1. |
Sage
02:56
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flax seed eyes
hair brush pines
keeping track
keeping time
trapped in a tower
against all wills
optical illusions
keep them sane
moss colored walls
glimmering light
examines how
the way they glow
when she cries
nocturnal inspiration
trapped in a tower
the well overfills
optical minds
keeps her warm
twenty five
years
spent in solitary
sorrow
guarded
by misconceptions
never knowing
how
to reflect
her own light
learning to shine
away
from all life
flowers
drawn
drawn to all light
away from life
despite the dark
despite the clouds
finds a way
to shine
just wish it hadn’t
taken this long
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2. |
Gilded (2013)
03:50
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tear stained sleeves
new years day
accompany
newfound sight
elevation
higher ground
regain control
where there was none
ascending
caverns
greet the bell
inspect the finish
once freshly plait
see it tarnish
sight is cunning
watch it surmise
upper layers
shallow tides
betrayed
by innocent eyes
ascended
hilltop relief
thinning air
spiritual clair’
written in grass
fingers in dust
fingertips burn
and bare repeating
you’re
not
too much
don’t
slip
inside
remember
your
fight
regret
Iisn’t
enough
because
you’re
enough
remember
the specters
ocular cavities
fingertip spirals
conjure the glow
gilded cage
In a mouth of flame.
don't look back, don't reach out
her eyes turn grey
gilded cage
in a bed of moths
hundred years passed along
and the feeling's gone
gilded cage
in a cave of lust
looking back, can't recall
the shade of dust
gilded cage
held aloft in snow
let it fall, let it drift
overcome the low
and the gilded glow
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3. |
Diuretic
04:09
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feeling sick
on the way
grassland drains
night into day
feel the lichen
feel it on the door
keyhole’s stained
close the floor
on-ward dusk
doors are closed
feel the wretch
ruminating lost
tinge of fae
circular thoughts
mind’s at bay
feel the lichen
look for the sun
lights are gone
flush the gun
feeling sick
your time
is lithe
unable to pry
cradle the head
in the hands
want to try
fingers elapsed
hours keep her
trapped in daze
ruminating
without regard
for perspective
the map
resplendent
with concepts
and paths
more to the world
than passive
currents
an atlas
resurrected
effort reserved
just passive
minds
reclaim
their lies
from glazed eyes
lost in time
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4. |
Dreamdagger
03:07
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drifting
between
bedposts
and nightstands
the grind
a worthy
price
to dream
your nocturnal
guest
for the evening
cutting her way
like a specter
dream dagger
Into their minds
"this is how
i imagine
a better world"
never
could understand
the concept
without explanation
then she
found the dagger
for the first time
with her mind's eye
conjured
life spent
cutting
into other
minds
to create
instead of witness
a life
spent wandering
trying to find
a semblance
of control
where
there was none
a century’s
worth
of study
spent
with strange men
held aloft
with metaphysical
schemes
conjuring absently
“What is it like
To create
Instead of witness?
To imagine
I want to
dream”
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5. |
Fluorescents
03:50
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driving back
three sixteenths
radio flyer red
honestly
can’t believe
here again
on ramp construction
cicada rhythms
chittering
a new path
driving on
headlights grow stale
eleven thirty
headlights click off
just to feel something
another ride home
after all this time
fluorescents guide her home
wasteful energy
fluorescence, it divines
colorblind
to traffic lights
and oncoming
passerby
traffic moving east
drowning creek
harbins road
chevron’s still open
stop in buy a drink
pop the top,
pop the hood
antifreeze leak
is forty miles
worth the drive?
after all this time
fluorescents guide her home
wasteful energy
fluorescence, it divines
colorblind
to traffic lights
and oncoming
passerby
traffic moving east
ears ringing
drooping eyes
callous fingers
double-shot at five AM
twenty seven in three days
ready to make
something new
what I was meant to
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6. |
Donna
04:54
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there's a house
left behind
treasure trove
you won't find
sewing patterns
china plates
sepia photos
two pairs of
mascara eyes
as seen through a window
cigarette burns
in your paper cup
never noticed
the way it
lit up a room
subtle lavender
the color of lip
wanted to touch
remember floor skirts
longing to be
wrapped around your leg
said you never wanna know
told your eyes not to fret
left behind everything
nothing left but regret
barely gone
can't recall
the scent
it's changed
liquid memories
washed away
like the body
your grave
nothing’s changed
nothing waits
barely gone but can't recall
can't object a passing glance
never take another chance
this autumn
leaves remind
me of the face
and
of her fate
consider this life's work
the only goal
my lips against your knees
fog rolls in
the vapor's sweet embrace
says the name
makes one recall
that first night
hidden in the queen's bed
such a perfect day,
never to be
not another lifetime
nightshade compass
guide the way
back to our grave
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Split Silk Atlanta, Georgia
lucca- guitar vox
will- drums
lucia- bass
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sad girl post-hardcore. noisy lullabies for delicate maidens of the fae realm
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