great goodbyes...

the
once in a blue moon:

there is
the
great goodbye

that,
as if
hovering in a great
word balloon,

has as much impact
for its
unexpectedness
as
for
the ensuing silence.

voids are voids
​
 
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not truly worthy

but
for the
staged-baby-seal-hunt
feel
of this one's brief tenure...

delicious​

She was so young when she took the street
Born too late in the mid-day heat
Her parents said : she went to america
She wasted days and she wasted nights
Everybodys girl, nobodys child
Her mother said: she went to america
Another day and another time
Heaven is so hard to find
Sarah said : hello america
I dont care where I sleep tonight
I dont care if Im right
I like to dance, catch the wind

When sarah smiles, her eyes shining blue
I know shes smiling straight from her heart
When sarah smiles, it means heaven too
I know her heart is breaking apart
When sarah smiles

She was so young when she left her home
Back to things like a rolling stone
Rocky said: she went to america
She cried some tears, she said goodbye
Wants to go where the eagle fly
Her mother said: she went to america
She was alone in a lonely world
On l.a. drive, she met a girl
Sarah said: hello america
I like to see an ocean in the sky
Dont stop me, when I try
I like to dance, catch the wind
 
ain't no lock
on this one,
funk...

compose and post..

great goodbyes


are great
because
they're
plain as day​
 
Thanks for this thread. I've read through the first few pages and I'm savoring the rest. I guess I shouldn't expect any less from you :heart:
 
Having been her a number of years now... damn where'd the time go?... I find that the 'goodbyes' are sometimes hard to understand, sometimes well understood, and sometimes I wonder how many hours or days it will be until that poster shows back up. heh heh heh. Just like real life at times I think.

Great thread Drown. Your style becomes it.:rose:
 
my goodness.

what a strange and fascinating thread.
little suicide notes - pushed or jumped?
little voices, echoes of voices, like ghosts in the machine still lingering, final thoughts still ghosting ...
 
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