Description: First poem I've put up in a very very long time... just thought I'd put this out there...
Bash the Hell out of it!
I Dreamt of People I Never Met -------------------------------------------
Last night wasn't as bad as the night before
I dreamt of people that I never met
Wished for everything to be right
My clock stopped on 2:13…
I told the truth "you can thank your lucky stars that everything I wish for will never come true"
The city lights strangle the life from every star
and leave the sky a sickly orange/black
If this is good enough, then maybe
I can forget about hating myself for this moment
I’ll take my last deep breath,
and rest my head by the light of this town
as it burns to ashes…
We left all our hopes and dreams
locked in the kerosene soaked walls of my bedroom
why 2;13? times are always very strange in these settings i felt a little uncomfortable not understanding the significance? also the sylable lenght threw me
the city lights bit is lovely really sweet
though ive personally at time enjoyed that orange, bit of nostalgia y'know.
the hating self bit seem too angsty for me but probably cas i was thsame a few yrs ago.
and then u return to beautiful imagery again
VWe strike up conversations like matches. well done.
horrible to do Pr but i hav music on myspace.com/billythebrand if you been interested in checking it out and seeing if it strikes anythin for you.wud be nice but not necessary. thanks