I have to stop dating musicians.
They always
Break my heart
So they can write better songs.
They **** me without loving me
So they can create new sounds.
I have to stop dating musicians.
They always speak of their dreams
They speak of their future
And the things they will accomplish
But none of it
Ever includes me.
I have to stop dating musicians.
They are in love with their instruments
Married to their sounds
Fully committed to themselves
I'm nothing but a nightmare
Compared to their dreams.
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC
Dear America,
what have you become,
so busy worried about where you’re going,
that you’ve forgotten where you’re from,
I am your begotten son,
and I love you,
I love you,
more than these wonderful words can say,
I love you but I don’t know what to do,
because I fear that you’ve gone astray,
like an abusive drunken Trump father,
or a used up distracted Hilary mother,
you seem so drunkenly enraged by greed,
engaged in a lustful want that you falsely believe is a need,
“Oh say can you see,
by the dawn’s early light”,
we bomb people we’ve never even seen before,
something must be wrong because nothing feels right,
why,
why am I scared of you,
maybe it’s your violent tendencies,
maybe it’s your egotistical ways,
maybe it’s how you’ve created all these enemies,
and now these enemies won’t just leave us alone and go away,
“Oh say,
can you see,
by the dawn’s early light”,
you are my parents and I look up to you,
I love to see the Statue of Liberty’s guiding light,
but honestly,
at this point I don’t know what to do,
I am your son,
and even after all you’ve put me through I still love you,
but I am absolutely terrified at what you’ve become,
what we’ve all become,
and even when I run far away to try and escape,
I realize we are family so no matter how far I run,
I am still an American,
because I am America’s Son,
come,
back home,
back to the times of apple pies peace and butterflies,
before,
the drones,
and satellites appeared ominously like shooting stars in the summer skies,
come,
inside,
let’s talk about life over home cooked pumpkin pie,
I’ve got some questions and I don’t mean to pry,
but why have we had to capitalize off destruction,
why do we still have war what is it’s real function,
why destroy when we can construct a constant connection,
a solid foundation with good intentions and clear instructions,
so we can finally heal and move forward as a family that properly functions!
Be a good husband,
be a good wife,
be a good person,
lead a good life,
look,
it’s not that complicated,
see all us children would forgive all your murderous mistakes,
if only you’d just take the first step and admit that you made them,
he served two tours in Iraq gave his all and lost his life for this country,
and all he got in return was that Arlington grave you gave him,
God please save him,
he was a good kid,
even though he killed,
he did it because his Uncle Sam told him to,
please don’t place him beneath us in Hell,
Uncle Sam didn’t know any better either,
and it seems his parents had raised him quite well,
but Uncle Sam’s not his brother’s keeper,
I am and I know my brothers well,
and when any of us lose any of our lives,
we only pray we leave with a story to tell,
because maybe we believe,
that when we leave this life we lead,
at least we leave the world a little bit better,
from sea to shining sea,
at least,
a little,
bit,
better.
Whatever,
what more do you want me to say,
I love you I am your son,
but I’m scared and that scared feeling won’t just go away,
“Oh say,
can you see,
by the dawn’s early light”,
I write by the light of the bright stars,
and through these words I’ve earned my stripes,
and since we’re on the subject when did the public,
go from stars and stripes to bars and fights?
Honestly America,
as much as I distrust and despise you I still put no one above you,
even though I’m ashamed of you for invading our privacy like an invasive enema,
I don’t even trust you anymore and the only One i used to trust was you,
you’re like a blemish on otherwise perfect skin like irritating eczema,
I am embarrassed,
of the ways in which you’ve behaved and all you’ve put us through,
but I am still your begotten son,
and after all you’ve put me through I still love you…
“Oh say can you see,
by the dawn’s early light”…
∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
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Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 12:10 AM UTC
I haven't felt this alone in years
and it's not from the lack of people
Around me
It's from the lack of you
I disappeared with you
My soul left
When yours did
I am
Invisible without
I doubt I'll ever
be seen again
You are
What held me together
When I would
Cry on your lap
you would say things like
"as long as we are together
no one will shatter
your pretty little heart"
because I was your person
And you were mine
forgive me for not
Holding you that night
When your world
Was so shattered
I couldn't see through the glass
Forgive me for
not reminding you
I loved you
when we last talked
I just never knew darling
That to the light
You would walk .
