External Stressors
Rejected lyrics make great poems.
Ruminating like lasting impressions
Of stupid things I’ve said
Lights trail over glazed visions
With tails and ends of haze
Comfort and growth
Contrasting against a back drop
Set in guilt and shame
Anticipating a break from expectations
Of subtle dispositions
That linger in the shade of elation
Until the time has passed for
Peace of mind
Flirty & dirty
Like catching eyes with death
Beg to be buried in the clay
You like to front like you flirt with death
Pumping gas with a lit cigarette
It might strike a nerve in passersby
But you & I know it’s just a myth
Advanced apologies in full
Time and place were certain factors
But none more damning and emotional
Than external stressors
And unsatisfied distractors
Surrendering to me
Your waning faith in common grief
Divulge into me
With confessed distress
And don’t be brief
About the Creator
Oliver Conlon
Songwriter, singer and bassist for punk trio The Carolyn. Born in Plattsburgh, NY, raised in Costa Rica, currently living in Atlanta, GA
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