I keep attempting
In my own mind
to keep this
Teeter Totter,
A yellow
Teeter Totter,
On the ground,
But it just keeps swaying.
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 1:44 PM UTC
Man
Single
As the wind
As our sadness
Flows
You
Empty
As our sun
Quite ironic
though
That
All space
Must crumble
Beneath your feet
When
Not
One thing
Creates us
As our mothers
did
What
Threat comes
And disturbs
your peace amongst
us?
Jul 26, 2012
Jul 26, 2012 at 1:26 AM UTC
In this grassy ground he lay
His body rests without dismay
To see that he now holds no sorrow
Will give me hope yet for tomorrow
Beneath this ground lay he in peace
Beneath here lay O'l Grey Maurice
Jul 26, 2012
Jul 26, 2012 at 1:19 AM UTC
O' Horrid love; despaired as I
Please take no more from me
For thou has taken much tonight
As thou has made them flee
And I will rise just as I've done
The past crates, the future comes
And I will rise
And I will rise
Just as the restless morning sun
O' Horrid love; despaired as I
You've done enough to show
As in my restless nights I cry
Your mission is to grow
And so I've lost in all your jest
I have been wounded for the best
And so I've lost
And so I've lost
But I know well that it's a test
O' Horrid love; despaired as I
I see now your despair
To wish and hope, with much a'try
To build with nothing there
As you unfold your greatest plan
You suffer tragedies at hand
As you unfold
As you unfold!--
You lose no hope for those who stand
Jul 25, 2012
Jul 25, 2012 at 2:31 AM UTC
Not many understand the concept of breathing
For the rain became placid
And as of result, my mind became numb
And as the serenity of what is
Becomes the serenity of what was,
Our bodies travel forward
In this Fourth Dimension
People Lose Sight Of Time
And what a proficient view!
Men walk the streets beneath
Their great umbrellas,
People feign their beliefs in humanity
But as it so happens to be--
There Is None
"Why won't you come my darling?
Where is it that you plan to go?"
And she would ignore the very syllables
I pathetically spat
And the very life of the sound had withered away
It became your favorite toy,
You know?
The one you lent your cousin;
The one that lost it's heroism in his hands
As it lost it's leg--
As his Fourth Dimensional state changed in what
seemed to be an instant!
So entirely drastic
For my change was not noticeable
To the naked eye--
And what a proficient view!--
That one only sees my eyes water
And my lungs spout a shriek
Nothing drastic
But Now I Can't Shriek
For I am now a man
And my lungs may only keep me breathing,
Or so the concept goes
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 2:27 AM UTC
Leading the wind in the wrong direction
I'm doing everything wrong
It'd flawless
More flawless
If only perfection
Was all and
Defections
Were gone
And the wind will ****
It will torture my lead
It will **** everything
Opposite of our greed
And as so carved in stone
As created to plead
As created to master
my soul just to breed
more bad thoughts
in my
head
O' please just go instead
I don't deserve you;
Perfection ain't dead.
Jul 18, 2012
Jul 18, 2012 at 2:43 AM UTC
I've felt it deep as I walked down this road
I've felt it deep as I stumbled
And Here I am where my speaking's just mumbles
O' and I've felt it deep as I crumbled
But think of your madness
It's sunk into me
It's sunk through my clothes
Through my eyes and I can't see
But you can;
Why won't you set yourself free
Why can't you just
Forget about me?
Jul 18, 2012
Jul 18, 2012 at 2:27 AM UTC
Flamboyancy and wit
Such things are of attribute
But one can only imagine!
Imagine that there was this.
Aphrodite has walked
On your toes
But then to imagine
That life would grant
Such fortune as to be
Graced with such misery
But this Flamboyancy and wit--
Where can I find it?
Where must i go; but to
The ends of this world
No--
You see, this Flamboyancy
Found in all it's buoyancy
Among my mind, it
Found all it's Flamboyant wit
Just treading by; and then
it sat at my side in
All it's marvelous, buoyant
wight
In all it's marvelous, buoyant
wit.
So locks of perfection,
Crispy and brown
Armored at the teeth
I wouldn't say more than
Could be meant, but I meant well
As it was a fancy
I've touched this crisp and
It is, but the softest--
Just the greatest of all
Things--
Setting the standard
And there
It sat to my right...
So there's this elaborate Charm
Such flamboyant carelessness
This luxuriant eminence
Of pure intellect
Sports-y and adequate
Not in my reach
But this Flamboyancy and style!
Such wit in her words
Such grace in her laugh
Such power in that mind
And those witty words are
Sharper than paper
For paper cuts hurt more than
The broken bone
And paper cuts can hinder
more than crutches
And Beelzebub does the devil
Set aside,
For hers stare is innocence
That moves mountains
As the hand of God did
And melted Hell's fire
As the ice from Pluto might
Yet no Asclepius is of help
At the sharp pound of her eye
You'll land in a comma
You'd dream of more grace--
Like an angelic Succubus
That kills with innocence
And this Flamboyancy,
This wit--
It sat right at my right
But my inept pliancy
Will find itself in a buoyant
Force of a thousand
Jedi and of a strength that
Only the proper charisma
Could ever properly
Sustain--
And until such appears
I'll just worship that allure--
That accidental allure
Of Universal forces
As that of which is found the second
Iron is formed in a Red Giant
Nothing else would
Please me more...
Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 4:59 PM UTC