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 5:14 AM UTC
it will take forever
for me to get better
to get my life
back together
But this fast life
and these long lines
white lines
shine bright in the dark nights
hollow friendships
only smiling
when the drugs hit the system
when they're gone
everyone gets distant
fake love and fake caring
real drugs that we love sharing
inhale fabricated happiness
exhale all the hurt of yesterday
what your heart can't take,
darling
Your liver will
wait for jack
wait for the snow in July.
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 8:07 PM UTC
Stuck between
This is enough and
I need more from you
Put two free souls
In one room
And the sparks that fly
Will light up the room
In a fire they can't put out
Sparks will fly
A fire will burn
And to ashes they'll turn
Stuck between
There's too much of me
And not enough of you.
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 2:30 AM UTC
On the hottest day of the year
In my room all I had was rain
Because the sun was so bright
Not a soul cared to ask how I was
Because the smile on my face
Was painted so well
That even the ones who
Loved me the most
Looked at me with a smile
On their face and so sure
Of themselves said
“see, you’re okay.”
For once maybe once
Could someone ask
“are you sure?”
when I tell them I’m fine.
For once maybe once
Can you look me in the eyes
And see inside me
And not past?
Just because I smile today
Doesn’t mean tomorrow
I won’t want to die.
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
Before you, I did not notice much. They say that when you fall in love, nothing and no one else matters. but that’s not true. When you fall in love, everything matters just a little more. Songs now make sense, all of the sudden you yearn for a dozen roses and another coat of mascara now makes a difference. When I fell in love with you, I realized that sidewalks are made for two, that two chair tables outside small coffee shops are meant for dates, and that ice cream tastes better when its shared. The sun, the stars, winter, trees, coffee, Chinese takeout, beer, long car rides, pools, walking, TV shows, funny movies, perfect fitting jeans, new makeup, curled hair, new outfits, and everything in-between, mattered so much more when I fell in love with you. Suddenly, home was no longer my mother’s house Sunday mornings with the smell of pancakes, home was anywhere and everywhere as long as I was with you. What I am trying to say here is that now you’re gone and I’m homesick and I don’t know where home is anymore.
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 7:38 PM UTC
Your hair falling on your face
Your body flying over their heads
Their arms your waves
You swim through them
Like a sound wave
In one ear out the other
Grab their attention by the throat
Make them swallow you whole
They way you grabbed my throat
And made me fall for your soul
Can we turn into art together honey?
Can you name your songs after me
The way you did for her?
Can I turn our love into a book
They way I did for him?
Can we forget who they were?
Remind ourselves daily
Of who we are?
You're like whiskey down my throat
Harsh but it feels like home.
You’ve turned into my all
And I want you to know.
That loving me is not wrong.
Loving me is not wrong.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 8:11 PM UTC
You would call unexpectedly all the time saying you missed me. you loved me. you begged me to come back “You know I can’t do that” I would say, to what you always replied “I need a second chance, please forgive me.” You always said the same thing, “you hurt me, I’m sorry, we’re just not getting back together”, I really meant it. I was in love with someone else already. so desperately in love. Now, he’s gone. and now I’m the one calling begging for his return, “You know I can’t do that” he says, “but I love you, please, I need a second chance” I always said the same thing. “I’m sorry doll, you’ve hurt me, we just can’t get back together, you’ll be okay.” And he would hang up. It was then that I understood your pain.
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 8:13 PM UTC
Wake up woman. Don't you see that his love is no longer yours? Truths dripping in honey are not what you need. There's a cold harsh winter hitting your heart as we speak woman don't you see. That your happiness is worth more than his. That the love you two shared was swallowed by the waves of the ocean and forgotten but don't worry soon you'll forget his face. You'll scrub your skin in the shower so much that his fingertips will no longer be there. Woman please believe me when I tell you that he doesn't care. He’s not too busy. His week isn’t all booked. He didn’t just miss your call. If he acts like he doesn’t care, then he doesn’t care. Get up from your knees and brush it off. I know you wish for his arms to hold you but you have got to hold your own. Love yourself enough to walk away from a man that can only half love you. Love yourself enough to leave half *** apologies behind. Realize you deserve the love you keep trying to give him. Choose yourself for once. And every morning that you wake up. Choose yourself.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 8:26 PM UTC