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    dots Submission Name: morsedots
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    Author: wovenwords
    ASL Info:    19/F/Washington
    Elite Ratio:    2.46 - 108/303/189
    Words: 265
    Class/Type: Lyrics/Misc
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    Iridescent objects falling through the sky at night
    zooming down the freeway we all still feel all right
    tar’s still gasping from the scorching summer’s rays
    we’re all running toward the morning, grasping for the light of day

    From the backseat cigarette smoke out both windows looks like wings
    an earth-bound, rolling angel who hacks and coughs when she sings
    From the front seat you’re laughing and the noise is lost to wind
    driving ‘way from the moon makes us forget we ever sinned

    Summer tapped itself out
    like a message in Morse code
    it tried to tell us
    it tried to tell us

    It was in the heat life curled in my lap like a drowsy cat
    warmed me up so slowly, then knocked me down flat
    I was always heading somewhere; sayin’ I’d never come back
    Heart was in another town, mind was on the tracks

    We listened to that music like it’d save our souls
    hiding under bedsheets, burrowing like moles
    the nights, they got colder, we started staying in
    running from the moon, though it rose and rose again.

    Summer tapped itself out
    like a message in Morse code
    it tried to tell us
    it tried to tell us

    Our van was labeled “Getaway,” the windows were stained glass
    the morning we left we drove past Sunday mass
    Through the open door the choir’s sound was like the spilling of a drink
    the voices moved us, we drove away, we didn’t stop to think
    no we didn’t stop to think






    Submitted on 2010-07-20 21:26:31     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Visually enticing! I rather enjoyed your second stanza. In truth, I enjoyed the entire piece, but your talent as a wordsmith caught my mind. Taking the idea of a false angel, giving it an image in your work, and paralleling it with "From the front seat you’re laughing and the noise is lost to wind/driving ‘way from the moon makes us forget we ever sinned " to me, gives the complete idea of how we love to pretend that we're right all the time, even when we Know we're not.

    The overall feeling was light but hard-hitting in a way that I lack with words. You pulled emotion out of me, and that my friend is the true definition of a writer. I look forward to more writings from you.
    | Posted on 2010-07-21 00:00:00 | by Celeste J. Bell | [ Reply to This ]


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