I have found a new surge of energy
It's called watching the worms crawl
Watch them crawl up the spout
Because you are bound to see them fall
You may not hear them scream
(though maybe in a dream)
It will remind you that the world is truly not the way it seems
I have found a new surge of energy
And yes I have found it in a drink
My words become more meaningful
But maybe not as meaningful as i think
It frees me from restraints
Away from my normal side
It reminds me that the world is still a place where you could learn to fly
I have found a new surge of energy
Its in my spirituality
It makes me feel that there is more to life
than caring about "reality"
Its place you can go to feel as you should
A place of thought and wonder
It reminds me that the world one day will soon be going under
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 4:13 PM UTC
The wind is sending goose bumps up
And down my arms
Telling me to go where it goes
It picks me up
And chimes the future into my ears
Whistles between each piece of hair
Sending a chill
To the nape of my neck
The wind brings me to places
I have never been before
My mind makes it to be a whole new world
Flying so high
The ground looks like the patches of a quilt
The sky is wet of fog, but the ground is so dry
The wind put me back down
Back on my feet
Back to the ground
To some place unknown
I know it's trying to tell me something
But it has no voice of it's own
The wind blows away
With a furious catch in my ear
To which I think it is trying to say
"Goodbye my young dear"
May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 7:55 PM UTC
Looking down, I don't want the sun to shine
Don't want it to wince my eyes
Oh no, I never want to wake up
Looking down, I dont want to look you in the face
Cause its changed, it's a warped circle of lace
Eyes sunken in and black, tired from this rat race
My eyes don't look the same as when we first met
Now full of remorse and stuck in a rut
The ashtray is over flowed but you ain't moved yet
So full of cigarettes
Still lost in my regrets.
May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 9:57 PM UTC
I'm all worn out I can never get a break
My brain hurts, this smile is one i've got to fake
All they want me to think about is school, school, school
But the only thing I can think about is you, you, you.
I've been trying to understand the way that you treat us all
You say no one cares
But is it really you who cares about no one?
You tweak when you dont get what you want
But haven't you had enough?
A 25 year long party seems too much
All the things you've stollen, all the things you have bought
Can't you take a look at what you've already got?
You're bitter and you're unfair
Your face is the one I cannot bare
Please look away because its something we cannot see
Eyes bulged out like you've drank too many energy drinks
Pupils small like you know that reality cannot be seen
Denial is a lot stronger then it may seem
The only time I ever see you now
Is in my dreams fire burning, vivid screams
Spirits crawling up and down the walls seams
Oh, there you are behind the window screen
Ma, pa?
You're never going to believe what I've seen.
May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 9:47 PM UTC
Copy,cut, and paste
It's easy to tell the difference between some people based on race
But when it comes to how we dress its all
Copy, cut, and paste
It's easy to hold grudge to someone as long as its not face to face
But as soon as they come close to you it's all
Copy, cut, and paste
It's easy to tell someone that you only work at your own pace
But when your all alone its all
Copy, cut, and paste
You can tell someone that the gossip ain't so
But before you fall asleep at night you know
It's copy, cut and, paste
You can say it was all done with your own hand
But the expert will always know
This ******** isn't original
We are all copy, cut, and paste.
May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 10:11 PM UTC
Your handsome face so sorrow based
I'd hate too see you cry
I know there was always something in the air that made you want to fly
Your wings will dip behind me with our faces intertwinded
Your love is like an open book
The pages burned in lines
You're rough around the edges
Your fethers ruffled at the seam
Your love is like an open book
You fear all of your dreams
You're happy in the saddest ways
You make me want to scream
Your love is like an open book
Please get away from me
May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 10:02 PM UTC