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Pick me up, and turn me round
show me the way i was going
before you tripped me up.

or were you meant to trip me
turn me around and leave be
either or i am lost

wondering if this is where i am
or if its just where i am supposed to be
but i guess i am already home
And yet it was better than ever.
well, so there is the mystery solved
the case of : who would be there to be there
and                                  yet
I had dejavu, of joking with you about
making pizza, while we were making love
simply the truth tho, make me more than happy
end this skin and bone, lets both get some meat
and ask up front, end it at the right time
real to the tenants , unluckily bellow us
uncertainty, this  trust on a whim
no matter how far you live
trust on the fact of this
at first sight
no

>
*******
ahhh New York
I guess you really can not forgive me
in this beautiful country of yours
for I hold you so dearly, under those
Canadian stars, sure we may dream
miraculous things, but weight on
these feathers and waning wings
serpentine jealousy, babe, not envy
please, leave, me, be, innocent, of
steam, send onto me Jesus Christ
Girl, i need someone to clarify biblically
did the catholic we knifed, deserve
to call me a worthless being, or will i find him
in prison like everyone finds him I'm just
happy its 20 14, when Tupac  is to be reborn
Judge his reasonings were, my Mother didn't raise me
Catholic, her mother did want her Mothers
Mother , to have not wanted to raise her
Daughter, catholic, in the snow, with a tune
for you, waiting at the St, Stephen Torro Cemetery
Holden , your best friends broken rosary/broken nose
Pope Francis, we came to opposite levels of holy,
Heaven or Hell only knows, over standing does not exist
Mathew 6 Be careful not to practice your righteousness in front of others to be seen by them. If you do, you will have no reward from your Father in heaven.

2 “So when you give to the needy, do not announce it with trumpets, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and on the streets, to be honored by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward in full. 3 But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, 4 so that your giving may be in secret. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.
We didn't love each other, we were just giving to the needy, your eyes tell me something other
than your words do , and hey so does your tongue, when will i find that kiss again no I'm done, that same sent of sorrow , as me we shared the same face and car , for however long  you want to call it babe, ill never be yours ever if you wanted i don't know but that doesn't make any sense, to me or to anyone one else, the ones who saw the beautiful moment, between us, wether or not we were drunk, or alone, they still knew, before and after the punch line, and i know youre the only one still  laughing

oh do do do , what a fool are you, to love a fool like me like you do too, if only she knew, that i can't
love you like i do love her oh do do do what a fool are you to love the ******* fool that i have turned into, after i stopped loving you, so long ago, when you could have known, before her, how to own a car, with someone like me who's addicted to going far but in a loop
before we ever knew, the feeling of
repeat
every one of us has got a little bit of selfish inside
say it all how you felt it for the very first time
but don't you ever feel pressed to say anything?

breaking tide with every way ward step on this
thing we call the depths of, atlantic tides, i need
to skate, hit some guys on the other side of the rink

you should be careful of what you wish for

every one of us has got a little bit of evil inside
embrace it if you don't, it will control your life
I'm on this continent of broken lies, and I'm lying

down in, what I wish for is to be able to be happy being
alone,  I'm done wishing for another person I am my own
ill wish something for you, what do you want carefully?

holding back a laugh , smiling in my own mirrors cleverly
You say in my selfish suicidal wake,
you were saying how amazing I was
when you never danced for me
or called me to say you wanted to see me
or really ever called me back for that matter
no just when I was ready to slit my wrists
you stopped me by saying lies clearly
so now I'm alive and I have no idea why
I did it for you.  you never danced for me
necromance me for I am just as dead
trying this life thing out , for another year
Remember when you were a kid, Tiger?
days when I bit tighter, yet a lot lighter
jammed to the angels, on all nighters
yet we would never see anything ? then

Be on all four corners at once she said
hanging up on me -turning onto sixth
as if my head didn't know which way
was up , in the first place, call from an

unknown number asking for Marcus
Peoterroro ,yelling I say you ***** *****
calling me every **** night, right at the
click dial tone I'm still screaming more

shake down silhouette in a silkink stop
the car barely missing the sellout love of
my night life, like you barely missing  me
"i didn't even have to circle the block babe"
"i didn't even put on my better nightshade"

perfect plethora of a serpentine in her ******
hell to hand baskets in a switchblade seance
speaking directly to the man who killed my
fiance, and then dropped the dagger on my

doormat     cheer up you ******* doormat
i feel as if she slapped me, mourning nothing
but the format of the masterpiece, ****** her
in the back, at least, felt no hair nor thigh

nor  sympathy or wasted time, nor gluttony
raging sun of the twin, and moon of the son
of killing me slowly like nails on chalkboard
it running down our spine sinning jealously

doomed to be a rot, mother ******* sell out piece
while they sell their selves for ***, i do it for press
release me in my sad abortion of what i can't believe
counting down the days until my day job comes and
rescues me from  my celibate leave    , maybe
old terra this earth
send me sleep in a
world of theopolius
hold me memory a
sing me to sleep or
send me a mocking
wings like a terror
sand on the blackened
thicket of thicket and
stumble across chords
deeper than deeper
than it goes, on and on
stumbling a tumbler
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