
that crimsonly drip from a monochromatic spout
Drawing the infinitesimal straw, for the random unlucky burden
Of going past the dressing curtain, only to wear the same shirt in
An abysmal amassing of nothing will rise in this dark latter AM
We’re all proud of our evening’s scheduled plans
Celebrate severing of the ties; scissors, blood, hands
Everyone understands the mutual understanding
that nobody understands
This is the darkest day
The dawn already long behind us
but draws ominously near
Bridges will burn
An indefinite nocturne
The balance will turn
Those resetting the clock learn
Out of concern
Coat and prep it in crock churn
Butter bread and yearn
For precedence to adjourn
sun’s eminent return
Yawn, one last stair, one last no hallows eve
Faster beating’s what you’ve always
inadvisably worn on sleeve
'Where' ends where it does – unrenowned; too wasted to know
too many coincidental convergings in a row
serendipitous jinxes will only serve to bring you oh, so low
unveiling a fate agonizingly slow
Wounds allowed to mutate
Bridges burning brighter than any neon hope
The morning carapace – Twenty hours patience to go
good intentions pave the declining path
the only path we'll ever know
Pissing on the lawn is all we have left
when the sky won’t change to save the day
a cold shower couldn’t wash away empirical
yet esoteric-hysterical evidence of a devalued miracle
circles of life pulselessly reign in arctic solstice
enveloped in grey - will we die out... are we going away
the unstable equinox prying at pandora’s box
equator becomes negator with 'soon-to-now' eclipsing 'later'
the moodiness we share is what we breathe that chokes the air
inhaling itself through nightfall exhausting the day that once was the sun’s
leaving our human tapestry red in the eye looking up off its face the water runs
a hell of a day - turn the light out; throw it away
To look at the bright side is wasting your while
Waiting for anything you’ll fade in denial
Children are shadows in a dead world on trial
Supplying the dying with a sigh and easy smile
Edit: cleaned up a couple misspeLLings that somehow flew under the radaR - also 'convincingly' is a misspelled word? lol also misspellings... what dictionary is this goin by xD
and ran outta time to edit? wuuuuuTTTT so I repasted it with the corrections. probably still missed something l0L
[Indefinite Nocturne (Where Bridges Come to Burn)]
Gone from past where
We must’ve had a reason to leave
The moon, the air and us - running out of places to go
Soon to now is too late
I only felt the weather retreat
To rain on paradise – sun has found complacent its glow
Only feeling traces of the weather when it stops
The absence and the pause between the moisturizing drops
This dark morning
No cathedral bell is chiming
all orchestrated in the worst sense of timing
Let this hour be the time we can believe in things we trust
Nocturne will not turn off - wind thinned out, collect the dust
This dark morning
Cock-a-doodle-doo won’t be heard
nothing will be there to hear it - not even itself
I’m not waiting for the cars, not playing chicken in the street
They will just keep going race to see who they can beat
Driving away from themselves on a dark morning
Pot of coffee fresh not hot not ready
motor vehicles, motor controls at best unsteady
Stand in our only way with nothing standing in our way
But our own reasons for going where we can’t go anyway
We forgot how to call it a day
And the dawn won’t come to remind us
Lonely time and space come together in small, socializing hops
And perhaps defends its laws when the noise arising pops
Loud enough to go deaf in the dark of the morning
Weather channels morning news are off air
Following the leader but I swear they’re chasing me down
going in and out of every exit, any entrance - fleeing town
the jester, the town fool, the martyr, the clown
all other-worldliness secrets ubiquitously drown
all people, places, things - extinction of the noun
world-reviled - freely mingling amongst the exiled
domestication of a dead joke viral virii gone wild
necessary misinformation nonchalantly, erroneously compiled
swap places to loosely contain the inner-adult within an outer-child
Bridges brightly ablaze have the benefit
of everything now in doubt
traffic facing non-euclidian design
perpetual U-turn/infinite turnpikes en route
Breakfast eggs and toast, hated the most - got thrown the fuck out
Hydrochloric acid so as to rinse your venomous mouth out
eliciting the faintest gesticulations
and convicingly glib, melodramatic pout
revisiting the heinous defenestrations
that crimsonly drip from a monochromatic spout
Drawing the infinitesimal straw, for the random unlucky burden
Of going past the dressing curtain, only to wear the same shirt in
An abysmal amassing of nothing will rise in this dark latter AM
We’re all proud of our evening’s scheduled plans
Celebrate severing of the ties; scissors, blood, hands
Everyone understands the mutual understanding
that nobody understands
This is the darkest day
The dawn already long behind us
but draws ominously near
Bridges will burn
An indefinite nocturne
The balance will turn
Those resetting the clock learn
Out of concern
Coat and prep it in crock churn
Butter bread and yearn
For precedence to adjourn
sun’s eminent return
Yawn, one last stair, one last no hallows eve
Faster beating’s what you’ve always
inadvisably worn on the sleeve
'Where' ends where it does – unrenowned; too wasted to know
too many coincidental convergings in a row
serendipitous jinxes will only serve to bring you oh, so low
unveiling a fate agonizingly slow
Wounds allowed to mutate
Bridges burning brighter than any neon hope
The morning carapace – Twenty hours patience to go
