youtooellen
New Yorker
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Yeah, I'm not much of an active post-er around DOL, but I always admire everyone's writing whether it be songs, poems, stories, experiences, anything.
Well, this week I've been drifting along the sides of 'thinking-too-much' or whatever, and I just took a pen and wrote a bit. I write a bit on my spare time, but don't have much time for it anymore cause school clogs up my freetime nowadays. I don't have anyone to share my writing with but I suppose I can always start somewhere. So, there's my explanation for my random thread.
Hope you enjoy, it's not brilliant but just words that spilled out of me. I suppose I'll explain what was on my mind as I wrote it later though.
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I used to collect innocence in a glass bottle back in the day.
Before life was lost to time and before time was lost to life.
Every cent of innocence was stolen and corrupted though.
I would lay awake in bed every existing minute, wondering what made the bottle turn black and brown.
I would lay awake in bed every existing hour, wondering when this person made the bottle dry.
Maybe I should collect sorrow instead.
Picking expired heartache off the tiled floors, stealing heartache from denim pockets,
maybe I'll collect the wrong desire off my list of needs this year.
Someone must have needed my innocence more than me.
But what do I do if I knew who stole from me?
What do I do if they're only hiding from shame?
What if I understood their secrets and let time consume the past.
Unintentionally neglecting the chiming of hope and optimism in my head, I somehow found peace in the rhythm of a clock ticking away.
But I still wonder if this companion will ever return my innocence back to me.
Well, this week I've been drifting along the sides of 'thinking-too-much' or whatever, and I just took a pen and wrote a bit. I write a bit on my spare time, but don't have much time for it anymore cause school clogs up my freetime nowadays. I don't have anyone to share my writing with but I suppose I can always start somewhere. So, there's my explanation for my random thread.
Hope you enjoy, it's not brilliant but just words that spilled out of me. I suppose I'll explain what was on my mind as I wrote it later though.
--
I used to collect innocence in a glass bottle back in the day.
Before life was lost to time and before time was lost to life.
Every cent of innocence was stolen and corrupted though.
I would lay awake in bed every existing minute, wondering what made the bottle turn black and brown.
I would lay awake in bed every existing hour, wondering when this person made the bottle dry.
Maybe I should collect sorrow instead.
Picking expired heartache off the tiled floors, stealing heartache from denim pockets,
maybe I'll collect the wrong desire off my list of needs this year.
Someone must have needed my innocence more than me.
But what do I do if I knew who stole from me?
What do I do if they're only hiding from shame?
What if I understood their secrets and let time consume the past.
Unintentionally neglecting the chiming of hope and optimism in my head, I somehow found peace in the rhythm of a clock ticking away.
But I still wonder if this companion will ever return my innocence back to me.