You're on my mind
Feel so consensual
Feel so immoral
Can you shake it off?
Or are you with me like a disease
For the rest of life as we know it to be
Mourning the death of self
And realizing the birth of it all
A new window has opened
And I can now see what I shouldn’t need to see
Climbing the ladder
But always falling down
Reaching for the top
Only to get halfway out of the grave
Out of the box
The insane reality I seem to be living in
Dec 24, 2010
Dec 24, 2010 at 11:29 AM UTC
Have you ever wondered
How it would to be to catch a dream
Words keep pouring out
On paper, on this page
They are formed in a uniformed fashion
Summertime comes and goes
Living isn’t so easy
In the summertime
My mind is not hot for you
But Ive driven my car of thoughts to the point of anxiety
Need to turn around
And drive past your love
Dec 24, 2010
Dec 24, 2010 at 11:26 AM UTC
Loved you like a summer’s day I swim in the sea of tragic thought
If you Simply loved
If you simply cared
why did you need to throw it away
Nothing more for me to do but to see you go
Your hand was in mine and then it turned to dust
My hand was in yours and then it turned to dust
Now
The only thing that touches my hand is my face
Bellowed in agonizing melancholy
The sun refuses to shine, even when so blistery bright
Dec 24, 2010
Dec 24, 2010 at 11:21 AM UTC
I hope that today will turn into a good day
I need this lost feeling to go away
Awake and drunk all through the morning
I realize what is left isn’t right
The endorphins rush in to resemble a peaceful moment
But my eyes still feel as if a ton of bricks are laid across them
Like the moon that controls the tide
Dark clouds control my emotion
But its seems like they are here to stay
Should have just went to sleep last night
But only if I could
Stop aching over you
Dec 24, 2010
Dec 24, 2010 at 11:18 AM UTC
I
Be Here Now
Do not want to be
Here
But I am
Still is here to be
Now
Who are you
Thinking you are special
For You
My dear sweet love
Send flowers for
For You
My dear sweet love
Clean the wounds
You have felt
Apr 30, 2010
Apr 30, 2010 at 7:41 PM UTC
That’s what he does
He takes a match
Out of the box
It’s a fresh pack
And then it lights up
The candle must be near by
The candle is near by
The candle is yearning
To be alive and to stay alive
And so the boy
Gets a match
Lights up the candle
But , no one was there
Like a cameraman
He watches and observes
As the flame of the candle
Disintegrates
Ashes murk up the lighted area
Its easy to forget the flame
When it could have burned forever
And as long as the boy has a candle
A wick and a box of matches
This candle will burn
Apr 30, 2010
Apr 30, 2010 at 7:32 PM UTC