I don't have a topic, but on times in forced solitude, I feel the passion for writing like I once had.
It's a struggle. I don't get enough of this to even call it a practice I partake.
All I have are the clicks and settling of this crumbling hangar. To screw, nut and bolt my way through this four-year sentence.
I feel so dry, the dust has caked to my glasses. Fuck, and it's flowing through my bloodstreams.
The gallons of words spewing from my mouth, cannot be measured in ounces.
Sunday, August 31, 2014
Saturday, March 8, 2014
The Way Your Body Hooks Around Mine
It must be the way...
Now I won't rest without you intertwined.
Now I'll look both ways.
Now I can't smile if yours is missing.
Now I won't rest without you intertwined.
Now I'll look both ways.
Now I can't smile if yours is missing.
Siempre Something
I must say, it's a little hard to swallow.
The worlds I have distanced myself into
I'm suffocating.
I have to tell the truth, I love my man. I love myself, but I'm losing it to anger.
I can't seem to separate the incompetence of these fools, and the love I used to have.
Somewhere I lost the ability to be civilized.
Those rights I fight for— the justice served.
The freedom I live for is being swallowed by my boss.
With every penny is my acceptance to the grand demise.
The aches and pains of my morals entice my anxiety.
I've sat here for six hours, living in the past.
It's sick.
I fought addiction, saved myself with hands to hold me up.
I loved the world, and it loved me.
I saw the better outcome; had hope.
I had control of my woeful life.
I chose to protect my hands, in turn, their touch faded.
I can't plan for the way out anymore when I've already conquered larger battles.
This game
where I paddle to the end
it has too many undercurrents.
I'm melting with commitment issues.
Fuck the hand that feeds me!
I'm sick with making the best mistake of my life.
The worlds I have distanced myself into
I'm suffocating.
I have to tell the truth, I love my man. I love myself, but I'm losing it to anger.
I can't seem to separate the incompetence of these fools, and the love I used to have.
Somewhere I lost the ability to be civilized.
Those rights I fight for— the justice served.
The freedom I live for is being swallowed by my boss.
With every penny is my acceptance to the grand demise.
The aches and pains of my morals entice my anxiety.
I've sat here for six hours, living in the past.
It's sick.
I fought addiction, saved myself with hands to hold me up.
I loved the world, and it loved me.
I saw the better outcome; had hope.
I had control of my woeful life.
I chose to protect my hands, in turn, their touch faded.
I can't plan for the way out anymore when I've already conquered larger battles.
This game
where I paddle to the end
it has too many undercurrents.
I'm melting with commitment issues.
Fuck the hand that feeds me!
I'm sick with making the best mistake of my life.
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Expressing Happiness
So I'm here to say at this very moment
I miss you
and at any moment
I don't want to...
I'm writing this in love.
Sending this in hate.
Ending it for eternal sunshine.
I miss you
and at any moment
I don't want to...
I'm writing this in love.
Sending this in hate.
Ending it for eternal sunshine.
Friday, May 24, 2013
If Anything Could Stay Frozen
The cold would never soak through my skin.
Shivers wouldn't keep my eyes peeled at night.
And you'd still be stuck to me,
instead of the rock, we left you to melt on.
Shivers wouldn't keep my eyes peeled at night.
And you'd still be stuck to me,
instead of the rock, we left you to melt on.
Thursday, April 4, 2013
A Motion Picture
Could we be here, in a moving window pane?
It's a rolling scene and what's ahead and behind isn't seen.
You're all I'll ever see.
It's a rolling scene and what's ahead and behind isn't seen.
You're all I'll ever see.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Counting
I can't seem to find myself getting away from any sort of time.
Not a day marked off a calendar
or a watch to wear,
but every constraint is there.
I cannot count the days I've loved you,
the moments we've shared
or the years we have.
let us get out of here.
Not a day marked off a calendar
or a watch to wear,
but every constraint is there.
I cannot count the days I've loved you,
the moments we've shared
or the years we have.
let us get out of here.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Friday, January 18, 2013
When Years Reach Seconds
I thought about the time I held back every tear.
I dreamt about the moment you fought for your last breath.
I missed my chance to show you my new world.
I've lost the years that'll only be moments,
flashes,
or seconds.
To blood,
to memories,
to laughs.
Thanks, for my beating heart.
I dreamt about the moment you fought for your last breath.
I missed my chance to show you my new world.
I've lost the years that'll only be moments,
flashes,
or seconds.
To blood,
to memories,
to laughs.
Thanks, for my beating heart.
Monday, December 31, 2012
To Ride or Die
The car was rolling nonstop.
I can't remember when it halted.
Who fell out first...
must've been together.
Gravity scrapped our knees, our backs.
Your face fell off...
the smell, the sight,
I couldn't look away.
You must have sown my eyes shut,
I must have lost my mind.
Now the words I write amount to nothing,
we turned into dust together.
What keeps us intact?
I can't remember when it halted.
Who fell out first...
must've been together.
Gravity scrapped our knees, our backs.
Your face fell off...
the smell, the sight,
I couldn't look away.
You must have sown my eyes shut,
I must have lost my mind.
Now the words I write amount to nothing,
we turned into dust together.
What keeps us intact?
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Where Love is Love
If there is one thing I'm sure of, it's that I love you.
From the deepest, most passionless pit of my heart, I do.
It's finding where love is love.
Where I find myself resting above
on a cloud lined with silver.
The rain has never brought me down...
and you know it.
Words, pieces of puzzles, seeds of life;
you've put it all together
made it beautiful
gave me honor.
If I knew where to find it...
if you find it before me,
I'd only hope the wind wouldn't stop blowing in every direction.
From the deepest, most passionless pit of my heart, I do.
It's finding where love is love.
Where I find myself resting above
on a cloud lined with silver.
The rain has never brought me down...
and you know it.
Words, pieces of puzzles, seeds of life;
you've put it all together
made it beautiful
gave me honor.
If I knew where to find it...
if you find it before me,
I'd only hope the wind wouldn't stop blowing in every direction.
Monday, November 5, 2012
When Air Ignites Fire
Please...
could you swallow the sword you placed in my back?
Could you stop squeezing my heart,
it hurts.
You have it,
I promise.
I know your grip is hard to hold,
believe me,
I know you're getting tired.
It's okay,
you'll still feel every beat without every finger.
could you swallow the sword you placed in my back?
Could you stop squeezing my heart,
it hurts.
You have it,
I promise.
I know your grip is hard to hold,
believe me,
I know you're getting tired.
It's okay,
you'll still feel every beat without every finger.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
More of the Truth
It's happening again...
it must be getting taken.
Someone must be stealing it.
With grace,
with ease,
with tender hands—
my heart is craddled in the chest of a man.
With tears,
with ache,
with lightings quake—
his love will only make me bitter and fake.
How much more truth could one want?
One day, love,
you're gonna be all I wish I never asked for.
it must be getting taken.
Someone must be stealing it.
With grace,
with ease,
with tender hands—
my heart is craddled in the chest of a man.
With tears,
with ache,
with lightings quake—
his love will only make me bitter and fake.
How much more truth could one want?
One day, love,
you're gonna be all I wish I never asked for.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
A Little Love
I've been a little lost.
A bit loveless
and a little shamed.
Spent a few months too long in space.
A lot of too little consumes me.
I can't spit this blood from my mouth.
Proceeded by dusty tears
sandpaper on my lips
splinters in my gums
a pick in my brain
reminiscing how you're fucking terrible.
A bit loveless
and a little shamed.
Spent a few months too long in space.
A lot of too little consumes me.
I can't spit this blood from my mouth.
Proceeded by dusty tears
sandpaper on my lips
splinters in my gums
a pick in my brain
reminiscing how you're fucking terrible.
Monday, August 13, 2012
The Only Ocean
Every wave, every piece of sand,
every floating word;
connected by the winds trot.
I've been slain by every floating leaf,
blown by the sky's breath;
suffocated by the ash of our origin.
Only to love my light head and bleeding sleeve.
Every countless star, every seas reflection,
glimmer misdirection.
There's only one sun, only one moon,
only one you.
every floating word;
connected by the winds trot.
I've been slain by every floating leaf,
blown by the sky's breath;
suffocated by the ash of our origin.
Only to love my light head and bleeding sleeve.
Every countless star, every seas reflection,
glimmer misdirection.
There's only one sun, only one moon,
only one you.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Waltz Beneath
Remember the tiki place?
Like the old backyard
with sand, the pool,
and the grass wrapped around.
Hable, hable con su cuerpo.
Think, think with your hips.
Mi carozon,
no llores, no llores
sólo se mueven.
Like the old backyard
with sand, the pool,
and the grass wrapped around.
Hable, hable con su cuerpo.
Think, think with your hips.
Mi carozon,
no llores, no llores
sólo se mueven.
A World's End
Destruction comes the day I fall for the right person
or vice versa.
It's the day my world meets its end.
In time, with age
upon death
'til I part.
or vice versa.
It's the day my world meets its end.
In time, with age
upon death
'til I part.
Saturday, June 30, 2012
From Scabs to Scars
It must be that thing
you know, where you want to remember everything they do.
The camera won't serve justice,
you know, where you want to remember everything they do.
The camera won't serve justice,
and memories are erased.
Lacerations reignite hope.
So tonight,
patterns will carve into my body
with faith,
Lacerations reignite hope.
So tonight,
patterns will carve into my body
with faith,
I'll learn to heal.
The scars you left aren't big enough.
The scars you left aren't big enough.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
This is Being Lost
I'm tired of seeing your breathtaking views.
I want to enjoy life...
like everyone else.
Stupid shit clouding my mind.
Something, please make sense.
When I find someone faithful
I'll stop losing mine.
I want to enjoy life...
like everyone else.
Stupid shit clouding my mind.
Something, please make sense.
When I find someone faithful
I'll stop losing mine.
Sometimes
If not every time,
then when?
I look back—I scour for bliss.
Were they all the wrong places?
I know I love the sunshine,
and I dance in the rain.
It's probably that simple.
My thoughts are just lost.
My head is gone.
But not my heart, not my soul.
then when?
I look back—I scour for bliss.
Were they all the wrong places?
I know I love the sunshine,
and I dance in the rain.
It's probably that simple.
My thoughts are just lost.
My head is gone.
But not my heart, not my soul.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Settling
I fucking miss my dad.
I don't fear the selfishness in that anymore.
One more of something, anything
so the dust will start settling.
I don't fear the selfishness in that anymore.
One more of something, anything
so the dust will start settling.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
Ways to See
Everyone deserves to smile.
I'll do it alone; I'll do it with countless others,
but I can't do it with just you.
I'm so sorry, honeybee, because I love your smile.
And I could cry because you'll never be enough.
Not one pair of bright eyes is enough.
My steps only follow the dark. You shine too bright.
I won't stop searching; I'll keep falling off the edge.
I won't conquer myself, not my fears, thoughts, or actions.
There is never an end,
I'll do it alone; I'll do it with countless others,
but I can't do it with just you.
I'm so sorry, honeybee, because I love your smile.
And I could cry because you'll never be enough.
Not one pair of bright eyes is enough.
My steps only follow the dark. You shine too bright.
I won't stop searching; I'll keep falling off the edge.
I won't conquer myself, not my fears, thoughts, or actions.
There is never an end,
only the fluids dropping from my bleeding, lonely theories.
And in this adventure, there will be you, me,
and a handful of people I battle to love.
And in this adventure, there will be you, me,
and a handful of people I battle to love.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Hidden Truths
Should there always be secrets kept to oneself?
I mean, of course, I could spout all my hidden truths,
but it would take some adding to make complete sense.
Where's someone to fuck it all away?
I mean, of course, I could spout all my hidden truths,
but it would take some adding to make complete sense.
Where's someone to fuck it all away?
Monday, April 23, 2012
I, Myself
Am I a sucker for beautiful women?
Ones who never know what they want, but it for sure in hell isn't me.
Or it is they get confused with insecurities?
It must be the color of their eyes:
blue, gray, green, and even hazel.
None of which are ever brown.
Whatever.
Wish I could say I'm done.
Ones who never know what they want, but it for sure in hell isn't me.
Or it is they get confused with insecurities?
It must be the color of their eyes:
blue, gray, green, and even hazel.
None of which are ever brown.
Whatever.
Wish I could say I'm done.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
To the Wind
I'm just another seed to scatter;
a speck to concur.
To you,
I won't bleed any different.
a speck to concur.
To you,
I won't bleed any different.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
To the Girls Who've Looked at me Different
Fuck all of you and your fucking awkwardly captivating stares!
Don't look at me unless you know how to keep looking.
You beautiful girls and your goddamn insecurities—
fuck off and live a little.
It's fine to be scared,
but you're minuscule afflictions damage the world.
Ima snap one of you bitches in half,
then you'll have a fuckin image to worry about.
Don't look at me unless you know how to keep looking.
You beautiful girls and your goddamn insecurities—
fuck off and live a little.
It's fine to be scared,
but you're minuscule afflictions damage the world.
Ima snap one of you bitches in half,
then you'll have a fuckin image to worry about.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
The Workplace
This tension is fucking sizzling.
You slimy bastard.
A goddamn image is imbedded in my mind,
and it's not even mine!
Give yourself some credit;
it's not every day some knuckle-dragging,
donkey-dicked faced,
shit-eating, low life
changes so many lives in one night.
Words are not enough.
Fucking pervert.
You slimy bastard.
A goddamn image is imbedded in my mind,
and it's not even mine!
Give yourself some credit;
it's not every day some knuckle-dragging,
donkey-dicked faced,
shit-eating, low life
changes so many lives in one night.
Words are not enough.
Fucking pervert.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
To the Unworthy
Which would be me of course
because I gotta be down on myself;
I'm too high up on this fucking horse.
I haven't told someone I wanted to be alone and meant it so much.
And I'm so sorry because I care about my boys
But they're placeholders.
Can't they understand
can't I be by myself
can't I have the love I want?
I guess if I didn't smell like whiskey I'd let you in.
Okay, I accept the fact that my problem has gotten in the way of my social life.
I don't want to go down this road again.
because I gotta be down on myself;
I'm too high up on this fucking horse.
I haven't told someone I wanted to be alone and meant it so much.
And I'm so sorry because I care about my boys
But they're placeholders.
Can't they understand
can't I be by myself
can't I have the love I want?
I guess if I didn't smell like whiskey I'd let you in.
Okay, I accept the fact that my problem has gotten in the way of my social life.
I don't want to go down this road again.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Conditionally
Some people really love each other and that's great.
Me? I'd rather choke than feel that pain.
Me? I'd rather choke than feel that pain.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
If I Expect
I'll be angry.
I'll want something different.
Discontent.
I'll lose sleep,
and the ability to accept.
At this moment I don't know a higher power than acceptance.
Any mindless ramble I take you on could all be explained,
and if that wasn't true, you could accept it to be your truth.
What other perception matters but your own?
I'll find all the truth in lies.
I'll lie to find the truth.
I'll lay here telling myself anything acceptable,
so I know trying not to love you is possible.
I'll predict our future and realize the lack of one we'll have.
I'll shut my eyes, clutch onto my pillow
whisper my wish that it'd be you instead
to fall asleep and forget all again.
I'll want something different.
Discontent.
I'll lose sleep,
and the ability to accept.
At this moment I don't know a higher power than acceptance.
Any mindless ramble I take you on could all be explained,
and if that wasn't true, you could accept it to be your truth.
What other perception matters but your own?
I'll find all the truth in lies.
I'll lie to find the truth.
I'll lay here telling myself anything acceptable,
so I know trying not to love you is possible.
I'll predict our future and realize the lack of one we'll have.
I'll shut my eyes, clutch onto my pillow
whisper my wish that it'd be you instead
to fall asleep and forget all again.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Today, is the Greatest
I was trying to remember what it was like to be a young teen in my parents home.
I remember leaving and wanting to be back.
I remember coming back—
coming and going some more
I'm sure it was the mixture of fear and the all-inclusive woes of being a young adult.
I think what kept me farthest away was my new and misunderstood understanding of love.
I feel as though there is a time when love stops automatically being unconditional and innocent.
That's why young love is so rare.
Because we can't see why love could appear to be cruelty.
At least for myself, and I mean that's all the audience there is here anyway.
The point is, I remember so little of that time because I had no idea what the fuck any part of that life meant to me.
Until now, I guess...
and of course, continuing.
I did not see I was so distant. It's still a struggle, but I know I am.
I guess that's the difference between thoughts and feelings.
My head is filled with doubt (I don't think I'm distant).
My heart is filled with confidence (I lack emotional capabilities, but they can grow).
Almost entire side note, but I'm afraid to be cocky
I think because I think all the time my thoughts make sense
That I'm right
That when I talk myself out of a situation, I know how it'll end, and it wasn't worth it.
I want to hold that girl who's not just "that girl."
I want her
I want what I don't know how to have
I want
I want
I want.
I remember leaving and wanting to be back.
I remember coming back—
coming and going some more
I'm sure it was the mixture of fear and the all-inclusive woes of being a young adult.
I think what kept me farthest away was my new and misunderstood understanding of love.
I feel as though there is a time when love stops automatically being unconditional and innocent.
That's why young love is so rare.
Because we can't see why love could appear to be cruelty.
At least for myself, and I mean that's all the audience there is here anyway.
The point is, I remember so little of that time because I had no idea what the fuck any part of that life meant to me.
Until now, I guess...
and of course, continuing.
I did not see I was so distant. It's still a struggle, but I know I am.
I guess that's the difference between thoughts and feelings.
My head is filled with doubt (I don't think I'm distant).
My heart is filled with confidence (I lack emotional capabilities, but they can grow).
Almost entire side note, but I'm afraid to be cocky
I think because I think all the time my thoughts make sense
That I'm right
That when I talk myself out of a situation, I know how it'll end, and it wasn't worth it.
I want to hold that girl who's not just "that girl."
I want her
I want what I don't know how to have
I want
I want
I want.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
At This Moment
In the words of the wise Kanye West, "You cut me deep, bitch, you cut me like surgery."
And you're conflicted,
I get it.
You're lost
I saw it.
I knew you were a liar
it took nothing to figure that out.
I knew trusting you was a gamble
when you had trouble
hearing the word.
And despite all these flaws building up
I'm still hung up on the person
I know you can be
the person you are
the one in front of you when you're standing in the mirror.
I felt so connected to you
and I miss it
I miss you.
I'm not going to hide it
I won't act like I don't want to hate every inch of you.
I won't pretend I don't want to see you hurt
from regret
indecision
confusion
desperation
and loneliness.
Loose lips sink ships, baby;
you can't hide forever.
There's no armor to protect you
and the sword is gonna come crashing down
to shock you back onto this planet.
Did I want to love you?
With no hesitation, yes.
Could I love you?
Not today.
Will you be the one that got away?
And you'll tell a story about me one day
you'll dream about me another.
And you're conflicted,
I get it.
You're lost
I saw it.
I knew you were a liar
it took nothing to figure that out.
I knew trusting you was a gamble
when you had trouble
hearing the word.
And despite all these flaws building up
I'm still hung up on the person
I know you can be
the person you are
the one in front of you when you're standing in the mirror.
I felt so connected to you
and I miss it
I miss you.
I'm not going to hide it
I won't act like I don't want to hate every inch of you.
I won't pretend I don't want to see you hurt
from regret
indecision
confusion
desperation
and loneliness.
Loose lips sink ships, baby;
you can't hide forever.
There's no armor to protect you
and the sword is gonna come crashing down
to shock you back onto this planet.
Did I want to love you?
With no hesitation, yes.
Could I love you?
Not today.
Will you be the one that got away?
And you'll tell a story about me one day
you'll dream about me another.
You'll look down at yourself and see me with the ink you wear.
And I'll never leave you.
And I'll never leave you.
You try to forget,
but not for long
because you don't know why,
but you'll always remember me.
One day you'll learn how to love, how to live, and how not to sleep away your fears.
I'll love you, always and forever.
Sincerely,
The love of your life.
but not for long
because you don't know why,
but you'll always remember me.
One day you'll learn how to love, how to live, and how not to sleep away your fears.
I'll love you, always and forever.
Sincerely,
The love of your life.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
For What I'm Worth
I'm accepting the fact I will be a mess.
I'm okay with it, honestly.
I'm cutting out what makes me bitter,
and burning lingering sentimentally.
Nothing else is needed to get my head going.
It'll be the healthiest thing I could do for myself.
I can be boring, frustrating, sexy, funny, angry, quiet, adventurous.
Frankly, I could be it all.
I can be anything.
I have to remember I'm not the only one who's insecure.
