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Ken Sheetz Jul 2010
this is the side of me i want you to see
the part that skips stones like shooting stars
the side where i sway to the rhymes in my mind with a glint in my eye
this is the side of me i want you to see
where i laugh through the night
and dream through the day where we'll adventure through any rainy day
the break through to the sun on the silver side of those clouds so white
some times i feel talkative
and some times i feel negative
but some times the moon sets a little too soon
and there's no sun on the other end
well i look around and there
isn't a spot for me to go
so i go inside but ill try to hide
from all of you
Ken Sheetz Jul 2010
I see it walk
sails to the moon
some other color
like black on blue
I feel it walk
can you feel it too
I want to
feel you
Ken Sheetz Jul 2010
Oh whats this burning behind my eyes
Between these dreams and memories
The only thing that i believe in
isn't the memories
its these dreams
if they were real
it wouldn't have turned out this way
but my eyes are to the future.
that always turns into
this faded present day
it never turns out
your chem trail find
has left you behind
Ken Sheetz Jul 2010
The pain that hides in my belly.
I saw an angle as that
Molotov burst on
The windshield of the car
She was sitting inside
Closed her burning eyes
Ken Sheetz Jul 2010
I could always climb trees so much higher at night
with some goal
to reach that moon to leave this place
I want to move
like wind on the tops of trees
I want to write a cliche
with ***** fingers
and chipped nails
nodding off.

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