BLANC’s SONG

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by Med

on 2/27/2024

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Blanc’s Song” (c) to Med 2024 upon pen to paper

6:02:33 AM 3/27/2024

Last night I am numb inside

while every passing facade fades before my eyes

a dim flame in a dark room

sometimes I’m not really sure

Sand in my eyes reminds me of passing time

im so tired

Six of one half dozen and half of the other

trapped inside me for a decade or longer

I want to write

IT’s my visitor and a once unfamiliar dream

I’m Medusa waiting by the Sea for anyone like me

to wash ashore

he never came

no one cared

there’s been no one there

And I’m scared

of the atrophy.

It’s good, but I took some personal liberties with what you wrote, should we write more Blanc?

CHORUS: (crescendo) (c) to “Med” upon pen to paper 2024

SMOOTH AS JAZZ AND BUTTER

TO WRITE IS FOR ME THE MEDICINE GONE DOWN

THE SAME THRASHING AROUND IS THE SOUND

OF THE DRUMS ON REPEAT

NOW IN THREE’s LIKE A WALTZ

I GET IT

MY DAYS PASSED

I GET UP I LAY DOWN

THE REPEAT IN COUNTS

i clock out.

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by Med

on 2/27/2024

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I DONT WANT TO GIVE AWAY THE KEYS TO MY CASTLE but I imagine this song like Natalie Imbruglia’s Torn. I don’t really like the song but it is catchy in a wordy ballad sort of way (Apparently research yield’s it’s not her original song it’s Lis Sorenson’s

by Med

on 2/27/2024

Posts: 2478

It’s good, but I took some personal liberties with what you wrote, should we write more Blanc?

by Med

on 2/27/2024

Posts: 2478

Blanc said:
Late at night, numb on Prozac, a dim flame… in a dark room. I have nothing left to hold onto.

There is nothing inside, I’m null and void while every passing facade fades before my eyes, quicker than the last

time goes by like time travel, I still feel 12 and 23 and 24 and 26, all i have is the sand in my eyes to remind me how much time has passed. Sometimes, I’m not really sure.

I had to ask what month it was. I can tell I’m so tired , I barely make coherent sense to most people. Trapped inside, for a decade or longer.

it’s like vertigo, i really wonder what it’s like to feel grounded and solid about, anything… I feel like one day some tossed me up in the air and I never came down. I’ve been lost ever since but, didn’t know it. All this time… inevitably floating further and further sway, until I’m gone completely.

Blanc said:
and then I get a visitor, like an old familiar dream, coming to the murky surface. Messages kept in bottles, i dont know who wrote them. But they keep washing ashore. Everytime I read one, I look out and try to see if she’s there, out there somewhere on the horizon, staring back, waiting to come home.

but no one’s there. I’m Persephone … waiting by the sea…. For somebody like me….’’

an old promise she couldn’t keep.

I said I’ll wait for you, and turned into a skeleton,’’

she never came home

Blanc said:
everything else is just as smooth as Jazz and butter… the same thrashing around sound on the drums goes agin and again on repeat in counts of threes like a Walt’s, i dance to it, to the alarm, i brush my teeth left to right. The windshield wipers clear the rain from right to left. I drive back and forth. I la0=h down, I get up. I clock in, I clock out. And everyday is the same, while the soles of my shoes get worn down.

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