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i want you to get togetherhe grooves to a beat
i cannot resist
i cannot keep up with.
i think back to the rooftop views
two kids on top of a dome
where we shared a universe
back when i was whole
he moves in a language
speaking in tongues i
and he's st germain
while i'm tom waits
but here i sit aching
because i speak in riddles
he cannot comprehend
with touches designed
to beguile and entice
but with each smile i back away
leaving a trail of
confusion in wake
but the truth i embrace
is one that's been coming
the tides of time keep
he grooves to a rhythm
that's faster than mine
and i'm my own sun but
luckywould i to write
the thinly spread fear
the faults that make you
is the painful step
we must take
how do i
separate ego from self
is all that i embody
and he asks
like i have an answer
in my head
the drops fall
into my bed
except he's become
and i'll remember forever
the isosceles triangle
that changed me
would i to write
the words tumble
black upon skin
nineteen no longer
and at my age
to my despair
my eyes are open
the delta represents
and i'm in-
my problem is
i'm too privileged
and shouldn't we
all be so lucky
WHAT HAPPENS WHEN TIME MOVES ONI thought hard about the words I wanted to write, the things I could say and came up blank. The truth is, I realize that you’re elsewhere, in a place where we cannot exist together anymore but your wide eyes are the only light I ever knew, and while it no longer burns with the intensity of a million suns, it still aches – a dull throb that occurs in the in-between moments before I open my eyes, while my mind is confused by slumber.
I don’t quite know how to put the things I feel into words because I don’t want to burden you with my emotions, but feeling guilty for expressing how I feel has me in a catch-22. Receiving the news that your rib had found another is literally one of the worst kinds of hurt to ever feel. It’s saying you weren’t the best fit, and where do you go with that, really?
I wanted to tell you that these were the days after a funeral for a person who is very much alive, but that’s not quite right. You were the love of my life a
nine lettersi wrote you
a million messages:
full of scribblings from
a broken heart
a healing heart
a martyr'd girl
a lost soul
a damned poet.
i wrote you
a million thoughts
wrapped in guilt
wrapped in fate
wrapped in faux honesty
wrapped in guise
and in all honesty
the simplicity of three
i still can't write the truth
the meaning both clear
all at once;
these thoughts hurl me
into the stratosphere
and i'm still floating
because gravity can't
weigh down the dreams
of torment past.
but here they are
because you never apologized
but neither did i,
and in three simple words
the chains fall down:
i fucked up.
the world continues
and my inbox is full
with letters unsent
words without meaning
- click -
A Work in Progress: Lyrics for a New Souli still get a thrill when you say my name
sometimes i wish we had never changed
but i'm glad we did, i'm glad we did
cause i'm in love with who i am
still stare at the car in the garage
still wish i could drive on and on
on a road that never ends, on a road that never ends
but we'll never get very far
cause who we are isn't out there somewhere
it's right here inside
and running doesn't change it
running doesn't change it
running doesn't change anything
the greatness you hold lies dormant within
it's a powerful feeling
and running doesn't change it
running doesn't change it
running doesn't change anything
it no longer hurts, i guess i survived
i'm not ashamed anymore
to admit it was you, to admit it was you
that made me feel alive
cause the opposite of winner don't mean loser
the end of hope is where it begins
and like the fire spreads, i'm spreading my wings
brighter than i've ever been
cause who you are isn't out there somewhere
it's right here inside
and running didn't change me
How To LeaveLeave at the beginning:
when the goodbyes are still beautiful,
when the sun is bright,
when the city is asleep;
sneak out in the night
when the kisses are still
whiskey flavoured and smoke hangs
vibrant in the air
like christmas fairy lights.
Leave at the end:
with the bittersweet tang of regret,
with the angry bile rising.
Leave in a torrent of swears;
a maelstrom of tears,
an avalanche of baggages
a whirlwind of heartbreak.
Leave while you're still beautiful:
young, wild and free.
Leave in a state of confusion;
that the delta spans forever,
that the triangle of hope dangles
a carrot in the distant future,
a leftover promise,
a stray beginning,
a purposeful tomorrow.
Leave in the middle:
before the goodbyes get hard,
while the love is stagnant
while the pauses are pregnant
while the tomorrows hold both
hope and disaster,
when the kisses are still
Leave when you're longing,
while you're ready,
while you don't know.
Leave because you don't know
spare yourself and him
Ophelia unrelentingI keep all the
underneath my tongue :
they're the ones
that say you
love me -
- love me not
in this madness,
in this suspended
state of grace :
I will soldier on,
I will not allow
this willow branch
A song out of songsYou should have killed me when you had the chance. because. you were the king and now you're unconscious.
we can't be friends. sugar.
You really got me. this is gonna hurt. to hell and back.
this means war. sleep with one eye open. till the death of me. know your enemy.
We won't back down. with a little help from my friends. you're going down.
just the way you are. you deserve nothing and I hope you get less.
Darling. tonight the world dies. breathless. and all things will end. across the universe.
don't be afraid. I'm not afraid. Everything will be alright. in the end.
Everything's an illusion. and I fade out. the memory. on my own. since you been gone.
Say you'll haunt me. I'm lost without you. bruised and scarred. still waiting. Congratulations I hate you. I feel so on my own. How could this happen to me?
My heart is broken. I want you, I need you, I love you. my angel. It's not over.
Not your HeartLying in my bed, in the silence of the night,
my head is overwhelmed with one, single, giant
thought right in this lone moment. You, my dear,
you are the thought that is swimming laps
through my head.
