poetic_diary (rites_of_winter) wrote in poetic_diary,

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riding backseat
with a smile on your lips
and tears in your eyes.
laughter flows like water
rising higher
'till it fills my lungs
and feeds the drifting sunlight
into my veins
{but soon that laugh is tired
and stale withing my lungs
and fights so hard for an exit
that it leaves my lips as screams}

tearing, fighting, out it streams
into a city that's grown tired like me.

we are blowing leaves
reflected tree in the worlds eye
we learn and grow
make beautiful patterns, turn brown and die
downward spiral
forever we are drifting.

-----that's about half of a poem i'm performing at the local coffee house in about a week-----
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