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adam-paul-gonzales
adam-paul-gonzales
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I once told you I could fly That, for you, I could and would do anything I promised you everything that I could think of Rubies, gardens, magic, and rings I even said that, for you, I would live my life over again That was a long time ago, and yet the memory remains crystal I can't seem to remember what I ate for lunch, yet I can remember those promises And that's okay I once told you I would never run away That, no matter what, I would not give in to the black I promised a world free of shackles, just for us A world of love, truth, and possibility I even sang you the song I would not sing for anyone else A long time ago, I once told you I could fly and you believed me I lied My wings were made of paper
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Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 12:30 AM UTC
My Wings Were Made of Paper
Fire spread upon the heart And you, well you tor mine apart But just because the song won't start Doesn't mean that we have to give up And since the thought of you, it makes me weak My lips are moving but I can't speak Now the hope has fin'lly reached it's peak We just have to let go and see where we fall For now I know That I can't let go But maybe Maybe You can And that's alright with me Time is fleeting in my chest: A cavity where birds make their nest And yes, I once said it in jest But believe me now when I say That I'll follow you through blood and smoke And your eyes are enough to invoke My heart to laugh, although it's broke The spiral ends in a pit For now I know That I can't let go But maybe Maybe You can see That now I am A stronger man And somehow Somehow You see The good in me
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Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 8:11 PM UTC
Spiral
The men they circled round about, their fates in hands of rock A crouor pool of heated hate, attracting ore to dock And blood got tossed the meteor, the sparks they flew askew For death befell the monarch's nest, though Queens lived life anew And maybe they'd been living in a casket full of lies Or possibly they were not braced for crimson, blood-red skies But either way the sheet of flame, upon the shallows fell A claret ring of bitter gore; the gateway into Hell
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Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 10:12 PM UTC
Blood Got Tossed the Meteor
As I sit waiting in my lonely castle, gripping onto the parapets, I pray that I can keep myself away from the fringe of reality And though I am not lost, it still drives me bonkers that I cannot raise myself up as some sort of merciful avatar; some sort of pillar that cannot be driven into a tailspin as gravity falls around it Yet, I find that I have leverage in this scenario—that my choices do not fall on pale wings supported by goodfeathers Somehow this calms me and keeps me feeling supported in a world of alphas, and I know that my final words—even if they do not end with me yelling eureka—will have the effectiveness and power of the big bang theory And I carry on in thought, yearning for some sort of fairy tail that doesn’t need to begin with “once upon a time,” but that can still lead to a grassy meadow where I can my lay my hands on just one firefly So I pull on the cape that I was given from this King of Queens, ready to chuck myself over the ledge of the tower, fearing that these pocket monsters I carry with me will do nothing to save my fall And even though I’m mad about you, and even though I feel like I’m stuck somewhere in the middle, I trust that my life will be saved solely on the fact that I am a person of interest to all For now I see the end and fear the worst, surrounded by freaks and geeks, by a full house in dire need of home improvement And despite the fact that family matters, I find that I would give it all away to help a lost girl if it meant saving me In the end I grab the block of black and, with regret, I end it all with the click of a button
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Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC
Blank Screen
As I sit waiting in my lonely castle, gripping onto the parapets, I pray that I can keep myself away from the fringe of reality And though I am not lost, it still drives me bonkers that I cannot raise myself up as some sort of merciful avatar; some sort of pillar that cannot be driven into a tailspin as gravity falls around it Yet, I find that I have leverage in this scenario—that my choices do not fall on pale wings supported by goodfeathers Somehow this calms me and keeps me feeling supported in a world of alphas, and I know that my final words—even if they do not end with me yelling eureka—will have the effectiveness and power of the big bang theory And I carry on in thought, yearning for some sort of fairy tail that doesn’t need to begin with “once upon a time,” but that can still lead to a grassy meadow where I can my lay my hands on just one firefly So I pull on the cape that I was given from this King of Queens, ready to chuck myself over the ledge of the tower, fearing that these pocket monsters I carry with me will do nothing to save my fall And even though I’m mad about you, and even though I feel like I’m stuck somewhere in the middle, I trust that my life will be saved solely on the fact that I am a person of interest to all For now I see the end and fear the worst, surrounded by freaks and geeks, by a full house in dire need of home improvement And despite the fact that family matters, I find that I would give it all away to help a lost girl if it meant saving me In the end I grab the block of black and, with regret, I end it all with the click of a button
