lyricalwakeman

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And In Short It Was Beautiful by lyricalwakeman, literature

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And In Short It Was Beautiful

The sun wasn't set, yet it was tired, Causing the sky to tease us with colors. We saw the endless Hudson And its inevitable end. We saw the George Washington bridge, And the builders who made it. There was the pier, and the crane. The bulldozer, and the ditch. There was a bench And there were flowers. There were red lights that flickered And red lights that refused to. Somewhere there was another bench. I was there somewhere too. There was importance, Tucked behind projectors and white walls. There were ideas, Spread out along a highline, Train tracks and daffodils, Bird feeders and dream's fodder, They worked as workers

Spring for the Doorman by lyricalwakeman, literature

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Spring for the Doorman

I will go unnoticed And this is fine I can bide my time And make melodies from air Pushing molecules into frequencies To reflect the sounds in my head; To perforate the night and the crooked bed, And this will go unnoticed. I will go unnoticed And I am sure I stand holding the door So she can walk through with ease And here I stand for hours, Walking in circles, I stand without end; I am but a friend, and all but a friend, And this will go unnoticed. I will go unnoticed To her ears and eyes I'll sing lullabies she won't hear in her dreams, For in her dreams I hold no place. I give no revelation or hollow inspiration, I am

Well and Now by lyricalwakeman, literature

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Well and Now

Allow me to fold in front of you Color the creases on the paper and the lines upon my chair Let me tell you the secret only meant for your ears From my heart straight to your ears Covered lightly by your hair. I do not ask for much, I swear Simply a chance to prove I'm worthy, a self-assessed confirmation From a diner to a swing-set, From a night, under raindrops, My heavy-hearted inspiration As we dance along the rooftops. I ask for a night in your gentle hands, For the glimmer of a moonlit eye As if you're contemplating what to buy, Though you know you own the store. I ask thee, are you the spark your father asked for? The s

Off-Peak by lyricalwakeman, literature

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Off-Peak

I once told a man To fall asleep in front of a train Moving off-peak towards Manhattan- Towards the city and the sun I told him, "Grab your pillow, grab your blanket, And rest yourself between the tracks. Once your bed is made, ignore everything else." I once told a man To fall asleep in front of a train And he did so without hesitation- His eyes closed tightly shut. He rested in front of the oncoming train, And he smiled, at last, at peace. "I was always late for the train," he told me, "But the train won't be late for me."

Lemonworld by lyricalwakeman, literature

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Lemonworld

"You and your sister live in a Lemonworld," the old man said in a somber tone I thought was reserved only for doctors with bad news. The room the was, for the most part, suffocating and bland, and I couldn't quite remember how it is I got there. A naked bulb hung from the ceiling and shadows danced on the old man's face, swinging from his uncut whiskers and resting in the bags under his eyes. "A what?" I said slightly terrified "A Lemonworld," He replied with a smug smile though there was sadness behind his eyes. He raised his arms and from the top of his lungs shouted, "Can't you feel it! All around you! The sourness, the peel, the oppre

7:36 by lyricalwakeman, literature

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7:36

7:36 Desmond stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and splashed his face with water in an attempt to wake himself up. Hurrying to brush his teeth and almost slipping on the wet bathroom floor, he put on his pants and sweater with more effort than he expected. He wrapped a smaller towel around his neck and opened the bedroom door, only to find the ever-so-cheerful Shaun Hastings standing in the doorway. "You're about... 6 minutes late" Shaun said looking at his watch. "Yeah, so?" Desmond said with a yawn. "Yeah so?! Desmond!- we can't simply waste 6 minutes! There are things we have to do!" Shaun said clearly overreact

By Morning by lyricalwakeman, literature

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By Morning

She dances by the river in a field that would one day be the sight of a collection of houses full of empty people. Large cement blocks are scattered around the field in clumps towering over her, though it's her shadow that tattoos these grey monsters as her movements start to slow. The sun begins to set behind her, over the river, and the small girl is nothing but a silhouette and a thin shadow. But she's there. All of her. Legs planted firmly on the floor despite her black heels, her eyes looking up ever so slightly, but enough so that the sunset reflects brilliantly off of her ha

Our Cliches And Us. by lyricalwakeman, literature

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Our Cliches And Us.

