It's been another cold summer
with the
air conditioner running nonstop -
Yeah I am constantly caught up - at screen
Racing thoughts I capture them
plus
nightmares are right there
to deform ideas, but ideally
I'd die for, my ideals
Yeah
So I try to warn my peers to keep it real
But honestly, my fear is
it appears that no one wants to hear
About that **** rather just amount to ****
Pout and ***** sulk and disconnect
I'm ******* repulsed by it - so I choose not
To follow suit and instead chase my heart -
Call a ***** a ***** and just make this art
Yeah rather that than rage for days
Yeah I'd rather work away the pain than relax distracted from the fact that we are each a slave - in one way or another
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC
I said - what?!
I can earn much cash
as long as
I serve enough ads?
maybe...
Food & Drink ? (please.)
*" and who would think
the Hive would lie?
Besides -
You and I both know we're better off than the next guy
You know, the left side type to return from work and gets high? " *
I tend to the bars to ascend into stars
probably end up on Mars by the time I end this verse -
'cause life's too short not to fight this war
So worry free? Never me.
I liked when words
get the recipe - stirred
must be, -
why I'm the latest scoop
must be, -
when I didn't post up on the greatest stoop
See - it let me be free, - unnerved
instead of
splurging at every urge occurring and I'm worried
so of course I'm surging with venom,
one man's poison and is another man's medicine
but every moment you're in is blurring with desire and sin and
Emergency - Insurgency
Insurance schemes - and murderous fiends
swerving from being purged of their devilish ways
and I thought I was just at the rebellious age
but this is the rebellious age, where selfishness gets paid
Personally? I don't know if I'll never make it well...
probably wake up naked in the bottom of a well
for the words I wrote and just
walk up to gates of hell
ugh... let me re-explain myself....
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 11:07 PM UTC
why is it
#love #life #sad
#pain #depression
#death #hurt #you
#thoughts #heartbreak
are always trending
#everywhere?
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
light your cigarette again
i'll try to breathe toxic air like im the one addicted.
i found myself in the flicker of your lighter,
only warm when your fingers were on me
i used to be forest fires
volcanoes
heat waves
now i am the dying ember in your ash bowl.
forgive me for wanting to feel your lips against my skin
ice melts in the presence of heat,
and you could never be less then me.
cigarette breaks are temporary
but the black in your lung is permanent.
you lit me with the intentions of putting me out
but I promise my flame will kindle every time you try to exhale me out
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
There is a girl, a girl so fair
With silver eyes and moonlit hair
Her skin like snow is pale and white
She dances in the moonlit night
She's singing under the midnight moon
It truly is a beautiful tune
She is a beauty, she is my queen
The most beautiful girl I've ever seen
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
As I lay me down for sleep,
Know my vow I said I'd keep...
When grim of dream
comes seeping in
And cruelest monsters
scratch my skin
I shall seek safety
I've found in you
Shielded by a love
so sweet and true
I promise to fight
the vexatious dark
And find myself calm
with nary a mark.
So peaceful sleep, please find me now
I close my eyes, heart holding vow
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
I go out to dinner with a near stranger
we sit on the same side of the booth and
I think about how you're the only one who
knows how much I hate that
I drink a drink with ***** and lime and
***** and it almost makes me feel like
I know who I am when I'm with someone else
I don't think of you often but last night I did
I remembered how your arms are the
only place where I am not self-conscious
I lie next to him on my balcony and
there are a lot of stars above us but
I'm the only one who notices
he is thinking about what I look like naked and
I'm counting how many hours of sleep
I will get if he leaves before 2
there is not an absence of feeling,
just a different kind than I'm used to
he touches my hand and I smile in
a way that doesn't feel forced
I spend a day with a near stranger and realize
there is so much he does not know about me,
so much he doesn't care to
like how I got my nose pierced at 14 or
the amount of time I spend in the mirror each morning
picking myself into something I can carry only semi-confidently
he only learns I can't ride a bike when he asks if I want to
he has no idea that my blonde is shielding a deep brown or
when I got the freckle above my lip or
the inch long scar underneath my chin
he doesn't care and that's okay
when he leaves we say I miss you but
in a different way than I'm used to
it is not a pain swelling to be morphined
nor is it a pulling from the gut but instead
it is the ever temporary desire to fill the excess lonely
we say I miss you and still mean it but
it is not the missing that a body feels for
a phantom limb
I am with him now and probably will be again but
moving on doesn't mean I don't miss you
it only means I'm trying not to
just because I'm all right doesn't mean
I don't wonder how you are
I can still be happy with the existence of a quiet ache
but yes I do
miss you,
I will until the day I can sleep without having to count sheep
I will miss you even if there are no stars in the sky to remind me
I don't think of you but last night I did
the moon was too bright and
I was the only one
who noticed
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
sometimes i write just to talk to get the words out of my mouth so
they aren't crawling around in there
like worms
waiting to be speared with a hook
his tongue pierced feels good
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC
What's one day in the grand scheme?
mistakes branding bland dreams
realities - future and past halves of me
split personalities
splitting these arteries
the artist in me
scavenging what I can
to understand, why smile
wasting time
tasting wine
erasing mind
until basically blind -
OTC's won't assist this OCD
thinking of insanity, no it won't be me
I refuse, to let this fuse
run out of room - I say, Let it burn.
https://soundcloud.com/the_mjv/ogcjm
.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
The sky was open, solemn and bright.
My intriguing mind wondering what would happen next.
My Life, elements of so many hard times and frustrations
Charging my Soul, crushing me sometimes
In a silent root, played with invisible hands.
I guess the World is a strange place,
For each one of us, a different meaning.
We fall like the rain, each drop from the sky
We stay here, we grow, we laugh, we cry
Then one day, we return
We go perhaps to the same place
A place we call Home, near the stars...
In this moment it´s raining as when I born
After a moment of Pain and Joy
I wish this brings a beautiful journey
In this great Universe.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC