tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13423862336553579612011-04-21T23:05:33.452-05:00Enoreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342386233655357961.post-11100811174753090862007-09-11T20:11:00.001-05:002007-09-11T20:11:32.881-05:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3Yw_ckbkp0/Ruc8xd3uSUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j-BRNRSc0Ng/s1600-h/091107_2045b-792882.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3Yw_ckbkp0/Ruc8xd3uSUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j-BRNRSc0Ng/s320/091107_2045b-792882.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109119122804721986" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1342386233655357961-1110081117475309086?l=wheelsforwings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Enoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342386233655357961.post-21748478647417784622007-08-20T00:14:00.000-05:002007-08-20T00:23:54.947-05:00The lights of an oncoming train flicker on the tracks,<br />While we watch from the platform, anxious and waiting for it to take us away,<br />Until the headlights' strobes show us that we're watching through the support beams separating us from each car we could never hope to enter.<br />One empty set of tracks and live rail between us.<br />Whether it's 10 miles or 2000, we'll continue to wait just the same.<br /><br />Flip the lights, because I can taste the ozone on my tongue.<br />We're waiting for an approaching storm now, and it can't be far.<br />Lightning splits the sky and a thundercrack echoes between the tracks and your window,<br />Sirens wail past, but you're not conscious enough to imagine the destruction.<br />All you know is the chaos of flashes, sparks, crashes and screams have become a lullaby since you left home.<br /><br />Well, my clothes still smell like you, and I'm sorry I couldn't be there.<br />I'm growing wings, because my tires have run flat, and I left them abandoned on the side of a deserted highway.<br />I knew they'd only ever get me so far, but now they've gotten me just far enough to escape and never to return.<br />Take away my wings, because I want to soar above the storm, and watch it from a distance.<br />It could be my compromise when you can't take me see the northern lights,<br />And the terror could calm me and let me sleep once again when all I want and will never get is to wake up in your arms.<br />All I want is a silence so deafening it rips the sound right from my lungs.<br /><br />Take me away, please.<br />For tonight, all I want is to see the stars once more.<br />I seem to have forgotten each and every one.<br />Meet me at Rockaway Beach.<br />We'll get wasted and disappear forever in the ocean, drifting away with the current.<br /><br />Instead, I live for those nights where an unfamiliar face, an unfamiliar voice, and a familiar feeling resonates deep enough in my chest to bring me to my knees,<br />Those nights when the combination can bring tears to my eyes and remind me I'm alive.<br />How long will it take you to realize this is exactly what you do to me?<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.asofterworld.com/" target="_blank"><img style="width: 436px; height: 166px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v57/battybat17/wishbone.jpg" alt="A Softer World" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1342386233655357961-2174847864741778462?l=wheelsforwings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Enoreply@blogger.com0