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December 2008 
a song
Posted on Jan 8th, 2007
by 
Nadroj
Nadroj
And as I dreamt of the ocean
sitting at my desk
in your run of the mill office space
the sea breeze and sea gulls
swept up the sour notes
from my run of the mill face
This is the song on the jukebox that I wanted
Somehow something black lunged came out when I pushed the button
my feet in the bubbles,
as tiny clams start
lifebent on their commonplace dig
I can feel your smile
your eyes on my troubles
as they wash way in the abyss
what was that thing you said,
about two weeks ago, by the bay?
“When all that’s left is witnessing
then who speaks the words that you say?”
This is the song on the jukebox that I wanted
Fireflies light up the skies in between us and nothing
Caught in the tide of a marvelous stride
I find myself brought to the edge
as dreams mix with reality and nothing is left to be said.
sitting at my desk
in your run of the mill office space
the sea breeze and sea gulls
swept up the sour notes
from my run of the mill face
This is the song on the jukebox that I wanted
Somehow something black lunged came out when I pushed the button
my feet in the bubbles,
as tiny clams start
lifebent on their commonplace dig
I can feel your smile
your eyes on my troubles
as they wash way in the abyss
what was that thing you said,
about two weeks ago, by the bay?
“When all that’s left is witnessing
then who speaks the words that you say?”
This is the song on the jukebox that I wanted
Fireflies light up the skies in between us and nothing
Caught in the tide of a marvelous stride
I find myself brought to the edge
as dreams mix with reality and nothing is left to be said.
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I like your style of writing. It's very lucid and easy to relate to. I like how you allude to a variety of things like music, the ocean, as well as commonplaces in society.
Keep writing from your heart.
~*Arel*~