I want to paint you a pitcure
With blues and yellows and reds
An image for your soul to take in
My perception ingrained in your head.
That split second before your lips touch mine
I want to transform our feelings into colors
And splatter them all over your fears
Of how I could ever love another.
But love comes in many forms
Different ways and different shades
And although he sleeps next to me
I still lie awake.
And during the time I lay there
Trying to rest my tired mind
That place between reality and dreams
Thats where I find you everytime.
And if i could just use our colors
To cover up the truth
Harness our left over innocence
Preserve the happiness of our youth
Then maybe we could just sit here
Your hand in mine
The picture of perfection
A work of art that knows no time.
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 2:10 PM UTC
Its hard to sit here
And not believe everything that I think
But my mind cant be trusted
When your words are like led paint
That you inject into my spirit everytime we talk
And I know its raining outside
But I really think we should walk
And will you hold my hand
When im electrocuted?
My mouth is a radio
My mind is a television
Ive never been original
Only regergatared
Ive never been original
This heart will always be contaminated
He asked me "when you go to sleep
Do you dream of electric sheep"
If anyone lacks empathy
Its you not me
Your insides are numb, ive always carried your pain
Now im looking for the remedy
To melt my static brain
But everyone has there ways
Of turning the world around
And im just trying to keep up
Before I crash into the ground
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 2:07 PM UTC
I feel like i spend all my time
trying to paint burning houses
always throwing myself into
these hopeless causes
Driving myself up crumbling walls
and wasting all my paint
Now my world only spins
in shades of monochromatic
my colorless eyes
looking oh so dramatic
what i wouldnt give for a
heart attack or severe fever
just so i could feel something
Ive got a reckless tounge
and a destination addiction
speaking words i wish i felt
in all these different positions
just waiting for the flash flood
to carry me somewhere new
But everywhere i go
its just the same old ****
the sun stares me down, i run
happiness is not worth it
so ill lock myself inside
this half a home
untill my sane abandons me
then
maybe
I
Can
Sleep.
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 1:58 PM UTC
I hear a voice
Screaching noise
Is it in or outside my head?
Is it mad?
Is it sad?
Is it my brain
Or my heart that's dead?
Well ill cut it out
Slice it up
Take it out to the back
To the streets
To the thugs
Pass it off as ****
Can you feel me?
Can you hear me now?
Ill shine my shoes
and get my coat
They'll never know
Ill be on top
Be a rock
Be the star of the show.
Am I experiencing reality yet?
Well this is what
Staying up til 5 am does
Ive got an itch that I cant scratch
Im covered in membrane and dust.
Sharpin my knife
Dont think twice
Ill disect the top layer
Take out the bad
Leave the good
But then there is
Nothing there
At all.
Try to put
It back in
But it doesn't fit
So ill serve it on a hot plate
Let you take it all in.
How's it taste?
Whats it like?
Don't ask the price.
Is it hot?
Does it burn?
Does it stick to your tounge?
You can't afford it anyway.
You cant afford it anyway.
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 1:46 PM UTC
Im split in two,
Like a pair of old shoes,
One is in the dryer,
The other caught fire,
And I dont know what to do.
Well my mom shouts,
" darlin you cant leave this house..
Til you've got both shoes on your feet!"
But even if I found both shoes,
Id still be incomplete.
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 5:33 PM UTC
So just call me dr. Frankenstein,
With this sick twisted need,
To bring the dead back to life.
Where did you go?
Who is this impostor?!
Ive turned everyone I love into monsters.
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 5:32 PM UTC
You say its all
"Mind over matter"
But I've misplaced my brain,
Its no matter anyway,
For ive got flowers in my veins!
Most are in bloom and gorgeous,
But those roses are such liars,
Im scratched up on the inside,
Pullin thorns out with pliers.
And although it looks quite messy,
I cant feel a thing,
For how can I percieve this pain,
When I still cant find my brain?!
Did I stick it in the toaster?
Did I drop it on the floor?
Maybe The cheshire cat stole it.
Just messin with my head,
Im sure.
But no, I do not mind,
Cause nothing really matters.
Im lost but im not late,
Drinkin tea with the mad hatter.
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 5:31 PM UTC