Audrey Stephenson

These threads pull together
These threads weave together your existence
Your dependence
And as we look to the sky
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I feel stuck in this place
Drenched with things I shouldn’t lack
Can’t recognize the face
Nothing is what it should have been
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Metonymy, a novel thing
Free from vulnerability
True impressions can’t be seen
But you still say what you want
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Sorry to interupt you
But I feel there's something you should know
you see in the breathe of the breeze and the dance of the leaves, there's a song that you can't hear
And that the wind when it runs, it's as old as the sun
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I need to know that I will become lost somewhere
Autumn leaves beckon the beguiling smiles of the sun
Just to abandon the rites of the seasons
When their turn has yet to come
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So now I’ve come to find that nothing lasts forever
I’ll just stick around till I find something better
Understand that happiness is ephemeral
There’s nothing to attain
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You’re sitting on the window sill
Yellow paint peeling from it’s corners
And you’re ashing your cigarette in a coffee cup with a blue rim and small brown dots
Reunited
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Your life on a sketching pad
Symbolism smudged into crooked lines
Your heart in a notebook
Words left to be defined
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I am the portrait of a separate fire
Those amber waves of grain suspended
Where sea's shells know no end
Leaving little to be sustained
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Words can swarm and leave the children dry
The temperature's sleeve is an ancient goodbye
The clock's blinking backwards reflecting her crimes
Because the weight of a soldier kneeled into time
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I have my pictures of you, you don't look back at me
A smile I'd almost forgotten, bruises I don't see
Never forgive you for a sky turned from gray to black
Come out and kiss me, darling
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I've always marveled why it was always easier to pull someone down instead of pulling them up

I suppose I've always resented these inherent little tendencies we have
Like the dulling gnaw of contrition
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All the loose leaves spread their roots
into the same vein of hope
mirroring the freckles of your skin
Crumbs of what was left for now
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It seems that words could never show the things you ought to know
I guess I’m not the only one with eyes for you, but I’m the one that’s left alone.
Because her eraser’s still there. Mine was used a long time ago.
So now I’m writing you down in ink, I know it’s worth the risk
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Salty tears welled up in my thirsty blue telescopes,
but they did not give in to the air’s temptations
I hid myself from a near explosion
The blackened circles met as a quartet of trumpets scream dirty jazz rhythm
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The morning came and dressed the sky in a lovely yellow gown
A pounding head accompanied twisting fickle bowels
And as I slip into composure I paste a poignant frown
On a tired countenance
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You are my sweetest downfall
Wash these words in the morning light
To pound this styrofoam insect sight
These obligations pull the noose so tight
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Tell me about your love affairs
Tell me about your moral resignation
I want to hear all the lurid details
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How sad to think that you've burrowed through scars
Learning to dilate hope with a hand through your hair for so many years
Because it's the ones with the sorest throats
that have seen the other side of the ground
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I need to know that there will be a reasonable end as to why I feel as lonely as I do. As I am.

I need to hope that there is a reasonable chance that one will fulfill a pursuit towards me, or atleast spare a passing glance.
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