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Stupid Love Poetry.

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released February 12, 2014

Mindless Mumbles Creations 2013

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Nothing is professional, nothing is recorded properly, and all songs are likely to never be played again. They are simply Mindless Mumbles, because I can never sleep

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Track Name: Brief Encounters - 1 AM on a Wednesday
1 AM on a Wednesday
and all I can think about is fucking you, the greatest secret I've ever kept.
I have a group of friends,
The five of us-
and the pairs of them confess
unrequited drunken slurs And I think about you.
This is silly.
Send me a picture of your bare skin
and feel my heart stop.
Breathing halts like the royal guard-
at attention to your finger tips and dangling on your words.
I am too romantic for your lover.
Track Name: Brief Encounters - d-nile
Everyone deals
differently.
I drown my pain in empty promise, watching a ferocious beast scream to everyone around it
until the claws that sink in
run dull.
Let me be the sandpaper beneath your daggers.
I will weaken your every move
so long as you
touch
me.
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She falls in love with men at the bar who leave
I root for her bar-crossed lover to sweetly deny her calling (How could they?
I know)
[I just want to wake up with you in the morning
even though
you never
let me stay.

You left your glass slipper
at the end of my night stand.
I can search the whole kingdom
for the perfect arc that you walk with, but we both know
it will all lead
to you.]
Track Name: Brief Encounters - PVMNT
I don't mind the fall
It's the ground I'm closing in on
- a birds eye view of the cracks
in the pavement,
you have to look
a little closer.
Break the gravity of it all
and demand the attention
I've been quietly asking for
in return.
From way up here
it's hard to see the details.
How can something so tiny
mean so much to me?
An empty synapse in my spinal chord
or your hand in my pocket
telling me it's okay
not to
feel it.
I've spent three whole days wondering
when you'd come around again
but we both know
it doesn't matter.
(I'm always using up
my precious energy,
it's no wonder I'm wasted.)
Track Name: Brief Encounters - reflektions in the ekko
I used to think that new things
were born from life
of other beings,
but here I am,
holding nothing in my palms.
I trace the trade route origins
to map the stars.
PLEASE
I beg
STOP CALLING IF YOU AREN'T LOOKING FOR ANSWERS
They shine,
(as they always do)
screaming back at me obscenities,
saying
YOU REMEMBER TO DO THE SAME.
I dropped my kaleidoscope
when I knew the patterns all too well.
Triangle heart beating
to the sound of your synapses.
I'D WRITE MORE IF I COULD!
I took two pills to stop feeling how I do
and the beer I washed them down with
gave my stupid needle-point finger tips
strength to glide
across a keyboard and reveal what I deny;
And the dread was all worth it.
Track Name: Brief Encounters - TattooParlorExperience.
The world is buzzing
around you
all the time -
and it takes a needle in your skin
to risk your permanence
for you
to be aware.
You coiled up tight
to all the things you knew would harm you
so at least I know why you're leaving.
There is nothing,
no, there never was
anything here for the barren-hearted.
I want to let you live in the lofts of my mind; (such a high, stained-glass ceiling!)
Take me to the depths of my wonder
And you'll stay. You'll stay.