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Essays from an Aging Youth

Month: March 2015

PH Walk

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Smoke

This morning
This morning
on my way to work
on my way to work
I almost crashed
I almost crashed
into the back of a stopped car
into the back of a stopped car
in the tunnel
in the tunnel
suddenly people were
suddenly people were
slamming car doors
slamming car doors
running for the exit
running for the exit
my heart started to race
my heart started to race
my boots were in the backseat
my boots were in the backseat
now I can see the smoke
now I can see the smoke
do I put them on?
do I put them on?

Thank you to Ashley for showing me this new spot!

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The Russian Gorge

Sometimes I feel so happy
Sometimes I feel so happy
but mostly
but mostly
you just make me mad
you just make me mad
linger on
linger on
your pale blue eyes.
your pale blue eyes.
I thought of you
I thought of you
as my mountain top
as my mountain top
I thought of you
I thought of you
as my peak
as my peak
I thought of you
I thought of you
as everything I've had
as everything I’ve had
but couldn't keep.
but couldn’t keep.

Pale Blue Eyes – The Velvet Underground

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Posted on March 8, 2015March 8, 2015 by aaronisaac729 Gallery 0

Headlands

I spend a lot of time by myself
I spend a lot of time by myself
imagining great speeches I'd make
imagining great speeches I’d make
to crowds of people
to crowds of people
how can I help?
how can I help?
But what would I say?
But what would I say?
Or did I find
Or did I find
and not realize
and not realize
that I was the fake.
that I was the fake.

Cold War Kids – Tuxedos

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Posted on March 4, 2015March 4, 2015 by aaronisaac729 Gallery 2
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