The rain it started tapping, against your glass again,
You were fast asleep, counting sheep as you dreamt,
These past few weeks you made me realize, the truth behind the stories,
Of a woman so beautiful nothing else could matter
So here's my heart upon silver platter
Just be careful cause its raw,
Your eyes are closed,
And the neighbors door is still wide open, perhaps a sign of things to come,
It's not where you're from or where you've been,
All that really matters is the thoughts inside your own head,
Will you sink or swim? Will you even jump at all,
But on the fall you know you'll only think of her,
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC
Your vagabond skin,
Is running far, far away from here
And the curves of your face,
Draw a map far far away from this landlocked place
It seems you've got the road in your blood
It seems you've got the road in your blood
But I don't really mind,
It seems that your one of my kind,
One of my kind
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
Flat lands, heart land
Home sick, tick tick tick
Goes the clock on your life
Until your body runs out of room to contain just what you've become
And tick tick tick goes the clock of your life, waiting behind walls
For some kind of savior
A knight in shining armor , or an angel in a sundress
Tick tick tick goes the clock of your life as you waste away behind suits and screens, waiting for a raise that never comes,
Tick tick tick goes the clock of your life,
And your wasting, behind hashtags
And false flags, and your waiting,
Degrading and slowly sinking, waiting
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
The new kid has moved to town,
And it's his first day at a new school , and he's nervous, nervous to play the fool
Now he's seen, seen the prettiest girl, he has even seen sitting down the aisle, he can tell that when she woke that morning, she did cry a little, but her bones are something far from brittle, and she is stuck, in the middle of something celestial
Lunch time comes, and the boy is too poor to eat, but the apple of his eye is kind, and presents him with a delicious home made treat, the sweetest thing he's ever tasted
It's recess now and staring at the sky he realizes no one can control the winds of time, or fate, but they always blow you to the shore
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
Porcelain pots, and my hair needled into knots,
I try and think of better thoughts
But ghosts they follow, and they haunt, and they turn my face something gaunt
And your traits you do flaunt,
With the depth of your angles unseen by most and my brain is burning, like toast,
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC
I haven't Been able to write lately, quite like I once did
I began to show you my real self, and to your room you ran and you hid
I heard what you were once called, the words you spoke left me appalled
So I thought of a new name, the queen of the leaves, and on the edge of your kingdom,
The peasants stop, and they stare
At the golden crown, woven into your
Hair
You sell them on tradition,
They all leave with a smile
And they say "thank you queen, oh thank you queen, I can see why your garden always stays green"
A wise wizard approached you one day with a confession
He proclaimed he saw you in a lavender induced dream, and it was so wonderful that when we awoke his whole day was already ruined,
You responded in a whisper, please fear not, mister...,I'm sorry but I do not know your name
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 10:06 PM UTC
At first I was just a simple stranger,
Casting shadows in the dark,
And it was hidden from you,
The danger
And soon we became friends,
And the morning summer sun did strike and create a spark,
Thinking back I should have probably kept my tongue in check ,
You were a wreck I could see, a gallant ocean liner, with an engine fire causing the guests to flee
But soon After, you were what I thought would be a lover,
I could tell you were nothing like anyone other
But beneath a blanket I did smother, the morning summer sunlights spark
You will now soon be the boss, so that thin line of professional we will never cross
Again
If I can't love you as a lover, I will love you as my friend
My resting head beneath your wood is just a passing trend
And I won't see you as often sooner then later, but perhaps trampling feet can allow you to see something greater l,
Know you won't but, maybe
You'll miss me just as much as I know ill miss you and your morning face,
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 10:11 AM UTC
Portions and percentAges
potions and false notions
Of home
Oh my oh my how your plants have grown
But I am a sinking stone, inside a princesses beach, and your hand is just out of reach
I am sinking, I think
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 10:07 AM UTC
You can try and keep things balanced, like a scale, upon an even keel
But such weight leaves me as bitter as orange peel
I guess I'm glad,
No one we know
Has even read a book, about body language
Just hide me in the back of the fridge, forgotten until months past expiration,
When I take my exploration , away from your wood, and away from this neighborhood
I still longingly look upon your face
Your the only one here that knows of my disgrace
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 10:05 AM UTC
So much, **** in the water
And on an island, you'd be surprised how quickly, it will take your son and your daughter
The harbor master steps down from his throne and screams about how everything he has ever known, is now cold and overgrown
There's so much **** in the water
We are sheep, and we are prime for slaughter, so please allow me to show you something of disorder
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 10:04 AM UTC