Grandfather's creaky as his front porch, loads his shotgun beneath the awning, spittoon restless for rain, carpenter's
22 | chair against the whistling air. Rocking, back and forth, rocking snap shot picture - worth it, just like the movies
She said that he loved baseball, and James Earl Jones; said that he's got god talking inside of his thoughts while he's
32 | rounding those bases on his way back home
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"If you build it, they will come"
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If you build it, they will come (and baby listens to what the Lord say). But I've been getting pretty worn, building
39 | for nearly a decade
In a perfect world we shouldn’t have been allowed to lose sight of what it means to love wholly. I’ve got a Polaroid
48 | hanging on my wall that a friend took of me and my angel. I remember the day like it’s something I can touch, but it’s
49 | stuck in the square between the borders of the film, and I can run my fingers over our faces, but I can’t get back
50 | to the places we were
51 |
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53 |
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You’ve got a pain deep in your bones, son.
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"You’ve got a pain deep in your bones, son. It compels you forward like you’re tied to a slave master’s cruel hand, and
57 | it's the same pain that drives that oppressor’s heart of stone, so you’ve grown to love the man. You keep pouring yourself
58 | out, again and again, into legible lines through a crooked pen." Yeah, it’s painful, but it’s familiar – so habit breeds
59 | comfort, and I don’t know what I’d do without him
So in the early morning, when you’ve fallen asleep in our home, I drift back into the memories that I’ve claimed as my
68 | own, and wonder if tonight will be a night I’ll hang on my wall like I did before we stopped taking photos, out of
69 | the habit of being comfortable with not trying at all
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In a perfect world, we’ll have albums labeled Seasons, with chapter headings, and we’ll staple them to the cork-board
72 | that hangs at the foot of the bed. There’s longevity in a memory spilt out in pen, and if a picture is worth a thousand
73 | words then I’ve written down every one of them
74 |
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I work hard, scarred, toil through that soil for the youth I see in my friends, but these journals are moments in time,
76 | snapshots of our lives, and in retrospect, age is an overexposed photo that the memories can't mend
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84 | dicta laborum quod earum tempore natus placeat neque aspernatur pariatur iusto quos.
85 |
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I know my sweet seductress, and her name is Depression. I wrote best beneath that demon’s destructive oppression
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In those Polaroids, she drove the ink into the canvas like a slave beneath his master’s cruel hand, and I hated that
90 | whip but always wondered what I’d do without it, so I grew to love the man
91 |
92 |
Oh, I wept for change! I begged for movement and the good Lord, he answered my prayers, but you don’t know how to breathe
93 | easy when you let go of your habits, even if your comforts left you gasping for air
Grandfather's as creaky as his front porch, scent like oil in the gun barrel, dip-can kicked over the railing, sandpaper
104 | hands stuck behind thumb tacks on my wall. I’ve got an ache in my chest for every season I miss and it gets worse when
105 | the snow starts to fall. There are butterflies alive in that couple’s eyes a few years since forgotten by all, and
106 | sometimes, if the phone starts to ring, I can still hear their wings when you call
107 |
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But I begged for movement and I got what I asked for, and I can picture the answer like it came yesterday. And in the
109 | land of the gods, I think that things are timeless, but we are still prone to decay
110 |
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You know I still lift up hope of certain smiles in those photos for us when I pray
112 |
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"Idle hands build nothing that you can call your own"
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Time is a cruel lover, and she breaks her house apart at its bones. You know comfort is no good reason for standing still,
118 | and idle hands build nothing that you can call your own.
Grandfather's creaky as his front porch, loads his shotgun beneath the awning, spittoon restless for rain, carpenter's
21 | chair against the whistling air. Rocking, back and forth, rocking snap shot picture - worth it, just like the movies
She said that he loved baseball, and James Earl Jones; said that he's got god talking inside of his thoughts while he's
31 | rounding those bases on his way back home
32 |
33 |
34 |
"If you build it, they will come"
35 |
36 |
37 |
If you build it, they will come (and baby listens to what the Lord say). But I've been getting pretty worn, building
38 | for nearly a decade
In a perfect world we shouldn’t have been allowed to lose sight of what it means to love wholly. I’ve got a Polaroid
47 | hanging on my wall that a friend took of me and my angel. I remember the day like it’s something I can touch, but it’s
48 | stuck in the square between the borders of the film, and I can run my fingers over our faces, but I can’t get back
49 | to the places we were
50 |
51 |
52 |
53 |
You’ve got a pain deep in your bones, son.
54 |
55 |
"You’ve got a pain deep in your bones, son. It compels you forward like you’re tied to a slave master’s cruel hand, and
56 | it's the same pain that drives that oppressor’s heart of stone, so you’ve grown to love the man. You keep pouring yourself
57 | out, again and again, into legible lines through a crooked pen." Yeah, it’s painful, but it’s familiar – so habit breeds
58 | comfort, and I don’t know what I’d do without him
So in the early morning, when you’ve fallen asleep in our home, I drift back into the memories that I’ve claimed as my
67 | own, and wonder if tonight will be a night I’ll hang on my wall like I did before we stopped taking photos, out of
68 | the habit of being comfortable with not trying at all
69 |
70 |
In a perfect world, we’ll have albums labeled Seasons, with chapter headings, and we’ll staple them to the cork-board
71 | that hangs at the foot of the bed. There’s longevity in a memory spilt out in pen, and if a picture is worth a thousand
72 | words then I’ve written down every one of them
73 |
74 |
I work hard, scarred, toil through that soil for the youth I see in my friends, but these journals are moments in time,
75 | snapshots of our lives, and in retrospect, age is an overexposed photo that the memories can't mend
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet consectetur adipisicing elit. Molestiae totam quia vel eveniet porro, rem ducimus quam incidunt,
83 | dicta laborum quod earum tempore natus placeat neque aspernatur pariatur iusto quos.
84 |
85 |
I know my sweet seductress, and her name is Depression. I wrote best beneath that demon’s destructive oppression
86 |
87 |
88 |
In those Polaroids, she drove the ink into the canvas like a slave beneath his master’s cruel hand, and I hated that
89 | whip but always wondered what I’d do without it, so I grew to love the man
90 |
91 |
Oh, I wept for change! I begged for movement and the good Lord, he answered my prayers, but you don’t know how to breathe
92 | easy when you let go of your habits, even if your comforts left you gasping for air
Grandfather's as creaky as his front porch, scent like oil in the gun barrel, dip-can kicked over the railing, sandpaper
103 | hands stuck behind thumb tacks on my wall. I’ve got an ache in my chest for every season I miss and it gets worse when
104 | the snow starts to fall. There are butterflies alive in that couple’s eyes a few years since forgotten by all, and
105 | sometimes, if the phone starts to ring, I can still hear their wings when you call
106 |
107 |
But I begged for movement and I got what I asked for, and I can picture the answer like it came yesterday. And in the
108 | land of the gods, I think that things are timeless, but we are still prone to decay
109 |
110 |
You know I still lift up hope of certain smiles in those photos for us when I pray
111 |
112 |
113 |
"Idle hands build nothing that you can call your own"
114 |
115 |
116 |
Time is a cruel lover, and she breaks her house apart at its bones. You know comfort is no good reason for standing still,
117 | and idle hands build nothing that you can call your own.
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