I used to get lost in your body
Like porcelain, doll-like beauty
But your side of the bed is empty
Night, the time I miss you most.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 6:09 AM UTC
Just because the road is closed
It doesn't mean it can't be walked
No foundation for their expectations.
In the space where someone used to be
Is there a void or space to breathe?
Why are so many people around us
When I wanted it to be just us?
It turns out in the long run
All they wanted to do was untrust us.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
Sitting in this still empty space
A space opposite the first place
You dumped me
Surrounded by aging remnants
Of our tender love
You left me here, again
Sorry symbols of our love surround me
Leaving me to stare the past
To annihilation.
This time it's different
I will not have you back
You crawled to me before
When your judgment was slack
But I learn lessons
From past panic and pain
My temper was stretching
Our love wasn't the same
You left me here, again
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
Taking the harder path, in the long run
A change of plan, held close to heart
Is harder to let go.
The easier path, it seems for now
Taken with love
Finding meaning through time.
Upward spiraling life,
Brings old opportunities anew
The growth of one full turn,
The Wheel of Life keeps spinning.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
Oh cousin, you are my polar opposite
Bound by blood and circumstance
To sit with you is a requisite
As you'll never go out to dance.
You sit at home a lot, reclusive
The king of your own castle
My patience with you is exclusive
But for blood, it's worth the hassle.
The golden age of our youth
Our adventures near and far
You told me what changed you
What left your spirit marred.
It all left your heart colder
At times I don't even know you
When you gave me the cold shoulder
It was like twisting a *****
My intentions were always good
I wanted to be there for you
A friend in need, more than blood
Though your kind words were few.
It's best we leave some distance
This friendship of ours love/hate
Until I am ready to listen again
It's best that we separate.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 6:04 AM UTC
There once was a **** called Burt
Who said that he'd never been hurt
He falls for The Prom Queen
Who ****** the whole ball team
Poor Burt now knows she's a flirt.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC
Green and mean, stench of nature
Tiny glass rocks, pale smoke
Combusted, inhaled, exhaled, ecstasy
Pathways to another dimension.
Sometimes bringing fear
Mostly tranquilising
Words flow even better
When you are in my veins.
Hearing the hidden
Under your influence
Feeling everything
Sensory affluence.
Becoming more accepted
In this backward world
A symbol of peace
Mother nature's milk.
Toyed with by Man
Now mutated, stronger
I long to stroke you
As you stand in nature.
Pass, pass, pass, pass
You are mine alone
And better with others
Tender unassuming glory.
I like to hold you
Feel you crumble
With sticky residue
A plant, so humble.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 8:21 AM UTC
I change my moods as you talk to me less
Why you weren't there is anyone's guess
Repelling as easily as I have attracted
Learning that nothing lasts forever.
I was being my best self, selflessly
Trying on social altruism, a place for all
A den for hedonism and parties
But now you never call.
The one in the middle, must hold it together
When I fell apart, fragmentation
Thoughts of it lasting forever
Rumination and contemplation.
My core knew it was unsustainable
I was moving toward my destiny
One final summer of debauchery
Now I'm the one gathering infamy.
Lessons learned, in the end
Growing up together, of all ages
I'm glad I can still call you friend
It was only one of those stages.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 7:54 AM UTC
Softly caress my ears, songs of yesteryear
Making sense of the here and now
When was your sound, you play so well?
Stunned to find you're active now.
Expectation, that song of yours
Makes me feel comfortable with break-ups
Crying my tears dry imagining,
If it ever happened how easy it would be.
If I hung out with you guys, I know
We would be like long lost pals
The music you play is my truth also
Your songs are like inspiration calls.
Vintage sound, yet ultimately timeless
I think you deserved that Grammy
Vampire Weekend, I couldn't care less
Could never imagine your infamy.
Awakened my kundalini for sure
Such a connection to your genius
Your messages loud and pure
Thank you, Tame Impala.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 7:35 AM UTC
How many times, must I swing from a height
To an inevitable hollow of apathy and decay?
Riding the crest of a 30 foot wave
Strewn ashore to begin paddling the sea of life anew.
Stability is a still lake, calm and serene
Yet lacking sublimity and inspiration
Passivity, the bitter sweetness of fitting in
Normal I may be, but seemingly dull.
If only I could be coherent
When high, like tributaries to a river
Each stream of consciousness
Adding to a global master plan.
Exodus of the emotions, the Latin ecstase
As it pours forth unending, without pause
Elation edgy yet welcomed
To some my words seem without cause.
Surely there is some truth
Some empirical evidence that says
Hypomania is unsorted flourishing
Condensed and concentrated well-being.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC