Friday, May 21, 2010

"Repeating" (in memory of Amanda Alexander) - Sarah Bush

http://qctimes.com/news/local/article_8cddba12-64c9-11df-bf0e-001cc4c002e0.html


Take a breath and feel it, feel it
filling up your chest
all day long, heart beating strong
it never stops to rest.
You'll go and go and go and go
like you know what's in store
Then it's all erased
except the look on your face
as you waved and stepped out through the door,
and that's all I can see anymore.

It's repeating, repeating
I can't talk, I can't think, I can't move
Just you leaving, just you leaving
Who guessed,
who imagined,
who knew?
You look over your shoulder,
I smile and wave,
Your heels tap the floor
As you're walking away,
The dark of the night outside
swallows you in
as fate turns our "later"s
into "never again"s...
It's repeating.


You don't know, you don't know
Never, for sure...
Though you'd like to pretend that you do,
Our perceived crystal balls that can
show us it all
A 20/20 foresight point of view...
But there's only so much a human can take
And crystal's just another fragile thing that can break
It all shatters and scatters
Little pieces everywhere
As we reach out for things that
are no longer there...


It's repeating, repeating
I can't talk, I can't think, I can't move
Just you leaving, just you leaving
Who guessed,
who imagined,
who knew?
You look over your shoulder,
I smile and wave,
Your heels tap the floor
As you're walking away,
The dark of the night outside
swallows you in
as fate turns our "later"s
into "never again"s...
It's repeating.

Your words become powerful, as they no longer fall
Your presence leaves gaps in midair,
Your flaws, your mistakes, no one will recall
As they look at your photographed stare...
You've become news that no one can believe
Though they've watched it, they've heard it, they've read...
And forever, forever around us you'll be
Just a sweet song stuck in our heads...
Repeating.
You're repeating.
Just repeating...
hearts are bleeding.

And it's repeating.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Breakup


You are so fun.

Oh my word, you are fun.

Talking to you is like

playing with mud.

It's filthy and thick

this snide game we are playing

as the mud all goes slinging

and the bricks we start laying

build walls up around us

to keep the hurt out

and gossip surrounds us so

we shoot and then shout

and cry out for redemption from

ourselves, from each other

with such loathing, we fall...

by regret, we are smothered

and we are, none of us,

even one inch taller

as our height in character

gets smaller and smaller

compared so the tall, thick brick walls

that we build,

and we drown in the mud

with which they

have been filled.