And the clichés fall, settle, and spread Like a heavy fog on what should have been a sunny day If his mind is gone, let his words stay There is honesty in cliché and beauty in fading Fireworks blind and disappear, leaving nothing but smoky outlines Like tobacco in a pipe or a boy in the snow If he plays for hours, never let him go There is innocence in snow angels and the words she sings Bartenders serve the elated, the broken, and the thirsty Like a doctor selling poison and calling it a cure If his hand should slip, please let him learn There is sadness in our eyes, but love on our lips.

Day Five by lyricalwakeman, literature

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Day Five

My current failure to complete the challenge has come from this prompt. "Six things you wish you'd never done." Most nights I'd look at this, half awake, and scoff saying, "I live with no regrets, and all my actions are intentional." Most mornings I wake up, half asleep, and realize I'm lying but I can't face it. So I think, and I type. "1. I wish I never spent an hour at the back of a bookstore" I drift off from there, sometimes falling asleep to the sound of the music that's supposed to motivate me, other times going back to that bookstore and substituting my own details and endings, trying to trick myself into thinking something else

Dear Brother by lyricalwakeman, literature

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Dear Brother

Dear Brother, You will do something incredible and no one will notice. You will be hurting and no one will care. You will make people smile, yet you won't be remembered. You will fall in love and lose her fast. Dearest Brother, In battle, most wounds are forgotten- Checks will bounce with the rolling heads In life, most men are easily forgotten- Their impact relatively meaningless and small In love, most people end up unhappy- Unrequited or once-requited it sucks all the same In memory, we're fragile and easily forgotten- Dear brother, do what you can to change that Dear Brother, You will do something incredible and no one wil

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And In Short It Was Beautiful by lyricalwakeman, literature

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Well and Now by lyricalwakeman, literature

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Well and Now

Off-Peak by lyricalwakeman, literature

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Off-Peak

Lemonworld by lyricalwakeman, literature

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Lemonworld

7:36 by lyricalwakeman, literature

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7:36

By Morning by lyricalwakeman, literature

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By Morning

Our Cliches And Us. by lyricalwakeman, literature

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Our Cliches And Us.

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Day Five

Dear Brother by lyricalwakeman, literature

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Dear Brother

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lyricalwakeman

Apr 2, 2012

Back

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So I'm back, sorta- I know I haven't posted in a long time, but I'm writing poetry again. What's to come: More poems And a series of sonnets I'm calling the "Nell'amore" sonnets. Hope you guys like it! ~N

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lyricalwakeman

Sep 26, 2011

Cool Future Plans and whatnot

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So I'm very excited because a lot of cool stuff is going on. To start my band is recording in October which I'm happy about. On top of that I came up with an idea for a series revolving around two individuals called "The Plight of Ice Bitch and Loner Boy" which I will hopefully post in the coming weeks. On top of that I will be posting new poems and prose whenever I get the opportunity. I wrote for (and plan to write more for) a very talented artist named doubleleaf (https://www.deviantart.com/doubleleaf) about a normal day in the life of Desmond and Shaun (from Assassin's Creed). It's been very fun and hopefully a few more will come of this. You can see the first one here:

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lyricalwakeman

Aug 14, 2011

Let the grappling begin

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I just want to start by apologizing for not exactly being too diligent with my writing. I'm always hesitant to post things because 1. My grammar sucks, 2. I can't seem to keep my tenses consistent, and 3. I can't settle on any sort of plot. Let the grappling begin. I'm going to post things anyway starting with a story (which has no name) about a boy named Thomas, a talk dog named Maya, a picnic, an apple, a forest, and the end of the world. I'm being vague for a reason ;). I broke the story into 3 parts and I'm going to post the first one a soon as I can (I just need to clean it up a bit). After these three parts are up I want to start writin