Category: 2012

said the knuckle to the concrete.

i’m a pitiful creature
fueled by the hope of a new day
    and every night i fall asleep disappointed
    and you’re sick of empty promises

and every morning i drag myself up
to some semblance of self-sufficience
beat myself against the same wall
and wonder why i won’t change
    and every night i fall asleep disappointed
    and you’re sick of empty promises

my mouth is moving
and you’ve heard this all before
but we’ll both pretend my number’s not up

rhetoric won’t get me out of this
and you’re sick of empty promises,
but i’m not sick of trying just yet

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written s8jan2012.

title’s taken from a motion city soundtrack song.

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the bomb drops: rewind

and i don’t want this wasteland
but i’d rather here than home alone

 
this isn’t who i want to be
but i’ll take what i can get
if it means i’m with you

 
i knew my moods were caustic
but i never thought it would come to this
everyone else dissolved to bits
and you in your bulletproof humor
curled up with me like nothing’s changed

 
we slept for days
and when we woke up everyone else had passed on

 
we nestled under the maple in my front yard
i played our song and
 

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written s8jan2012.

small me had this to say about this poem:

“chronologically backwards. read it from the last stanza to the first now.

i like how it ended on and. it felt like it ended in the silent moment right before everything blows up.

which, for me, should be soon. i feel a bit like a rubber band right now. exciting!”

inspired by a line from alkaline trio’s “i remember a rooftop” https://youtu.be/BHSxM9QbQIs

i was imagining a cute little hazy post-apocalyptic romance.

i suggest pairing this with dillinger four’s civil war https://youtu.be/b7cWq0G-ADQ

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