Seeing your eyes your love isn't a lie
Back then when I used to cry about Some woman lost in the sky
You can save my mind
And now I can stay on my grind
Continuing to live and breathing to give
My life is like a runway just don't forget the Cid
Say you love me and I say I love you back
As long as it isn't a joke then I'll sure return like Arnold I'll be back
We can go wild for the night
We're not sipping Miller Lite
I'm becoming you're new thought When you're staring into the night
I'm not bad I'm just Evil
That's with a capital E because that's My name on the D low
I forget the past like throwing out the trash
In the end it's just experience so I'll make it last
Maybe I can be your new prince
Not looking through the mirror glass
If you **** me over I'll shoot your ***
Not with a bullet but with the truth That hurts more than bullet
Finally happy again dopamine rising
After tonight I'll begin again just Blowing in the wind
Man I don't think this good energy will Ever end
Until the next heartbreak love is the new trend.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
Both of you are great light borrowers.
Her O-mouth grieves at the world; yours is unaffected,
And your first gift is making stone out of everything.
I wake to a mausoleum; you are here,
Ticking your fingers on the marble table, looking for cigarettes,
Spiteful as a woman, but not so nervous,
And dying to say something unanswerable.
The moon, too, abuses her subjects,
But in the daytime she is ridiculous.
Your dissatisfactions, on the other hand,
Arrive through the mailslot with loving regularity,
White and blank, expansive as carbon monoxide.
No day is safe from news of you,
Walking about in Africa maybe, but thinking of me.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
We run away
And hide away
Man rumors spread like bullets spray
But thank god it's another day
Till the light becomes dawn, lyrics spawn, pretty differently than Shakespeare huh?
Maybe not a poet or a prophecy
Just happens to flow like water see?
Green is in my eyes, fire in my lungs
Before they knew it they held their tongues
Gotta problem?
Say it don't slay it
We listen to music like we pray it
Re wash, re rinse, and repeat
I think wow I really love this beat
Kinda reminds me of my life or my own home street
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 1:16 AM UTC
All these voices yelling in my head
Keep saying no that's not what I said
I don't want to lose myself today be
Left to soak in this endless dread
Each day is like a gun to the head Wondering when the trigger will pull
Then I fall dead
But I'm not gone yet
I take that that's a sign to progress
To rise above with the rest
Not death
Not hate
Not guilt served on a silver platter
But the truth is it's all mind over matter.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
The beauty of creation
An urge to adventure
The love of curiosity
All with meaning at its center
Finding yourself
Spilling your guts
Spanding the mind
Learning love
The best way to spend time
Art is beauty
Theres beauty in this rhyme
And all of yours too
With out spending a single dime
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC