She's so happy with the teeth dear
Now they're perfect, pearly white
And she's looking at the rest dear
'Cos she's heard of Mack the Knife
It's those crows feet round the eyes oh
Keep those boobies way out of sight
And those wondrous thunder thighs oh
They're going under Mackey's knife
She's been thinking of her friends babe
Dear old Lotte and sweet Lucy Brown
Oh how jealous they will be babe
Once old Mackey's been to town
She's withdrawing all her stash now
She'll be poor but look so right
Someone's taking all her cash now
And that someone's Mack the Knife
Sometimes, I am very impulsive
And sometimes, even compulsive
Can you imagine, that I am imperfect?
It all must be shocking to you all, for sometimes, I am who I am
Sometimes, I am very dark and somewhat confusing
And sometimes, I just don’t know when to stop refusing
But, does that make me so much different than you ?
Oh man , it must be shocking that sometimes, someone like me is someone like you
Sometimes, I can be aggressive
Or even sometimes, I can be incredibly passive
But, imagine that sometimes, me being me, is someone like you
And at the end of the day, sometimes, and I mean sometimes, is someone like you
Sometimes, I wonder if you are listening.
Sometimes, these deep dark entrenching vines crush me
I could only wish that sometime you will listen to me
It is all so plain to see; and sometimes, I blow things our of proportion but, now, you aren't glistening
Sometimes you understand me; Have the tides finally turned?
Changing into something hoping you realize that sometimes we are both deranged
I feel sometimes, that my life, and your life, need to be rearranged
And some time, maybe one day, you will finally accept me
behind the clouds
willing and waiting.
on the beach
gracing the sand,
steady and warm.
She was reluctant
struck by her love
and afraid to say it.
He was reluctant
hurt by past love
and afraid to jump in.
She was wet eyes
and open ears
fragile but resilient.
He was a strong face
and a scarred mind
strong but misunderstood.
She was green eyes
iridescent in the daytime
twinkling in the night.
He was green eyes
hiding in the daytime
opening in the night.
She was deep, endless
ready for anything
He was reserved,
hurt and unsure
We met by chance
and I'm still
trying to figure out
what we are.
Touch my universe
Touch my reality
My reality's a bubble
Touch my everything
Touch my nothing
I want you to throw me to the fires of digital
I want you to kick me into a hole of downloads
I want you to punch me with a fist, full of beautiful status updates
I want your numbers to fall on my chest from fifteen-hundred miles away
I want computer components to crush my legs
Blank thoughts encumbered in darkness
the allure of prismed light
flashes before my eyes.
Gems and pearls
fall from the clouds
while the sunset
still remains at midnight
courts pure hope, chasing both
up puzzling flights of stairs
jaded pages, and crystallized doors
tempting, desires whisper
to the angels of hell
I turn left
weighing harmony and hell
just as sweet
honey drizzled hummingbirds
zipping around a live wire.
I have been eating flowers recently and hoping that one day I will be able to restart the garden in my heart that you tore apart. The light will shine again and roses will bloom to the steady staccato beat of my pulse, daisies and sunflowers rising up from the ground to create their own sunrise. Pale pink buds of tulips and bright blue violets will paint my veins with vivid life, the world beautiful again, the air fresher, my heart better.
The more I consume, the less there is of you and more of nature; earth taking over to heal the hurt in my soul. I tell myself this will work, it will succeed eventually; but inside the core of everything there is the pin prick of reality that leads me back to the truth.
For despite everything, I still love you.
First, last, always.