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Ash Wednesday! "Air Waves"

6/21/2023

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​Ash KetchemJun 19, 2023, 10:30 PM (2 days ago)
to me
"Air Waves"
Written by: Ash Wednesday 


Cool and breezy
Hard to pin down 
Falling on deaf ears
All with no sound 

But will sting your eyes 
And is quick to withdraw
I am hoping for something 
I know I cannot hold on 

With the heat in the 100s 
I am seeking you often 
Under shady trees 
The world has long forgotten

The carbon version of you can be 
Hella twisted 
But that's the Gemini placements
In charts of the wicked 
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​The worst Libra
Who strives for balance 
But is anything but 
I am not going to say it out loud 
But you're kinda a dick and a slut

Aquarius you make for the worst father's 
I joke but why should I bother 
Raised by two air parents
Is like raising yourself 

Voluntarily orphaning myself 
I could never be. Your perfect little girl 
Calm cool and collective
On the surface, oh absolutely sure

But a deeper dive into your molecular structure
And my goodness how you make my hair curl. 
Your flighty and fickle
Jealousy and unjust

If it wasn't for your intellect 
And your second nature to project 
All your problems into other people 
Are you tired of stalking me like a segall? 

Cooled off have you, your moods how they swing 
A change in the weather can set off many things
Your quality is in question
Your making me choke

And not the kinky kind you know I like. 
All I wanted was to go on a hike. 
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​Air Waves. 
Hi how are you is this thing on? 
This transistor radio is from the 80s 
Not sure what's wrong? 
Can you hear me through all this static 
I am like you, you know: 
simply devine and nomadic. 

All up in the air 
Aired out all that could be 
A former Catholic always finds it cathartic to breathe
Out in one sentence a conscious so streaming

I am tired of this alone awful feeling 
Eyes glued to the ceiling
Heart reluctantly stilk beating
I am waiting for my veins to dry up and the blood to stop secreting. 

Running through my hair 
Hands on my neck 
A warm air surrounds me
It's a feeling that's hard to forget

And when your there you're present
Then gone in a flash 
You're something else something I tried so hard to hold. 
But everything was enveloped in derailment and smoke.

- Ash Wednesday 
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