Or the one who just sometimes isn't attracted to someone else.
I just need to remember to learn and hold onto it.
I'm not going to hurt myself anymore,
I'm not looking back,
I'm living today.
Here's to right now!
Now get up and move.
I'm okay with it, honestly.
I'm cutting out what makes me bitter,
and burning lingering sentimentally.
Nothing else is needed to get my head going.
It'll be the healthiest thing I could do for myself.
I can be boring, frustrating, sexy, funny, angry, quiet, adventurous.
Frankly, I could be it all.
I can be anything.
I have to remember I'm not the only one who's insecure.
Or the one who just sometimes isn't attracted to someone else.
I just need to remember to learn and hold onto it.
I'm not going to hurt myself anymore,
I'm not looking back,
I'm living today.
Here's to right now!
Now get up and move.
Monday, November 21, 2011
I Wished you Wished
If you left an impact,
would you want to know what you left behind?
Or do you not like praise?
I'm sure you'd hate the guilt.
But really, your egos wrong,
and my head misleads us both to believe that you left something inside of me.
would you want to know what you left behind?
Or do you not like praise?
I'm sure you'd hate the guilt.
But really, your egos wrong,
and my head misleads us both to believe that you left something inside of me.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Musing
Anger and compassion,
true caring,
honest effort,
intellectual stimulation,
a lost cause
and a dick ache:
ingredients for inspiration.
true caring,
honest effort,
intellectual stimulation,
a lost cause
and a dick ache:
ingredients for inspiration.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Reluctant Twilight
I'm not afraid of the monsters in the closet.
Those fears have run off with my mind.
I won't scatter over the spiders in my bed.
I won't crawl toward the light,
and I won't seek the shadows.
And without any doubt to swallow, I won't unmask myself.
I'm not a fool.
My heart will stay enclosed in its cage,
so my tired eyes can rest
with loneliness as my guest,
Those fears have run off with my mind.
I won't scatter over the spiders in my bed.
I won't crawl toward the light,
and I won't seek the shadows.
And without any doubt to swallow, I won't unmask myself.
I'm not a fool.
My heart will stay enclosed in its cage,
so my tired eyes can rest
with loneliness as my guest,
because misery intends for company tonight.
One night.
One night.
Until dawn,
when I wake to repeat again.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Relating Ships
I love with anyone,
anyone that sways me in.
Not ever on purpose...
but the deepest kind of love.
My heart won't skip.
My stomach stops its roar.
But my mind will flutter,
and my head will ache.
I won't force an emotion.
They'll understand.
They know that I love them.
Nothing else but pure acceptance.
So here I am, falling in love,
but love holds me back.
Does that mean I'm in love?
Does that mean forever?
Will you just be my friend?
anyone that sways me in.
Not ever on purpose...
but the deepest kind of love.
My heart won't skip.
My stomach stops its roar.
But my mind will flutter,
and my head will ache.
I won't force an emotion.
They'll understand.
They know that I love them.
Nothing else but pure acceptance.
So here I am, falling in love,
but love holds me back.
Does that mean I'm in love?
Does that mean forever?
Will you just be my friend?
Degenerate
I'd love to close my eyes,
and not have a dream.
Drop out big,
and unravel the seam.
Roll the dice,
and indulge in my vice.
Dried-up veins lead to scares.
You've wasted my heart, dear
so I've withered away.
and not have a dream.
Drop out big,
and unravel the seam.
Roll the dice,
and indulge in my vice.
Dried-up veins lead to scares.
You've wasted my heart, dear
so I've withered away.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Habits to Victimize
Every day here, I check upon the same idea,
hoping to see a change in my attitude.
It's a constant search in a box that has remained untouched—
quite the obsession for a powdered lunch.
Complacency, my dear
she swallows
heartache,
headaches,
love,
and the lost.
But at what cost?
A small surge to derail a flood of emotions.
A thrill to smudge reality as I continue to swindle my sanity.
Flouncing and contorting my broken wings
to escape unspoken words.
You're a lover, baby.
You're blinded by your tunnels.
You'll struggle to acquire your truth.
While you spend time pondering your pain,
and how it should be
you'll fail to see how it unfolds.
hoping to see a change in my attitude.