good intentions pave the declining path
the only path we'll ever know
Pissing on the lawn is all we have left
when the sky won’t change to save the day
a cold shower couldn’t wash away empirical yet esoterical evidence
circles of life pulselessly reign in artic solstice
enveloped in grey - will we die out... are we going away
the unstable equinox prying at pandora’s box
equator becomes negator with 'soon-to-now' eclipsing 'later'
the moodiness we share is what we breathe that chokes the air
inhaling itself through nightfall exhausting the day that once was the sun’s
leaving our human tapestry red in the eye looking up off its face the water runs
a hell of a day - turn the light out; throw it away
To look at the bright side is wasting your while
Waiting for anything you’ll fade in denial
Children are shadows in a dead world on trial
Supplying the dying with a sigh and easy smile
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(posting this on profile seemed more trouble than it's worth so here it is - my 1st [and meh Last] thread [I kids I kids but yea typically I wouldn't do this obv] )
[Indefinite Nocturne (Where Bridges Come to Burn)]
Gone from past where
We must’ve had a reason to leave
The moon, the air and us - running out of places to go
Soon to now is too late
I only felt the weather retreat
To rain on paradise – sun has found complacent its glow
Only feeling traces of the weather when it stops
The absence and the pause between the moisturizing drops
This dark morning
No cathedral bell is chiming
all orchestrated in the worst sense of timing
Let this hour be the time we can believe in things we trust
Nocturne will not turn off - wind thinned out, collect the dust
This dark morning
Cock-a-doodle-doo won’t be heard
nothing will be there to hear it - not even itself
I’m not waiting for the cars, not playing chicken in the street
They will just keep going race to see who they can beat
Driving away from themselves on a dark morning
Pot of coffee fresh not hot not ready
motor vehicles, motor controls at best unsteady
Stand in our only way with nothing standing in our way
But our own reasons for going where we can’t go anyway
We forgot how to call it a day
And the dawn won’t come to remind us
Lonely time and space come together in small, socializing hops
And perhaps defends its laws when the noise arising pops
Loud enough to go deaf in the dark of the morning
Weather channels morning news are off air
Following the leader but I swear they’re chasing me down
going in and out of every exit, any entrance - fleeing town
the jester, the town fool, the martyr, the clown
all other-worldliness secrets ubiquitously drown
all people, places, things - extinction of the noun
world-reviled - freely mingling amongst the exiled
domestication of a dead joke viral virii gone wild
necessary misinformation nonchalantly, erroneously compiled
swap places to loosely contain the inner-adult within an outer-child
Bridges brightly ablaze have the benefit
of everything now in doubt
traffic facing non-euclidian design
perpetual U-turn/infinite turnpikes en route
Breakfast eggs and toast, hated the most - got thrown the fuck out
Hydrochloric acid so as to rinse your venomous mouth out
eliciting the faintest gesticulations
and convicingly glib, melodramatic pout
revisiting the heinous defenestrations
that crimsonly drip from a monochromatic spout
Drawing the infinitesimal straw, for the random unlucky burden
Of going past the dressing curtain, only to wear the same shirt in
An abysmal amassing of nothing will rise in this dark latter AM
We’re all proud of our evening’s scheduled plans
Celebrate severing of the ties; scissors, blood, hands
Everyone understands the mutual understanding
that nobody understands
This is the darkest day
The dawn already long behind us
but draws ominously near
Bridges will burn
An indefinite nocturne
The balance will turn
Those resetting the clock learn
Out of concern
Coat and prep it in crock churn
Butter bread and yearn
For precedence to adjourn
sun’s eminent return
Yawn, one last stair, one last no hallows eve
Faster beating’s what you’ve always
inadvisably worn on sleeve
'Where' ends where it does – unrenowned; too wasted to know
too many coincidental convergings in a row
serendipitous jinxes will only serve to bring you oh, so low
unveiling a fate agonizingly slow
Wounds allowed to mutate
Bridges burning brighter than any neon hope
The morning carapace – Twenty hours patience to go
good intentions pave the declining path
the only path we'll ever know
Pissing on the lawn is all we have left
when the sky won’t change to save the day
a cold shower couldn’t wash away empirical
yet esoteric-hysterical evidence of a devalued miracle
circles of life pulselessly reign in arctic solstice
enveloped in grey - will we die out... are we going away
the unstable equinox prying at pandora’s box
equator becomes negator with 'soon-to-now' eclipsing 'later'
the moodiness we share is what we breathe that chokes the air
inhaling itself through nightfall exhausting the day that once was the sun’s
leaving our human tapestry red in the eye looking up off its face the water runs
a hell of a day - turn the light out; throw it away
To look at the bright side is wasting your while
Waiting for anything you’ll fade in denial
Children are shadows in a dead world on trial
Supplying the dying with a sigh and easy smile
Edit: cleaned up a couple misspeLLings that somehow flew under the radaR - also 'convincingly' is a misspelled word? lol also misspellings... what dictionary is this goin by xD
and ran outta time to edit? wuuuuuTTTT so I repasted it with the corrections. probably still missed something l0L
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