Looking in this mirror and wondering
I wonder if I'm your reflection as you are mine
I wonder if I'm your opposite
If so you must be a great guy
You must be successful and rich
You have to be...if I'm your opposite
I wonder if in another galaxy in another dimension if you're in your mirror asking the same exact question at the same exact time
If so you must have done it all....I hope
I would hate for someone light years away to have wasted as much time in their world as I did in mine
I wonder, but....
How is it that you're able to meet me here so often
How is that you're able to be here everyday
How is that you have just as much time on your hands as I
How come we never meet at another mirror
Why is it always at some job I don't care to work
Or some courthouse that I wish I weren't in
Or even worse, how is it that we meet at this bathroom mirror every morning
Maybe I'm not your opposite but your replica...your duplicate
And maybe you live in a small apartment that smells funny
And each morning you wake up to the same cheap bathroom mirror as I
Talking to me, your reflection and imagining that I'm doing so much better than you
Maybe that's it
Maybe I found myself
And maybe I don't like the person I met
Maybe...
-Cash
http://www.marvandcash.com
Monday, May 10, 2010
A Framed Thought
For this moment in time
For this second of my imagination
She lives on the screen of my laptop, hidden beneath a pile of emails
Look at her
Look at the way she stands
Look at the way her hair covers her face
Look at the way her hand hangs from the tip of her underwear
Its almost as if she wants to please herself but refuses to do so till I'm there to watch
For this moment in time
For this second of my imagination
She lives on the screen of my laptop, hidden beneath a pile of emails
Look at the way she spreads her legs open
Look at the way she leans against the bathroom door
Her picture holds a thousand moans
And if I listen hard enough I can hear each and every one of them
I can hear her breathing heavy
I can hear the whisper of my name
I can hear her asking that I go deeper
I can hear each passionate moan
From looking at this picture and becoming lost in imagination...
Shhhh....can you hear it
This is as close as she has allowed me to get
A picture...a framed thought....a shared piece of imagination...
And I know that its only so long I can look at it
Its only so much of this imagination I can take before I burst into flames
So one last time I view it
One last time I remember how much I loved being inside her
One last time I remember how much she loved for me to be inside of her
I take a deep breath
I shake my head, lick my lips, wipe the sweat from my face
And hit the delete button
She lived on my laptop screen
She's now imprisoned in my fantasy
A framed thought.....
-Cash
http://www.marvandcash.com
For this second of my imagination
She lives on the screen of my laptop, hidden beneath a pile of emails
Look at her
Look at the way she stands
Look at the way her hair covers her face
Look at the way her hand hangs from the tip of her underwear
Its almost as if she wants to please herself but refuses to do so till I'm there to watch
For this moment in time
For this second of my imagination
She lives on the screen of my laptop, hidden beneath a pile of emails
Look at the way she spreads her legs open
Look at the way she leans against the bathroom door
Her picture holds a thousand moans
And if I listen hard enough I can hear each and every one of them
I can hear her breathing heavy
I can hear the whisper of my name
I can hear her asking that I go deeper
I can hear each passionate moan
From looking at this picture and becoming lost in imagination...
Shhhh....can you hear it
This is as close as she has allowed me to get
A picture...a framed thought....a shared piece of imagination...
And I know that its only so long I can look at it
Its only so much of this imagination I can take before I burst into flames
So one last time I view it
One last time I remember how much I loved being inside her
One last time I remember how much she loved for me to be inside of her
I take a deep breath
I shake my head, lick my lips, wipe the sweat from my face
And hit the delete button
She lived on my laptop screen
She's now imprisoned in my fantasy
A framed thought.....
-Cash
http://www.marvandcash.com
When It Rain It Pours
When it rain it pours
And it darkens
The wind picks up and blows across the surface of earth to cool down the hell beneath it
I see it so clearly
When it rain it pours
And lighting falls
Miles above us the gray clouds of the sky roar and wrestle on another for hours
They grow tired and begin to breath heavy
Their punches become slower
In moments of silence they stand and try hard to regain their strength
And they sweat
For hours they sweat
While we watch the sky's fight, drenched in the down pour and praying the fight ends
Begging the sun to come between them
But instead the sun allows it
He allows them to continue
When it...rain...it...pours
And I find myself in the middle of it
Soak and wet, confused
Asking why has this cloud followed me for so many years
Why has this storm chased me through life
How do I escape
And eventually, I give in
Again and again and again and again
I begin to listen to the patter of raindrops as a beat or melody to such madness
I begin to listen to the rattle of thunder as bass in the sky's speakers
The lightning becomes a light show
And I dance
I live through this storm
And learn to dance in its rain......
When it rain it pours
And again I find myself in the middle of it, confused....
-Cash
http://www.marvandcash.com
And it darkens
The wind picks up and blows across the surface of earth to cool down the hell beneath it
I see it so clearly
When it rain it pours
And lighting falls
Miles above us the gray clouds of the sky roar and wrestle on another for hours
They grow tired and begin to breath heavy
Their punches become slower
In moments of silence they stand and try hard to regain their strength
And they sweat
For hours they sweat
While we watch the sky's fight, drenched in the down pour and praying the fight ends
Begging the sun to come between them
But instead the sun allows it
He allows them to continue
When it...rain...it...pours
And I find myself in the middle of it
Soak and wet, confused
Asking why has this cloud followed me for so many years
Why has this storm chased me through life
How do I escape
And eventually, I give in
Again and again and again and again
I begin to listen to the patter of raindrops as a beat or melody to such madness
I begin to listen to the rattle of thunder as bass in the sky's speakers
The lightning becomes a light show
And I dance
I live through this storm
And learn to dance in its rain......
When it rain it pours
And again I find myself in the middle of it, confused....
-Cash
http://www.marvandcash.com
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