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Audrey's Garden
02:17
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There's a door I like to go through
when the golden hour hits the sea.
It's just a yard of fenced-in flowers,
and idly creaking trees.
But something about it's quiet space
seems to sit outside of hectic time.
It's my moment inbetween;
it's my idle lullaby.
And I sit atop the grass
to slowly drink my tea.
I know what I am and know what I'm not,
if only briefly.
If only briefly.
And there's this time I like to go through,
wove in dirt and vine and wood.
Where someday I'll go for good.
Dust amongst these earthly truths.
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2. |
Skin of Your Teeth
02:29
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Lost in this pretty limbo
a’screaming through your ears.
These seconds thread like stinging nettles
through your bones.
The steps are endless minutes,
the nights are endless years.
You’re seeing shadows everywhere
you go.
And your mind is like a prism,
memory a warping thing.
Futility a lonely comfort
the only melody you sing.
It’s like one day you woke
and the kitchen lights were too bright.
Gravity reversed its hold
and became a pretty lie.
Sometimes chance replaces choice,
chaos ruling like a king
And yet,
you still know what it once
felt like to dream.
And your mind feels caught
in fire,
doubt a dictator cruel.
But maybe these days
aren’t the only endings.
And the beat of your heart
is enough truth.
‘Cuz you didn’t think the lows
could go so deep,
the world seem like a shrinking
thing.
But you’ve been kicking through
by the skin of your teeth.
And it’s alright.
Maybe you’re alright.
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3. |
Forget These Fictions
03:03
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Sometimes I get lost in this
mirror maze of selves.
Got all these layers laid out like
clockwork,
for every conversations’ turn.
Used to say “I’ll know who I am
once I stop being a kid.”
But I’m still just the cracked innocence
clutching suits and shoes
that are too big.
And all this world seems
built of boxes, mapped out in
snapshot frames.
And often people start to
look the same.
But is it ‘cuz of the faces we wear?
Or the anxious desires we carry?
Spent a lot of years looking
for my name,
which everyone else seems to know.
And I insecurity makes me into a fool,
but it’s my only consistent role.
Yet, fuck all these clamoring narratives.
It’s time I held the only pen.
(I’m done with all this pretend
even if it seems the only means to an end.)
And maybe I’ve been found
weighed and wanting.
But enough of self-inflicted haunting.
I claim my name,
however much it changes.
Maybe being human means
being built of
more than one narrative.
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4. |
Heather
03:15
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Caught my heart like wild magic
You’re the one I’ll love till the end.
You’re the melody fantastic
humming in my bones and breath.
I was just a lone bird winging
cross this vast cosmic sea,
with only the stars for company
till you collided into me.
And it’s like you exist
outside of time
I feel I’ve loved you my whole life.
Before we spoke I knew just what it’d be like
to hold your hand
in mine.
So let’s grow old together, dear.
I’ll be your narrative
and you’ll be mine too.
Never mind the fickle doubts and fears
all I need is lovely you.
Used to believe what this world told me
‘bout all love’s fallen glories
and all the fables’ broken happy ends.
But you defy all the foolish convention
I believed were the only chances.
Taught me love’s truth is not just a fleeting dance.
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Mik Seattle, Washington
Storyteller, book junkie, and all around weird kid.
Part of Trash Heap
trashheapmusic.bandcamp.com
When not jamming sad songs with Trash Heap or writing silly angsty mini-comics, can be found getting lost in Wikipedia tangents, aspiring to be a space pirate, and eating way too many jelly candies.
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