It's a constant search in a box that has remained untouched—
quite the obsession for a powdered lunch.
Complacency, my dear
she swallows
heartache,
headaches,
love,
and the lost.
But at what cost?
A small surge to derail a flood of emotions.
A thrill to smudge reality as I continue to swindle my sanity.
Flouncing and contorting my broken wings
to escape unspoken words.
You're a lover, baby.
You're blinded by your tunnels.
You'll struggle to acquire your truth.
While you spend time pondering your pain,
and how it should be
you'll fail to see how it unfolds.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
The 101 to Looking Like an Asshole
It's not the act of the supposed events,
it's the fact there were said events, and I was uninformed by you.
The sweet gestures are so useless now.
I wasn't looking to get more fucked up.
The idea of how completely and utterly stupid I looked,
because I gave a fuck about you.
My self-perception and the way I'm now perceived have been fucked with.
You could've told me
or maybe not kept lying;
not have held a false faith alive.
It would've been nice.
What's so fucked up in your world?
Where do you lack attention?
I guess we all fuck up in different ways.
No way am I beyond it.
Do you need a slap in the face?
Or are you too good at giving them, you've surpassed it?
Too bad I felt all this before.
So sad I ignored it.
Do you feel great?
Are you on top of the world?
Your life must be amazing.
No weight before you go to sleep.
You're living the dream.
Sorry, darling, for wasting money on flowers.
Next time, I'll give you the moon.
it's the fact there were said events, and I was uninformed by you.
The sweet gestures are so useless now.
I wasn't looking to get more fucked up.
The idea of how completely and utterly stupid I looked,
because I gave a fuck about you.
My self-perception and the way I'm now perceived have been fucked with.
You could've told me
or maybe not kept lying;
not have held a false faith alive.
It would've been nice.
What's so fucked up in your world?
Where do you lack attention?
I guess we all fuck up in different ways.
No way am I beyond it.
Do you need a slap in the face?
Or are you too good at giving them, you've surpassed it?
Too bad I felt all this before.
So sad I ignored it.
Do you feel great?
Are you on top of the world?
Your life must be amazing.
No weight before you go to sleep.
You're living the dream.
Sorry, darling, for wasting money on flowers.
Next time, I'll give you the moon.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Disgrace to Love
Such a goddamn letdown.
Desolation at its finest.
Complete and utter anguish.
You're right, kid,
don't think this is for you.
About you.
Because of you.
Prosper in the glory,
because I'm a lair.
At my finest, I might be told the truth.
Whatever exists in the places unspoken
doesn't define the confliction,
or revive my afflictions.
Such a shame.
A young mind pondering love.
So dense.
Who saw it coming?
Believe me, I would've put a stop to that train.
Desolation at its finest.
Complete and utter anguish.
You're right, kid,
don't think this is for you.
About you.
Because of you.
Prosper in the glory,
because I'm a lair.
At my finest, I might be told the truth.
Whatever exists in the places unspoken
doesn't define the confliction,
or revive my afflictions.
Such a shame.
A young mind pondering love.
So dense.
Who saw it coming?
Believe me, I would've put a stop to that train.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
In the Membrane
I cannot be anything I need to be,
whatever is lacking throws me to the curb.
Fuck,
I gotta grow up.
Don't you feel me, isn't it all clear,
I can't be the only one to understand it, dear?
Because love, love, love you might be my love.
But maybe I'm scared because of our chances.
Makes me fucking sick, so how am I supposed to do this?
The sleep I'm losing, it'll fry me.
How am I going to hold my ground?
What the fuck man?
This shit shouldn't fly,
it's peeling back my layers.
Now I know you can see my head,
and it's haunting me,
beating me.
And it's not even you, I don't even know you.
whatever is lacking throws me to the curb.
Fuck,
I gotta grow up.
Don't you feel me, isn't it all clear,
I can't be the only one to understand it, dear?
Because love, love, love you might be my love.
But maybe I'm scared because of our chances.
Makes me fucking sick, so how am I supposed to do this?
The sleep I'm losing, it'll fry me.
How am I going to hold my ground?
What the fuck man?
This shit shouldn't fly,
it's peeling back my layers.
Now I know you can see my head,
and it's haunting me,
beating me.
And it's not even you, I don't even know you.
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