How do I even begin to wonder if you do love
me; it feels like your giving me so many mix
signals that I am beginning to question if my
eyes are playing little tricks on me. Or are
you just unsure if you should take the leap.
You don't want to feel the pain that could
over rule every emotion that you have no
desire to feel in the first place. If
that's so, then I could never want to break
a heart like yours, it has way to much
wonderment for me to want to break when
there is so much more for me to explore.
The uniqueness that your soul has makes it
so hard, for me to resist not wanting to go
look into your eyes to see your whole world
lit up in a matter of seconds; maybe it's
just the reflection of me every time that I
look at you, how you can make me smile
effortlessly because of
even when the sun has set and the world seems its darkest…
take solace in knowing that the moon shall cast a beautiful porcelain glow upon the earth.
And my darling…
know that when the moon is gone from the sky
innumerable stars betwixt galaxies afar dance to feed your wandering eyes
and even when the clouds block the stars,
let the rain kiss upon your face and renew your belief that one day the sun shall rise again…
To kindle the flame in your heart and illuminate the light within your eyes and your soul.
For my love…
i have nothing but faith that even through the blackest of nights you shall persist in being the most wondrous thing I have ever come to know.
Love is. . .
Love is when I can't fall asleep because you are on my mind.
Love is impossible to describe, like the taste of water, or like how you taste on lips.
Love is when I wake up wishing it was your arms wrapped around me.
Love is our morning texts and goodnight wishes.
Love is not being able to stop thinking about you, wondering if you are happy.
Love is the worry that comes when you are hurt, wanting to kiss your wounds, even if you are my strong solider.
Love is meeting your gaze and having my heart trip.
Love is laughing with you, our fingers intertwined swinging, wanting nothing more than to be beside you.
Love is not wanting a future without you, wanting to wake up beside you and knowing that you love me back.
Love is . . .being yours & you being mine.
The Orange and The PigWhen Carrie met Alex
She was limping
And hurting more than her
Pulsing mind could understand.
And she saw him
And her immediate thought
Was to throw herself on him,
She could close her eyes and
Think of Momma when he hugged her.
And she vocalized all of this
Stretching out her blood stained arms
Towards his tall, suited form,
Which would of course become externally
When his mind caught her undeniable satellite signal.
When Alex met Carrie
And her distress
Spilled through the street
Like a tidal wave.
And she fell into his arms,
And the blood caused his stomach
To lurch out against his skin
And she said
'Please I'm dying'
In this Southern America type goloss.
And Alex was very confused,
But being the horrorshow young man
He was so painfully forced to be,
He knew he had to help.
And while he carried her
Through the streets going
Bog knows where,
His agitated mind reminded him of
Epic Rap Battles of MMA- Simon VS NoahI dislike you blue haired man, painted blue hair and fake tan,
I'm a legend I am top notch, come 'ny closer, I'll kick you in the crotch!
Your face is so damn ugly, I cannot even cope,
I cannot understand how Daryl can see hope,
U just gonna stand there and fiddle with yo thing?
Think yo better rapper than me?! Well, I'm the BLACK king!
Oh shut up you little fuck!
You cannot even suck a decent cock!
Actually, that's the only thing you do,
You're a fairy. You're gay. U a fuckin homo!
That's why you hang with Emil,
None of you has any appeal.
I know a bitch who shags anyone to sleep,
That's right, Simon Lullaby indeed!
Get lost and suck my balls,
Think u can probe me when night falls?!
I don't think so you blue, pathetic shit,
I don't like your attitude, no, not one fuckin bit!
My magic is much better than yours,
At least I don't grow rainbow pubes,
You might be the black king but your brain is darker
Yo a Lil faggot, my penis has more power,
You suck dick, my rhymes are neat,
Go to hell
A bloody warrior's heartWith front-held pain
I wandered the world,
Alone I walked
My heart gone grey...
Then I met her
Our meet by chance,
Her strain was worse
Than mine ever was...
Since our encounter
I vowed her aid,
My heart for hers
We'd share the rain...
My heart now aches
It slowly bleeds,
A warrior I was born
But now accompanied too...
Not-so Idle ConversationYou are like the sky in so many ways.
Let's begin with the fact that you, as a person, you are so vast. I could spend years talking with you and still not know the workings of your mind.
For the most part, you live your life underappreciated. People take you for granted, thinking that you are too common-place for their notice, when really, you are just way over their heads.
Sometimes anger clouds your countenance and rage flashes behind your eyes, but never for selfish reasons, for you are always practical and thoughtful of those around you. I also see you on normal days, the times when nothing clouds my vision and I see the true blue of your personality. People don't know what they're missing.
Your words. You choose them ever so carefully, always gentle and unsure like rain on a windowpane or a breath of wind. How refreshing it is to listen to you!
When night calls, you don bold colors, alarming shades of pink or red like sunset, a facade. A mask that men call "beautiful."
and so we clashedI still have conversations with you in my head,
bitter longing of things unsaid.
Your texts still linger in my phone,
Memories of a past still clinging on.
My thoughts are stars that I cannot fathom,
constellations of songs without a pattern.
My mind is heavy with the dust of time,
memories of dreams when you were mine.
The world is winning,
though I fight to remember.
The depth of goodbyes,
cold of September.
I still have conversations with you in my head,
bitter regret for things I'd said.
Your voice is memory, a time for goodbye,
good riddance is early, too lonely to cry.
My thoughts are stars that haven't seen light,
gaseous balls of slumber longing for night.
We carved the moon into our hands,
rocketeer visions full of demands.
You pull me in with your sad, bright eyes,
Visions of November rocking my skies.
The pictures of us are all I have left,
for Love is to Time what Crime is to Theft.
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