This is the price I pay
For lazy summer days Hindsight kissed me once And left me To deal with my mistakes. -Atlas
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I know that promises are just words That are only true when you believe in them But there is no other way to tell you That if you ever need me I Will Be There. -Atlas There was not a goodbye.
The world shifted Softly Yet unmistakably Moving from one quiet breath To the next. -Atlas in case you’re wondering
whether I think of you and hope you’re happy the answer is still yes. -Atlas The phone rang twice
She picked it up and said Hello And then I saw it The phone The silence And the freeze. She says something But I can’t really hear her And I know she can’t really hear her Her mouth is slightly open And it would have been funny If things were different. The phone rang twice She picked it up and said Hello That was all that happened That’s it And then I saw it The phone The silence And the freeze. -Atlas I asked my son once
To tell me what it looked like when the sun set On the ocean. I knew that the sand would be stuck in between my toes That cool air would rush through my ears But you can’t touch a sunset You can’t hear it or smell it You can’t even taste it So what good, then, is a sunset to a blind old man like me? He placed his hand gently on mine, fingers on fingers. “Like that,” he said. He pulled something out and handed it to me. It was a glass bowl--smooth, round, and cool to the touch. “Like that,” he said. He handed me a piece of cotton. I trailed my fingers over it, trying to memorize every detail. “Like that,” he said. “Except more.” Like that. Alright. But I cannot imagine anything More beautiful than this. -Atlas Afternoon light
On old brick buildings Glinting on asphalt And cheap plastic. The streets are cramped with cars Sluggishly hurrying to go somewhere I’d like to open the window but I’d just choke on air Stained with exhaust. Cracks in the cobblestones don’t bother me as much As the cigarettes lodged in them. I look out the window Squinting through the harsh sunlight Noticing trees People Buildings We’re going somewhere but Those people on the side of the road aren’t. I’d talk to them but I’ve been told that This city is not always safe And people are not always kind. So I never do. If I had six words to describe this place, They’d be ‘It might have been beautiful once.’ -Atlas You danced
Winking in and out of existence Flickering to a song only you could hear. Indefinable Indescribable No one could stop you And no one could keep you Your light was too bright Too fierce to be contained Or understood. You weren’t here to last. No, you were here and gone in an instant A single, devastating instant Of warmth and fire and fury And then you were gone Leaving nothing behind you but a forest full of ashes And strange afterimages Burned into my retinas. -Atlas Let’s go fly paper airplanes
In our Great Big Blue Sky We can go anywhere As long as we try Let’s go ice skating We should try something new So who cares if we might fall? I can catch you Let’s go dancing There’s this cool song I found I think you’d like it Spinning around and around Let’s go fly paper airplanes In our Great Big Blue Sky I know you have to go but I hate saying goodbye -Atlas In the midst of winter
In the cracks of the cement graveyard The secret flower blossoms. It is not loud Nor is it bright, or large It is simply there. And if it appears to glow? Well, no one will know At least not yet. In the midst of winter In the cracks of the cement graveyard The secret flower blossoms. -Atlas |
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