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You say no to writing, to speaking, to thought Yet this evening you laughed as we bantered and talked My heart is aflutter, my shackles are cracked The guards have dispersed, my odds fairly stacked The walls I constructed to keep me alive Are no longer hiding the fear deep inside I'm yearning for something I once thought oblique But now fin'lly realize its linear streak You once told me that there was no way to win And to start life all over, to refresh once again I've told you I love you through poems, books, and song And now I will prove that, for once, you were wrong
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Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
Finally, the Finish Line
A positive outlook on a situation so bleak The words fill my mouth, but my voice will not speak I yearn for the comfort of wanting what's right But fear that I don't have the will left to fight A shaken foundation that stands ten feet tall Can be toppled by nothing, yet I pray for its fall A passive suggestion that holds no grounds base But I dream every night of that look on your face And I know that the chances of happ'ning are slim And that your sight on the end goal are nothing but dim You can't blame me for trying, I know what I need So 'til then I will hope for a spot to take lead
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Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
Once Chance Left to Fall
So now the moon sets down The once bright sun burns out Can all this come from one lie Why did I have to hide And now I know what I was all along As I kneel and mourn for the loss of love’s sweet song But now I’ve faded I become the hated I’m lost And as the end draws near I accept my empty fate So full of fear, of loneliness and hate But now I let My soul turn to regret I’m dead But if there’s hope upon an empty throne I know that I’ll wear it so sad and all alone For you’ve discarded My broken heart and I’m fault I know I fooled myself I’ve made it my own Hell By saying that it’d be alright If I simply mingled in the inky depths of Night For now the stars give up My white intents were not enough All of this came from the blackness of deceit And the burning fear that slowly raised its heat Now I say goodbye I know that she truly tried The pain I feel in the fading of my heart Is not alive, for after all my soul’s been ripped apart
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Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
Alsenoth's Lament
Why is it that when the Sun goes down All the lights in the sky don’t stay around Well the Moon is there and wears his white clothes And he shares her light that much he knows And why is it that the Sun returns to the sky But the foolish Moon decides some nights to hide The Sun never fails to shine her light on the earth So why does the Moon chose to hide from her Well the Sun never sets it just shines elsewhere But it’s true that the Moon might just disappear And the Sun won’t complain she’ll just lend him her light So if he comes out he can shine bright at night Yes it’s true that the Moon wears pure white clothes For the Sun cleans them well so that he can show How much he loves life even if he is scared So he shows her his love and the life he’s prepared Now the Moon has stepped up, he shines bright all month long And all because he lives off her sweet song Her rays warm him all through the day and the night And he vows to forever be her true satellite
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Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
The Courting of the Sun and Moon
Sometimes I forget what you look like And it scares the hell out of me Other times I remember your smell, and nothing else But no matter what, and without fail, I think about you daily A girl of hope A woman of beauty A lady of love Sometimes I remember things that I shouldn't Small things of little consequence Like when you lent me your pencil because mine had run dull And you told me to keep it after Other times I remember things I wish I wouldn't Like when I told you, ''No,'' and said I had no interest For I was simply too scared of you--scared of how amazing you were; I paled in comparison But no matter what, every night, I wish I had spoken sooner I didn't know that you were oblivious This was never a game to me: the prize was too precious I should have taken the chance Then I'd find hope Then I'd find beauty Then I'd find love
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Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 3:08 AM UTC
Of Risks and Regrets
I'm not over you Not yet Maybe never Is that really that bad?
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Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 6:04 PM UTC
Not Yet