This
Might be an entire year of bitter writing
If I can't get over myself, what do I have.
That wasn't a question.
Memories float in and out of existence.
While every song I love plays on high.
Without capability of telling lies,
I'm forced into a childhood I never lived
But always loved.
And I'll go on for days.
Pen and paper aren't my ways.
I'm out of conventional trials and my best friends in denial.
Maybe it's all in my head
Beyond what's alive and dead.

I watch everything up and down.
Don't remember which ways mean a frown.
I'll make your day if you'd both let me.
Am I allowed to make the choices all inside.
I can't pretend it doesn't exist. But I'll tell the boy next door about it.

He listens when I want to cry.
Forgetting about the life I gave him in lies.
He's still all for my life
And I forget his strife
Everytime I remember he exists.

I can write for the rest of my time.
But nothing represents another without rhyme.
And I can drink again
Watch your friend eat everything.
****.
I love this song.

Now nothing can go wrong
And I'll write all I say
Miss you

Nothing wrong with two ways.
Remember all the good days.

I know you don't forget my pockets.
Which represents all the lockets
Of the songs and hair I showed you
But follows a rhythm unrelated to my life

But my life is boring.
Follow the next guy

And sway to the rhythm of your own song
As I've lost track of my track and that's okay.

It's one step at a time angel. No one can handle this on their own. It  
made no sense when it all happened. But now we'll never know. Let's  
pretend it was a dream. Please, for me, just let it be. It'll make a  
world of difference if you and me had never been.

I just won't sleep again for us. Awake I'll always stay, to lie in  
thought of everything, of every broken scene. The night when you and I  
had made our pact to always take, to always take the chance it took to  
make it through each day. And we headed for forever, without a glance  
from anyone. We headed for eternity with no purpose but to run.

Our hands a lock no one could break, our hearts, they would beat  
together. A rhythm that could not be tamed in any stormy weather. We  
walked through wind and rain and heat. The pain we hit could not be  
beat. I lost my way, my grip was weak, unknowingly my pace increased.  
I made one fatal move, a move that caused our fire to cease.

You never gave up anything, you never let it go. You turned yourself  
inside out because I changed your soul. You fought hard in a losing  
game because you fought alone. I broke you down and picked us up and  
lost it to her moan. She did you right but still you stayed the dark  
one you had grown. Now hearts that sink into this ocean must be made  
of stone.

I haven't forgotten how it felt to know who you once were. To be so  
young and anxious for the love that quickly burned. And now I'll end  
this love note with one thought that you will spurn. I may have fallen  
for your games but you will never learn that everyone has seen in you  
my heart you won't return.

If this is what's in store
I'm not interested in anything
you're selling.
I'd rather be alone and
hurting myself than
try anymore.
One sided **** that doesn't make a difference
Guess you gotta be a part

of the group or cease to exist
at all.
I'll have another beer
and forget I was ever here.
I'd let my connections to
the outside world die
rather than use them to reach
you any longer.

If you call reaching my
efforts of getting your attention
and your letting me fall into
this nothing and bottle.

Jesus Christ, keep dancing
You've got the attention,
just not mine.

Congratulations, you're very near
destruction and,
I hope you lead us there.

In a dark room with NO
curtains
I can see you
Beg for unique capabilities,
I'm tired of it.
and you'll be thanked when
judged because you're just
so different.

Sorry I took your note cards
while you were busy forgetting I
had a place in the
world.
I was busy trying to leave a trace.
To follow home
because this place
*****.
-- I was going to leave these for
-- you to find
-- But, *******
-- Get out of my mind.
-- On second thought,
I'm actually really good.

The eyes will see what the heart desires
if the mind wills it so. It inspires;
his rage, her innocence.
And up the stairs he'll race; still to her hearts pace,
and frozen in time.
For what she wanted was not that with which
she gave away. She gave way as his prey.

And numbly he took his heart's whole take;
and led on her mind. The fake;
his strength, her frailty.
And through the oceans he would travel, to this her body's grace,
and lost in waves.
For the path he took was not how she envisioned
its ending. Their pendulum on a string.

She never peacefully passes on, though he does fairly quickly,
for she let him; without a care;
his victory, her despair.
And quietly walking she leaves, the grave site still in view,
and time will quake.
For even if she holds her head still high, her death
she will not strive. Whereas he, was never really alive.

His strength he imposed, left marks on her
head and heart. In vain;'
his gain, her pain.
And the lesser she'd open her eyes, the faster time passes,
and over its been.
For now she lets herself go, keeping herself closed
unto life. The insincerity clung to her strife.

I lie to myself for the resonance of others.
What matters to you means little to me.

Fairly sob mothers, I've watched all my life.
I work against the powers of the arrows,
-potions, serums, and drugs.

I live for myself internally.
and please what is necessary externally.

No one desires the muck from which the rose grows best,
but they desire the rose regardless.

I wish to pick all the flowers that sprout
and water them forever more without the
wilting of others.

I only possess so much water.
I conform by farming the less.

I tend to one to make it the most beautiful.
Often it is against my nature.

I'll never know the life of a great grower
but in creating one thing acceptable,
I am fine.

It entered into our lungs,
it left them just as soon.
Long enough to quell our thoughts
like the sun precedes the moon.

We watched her come aboard.
We saw them all from high.
That's when it all began,
quicker than we would sigh.

One after another
the story repeated.
We gazed in amazement,
unable to keep seated.

She came again and ended,
herself before our eyes.
The screams themselves had blended,
un-deaf to all her cries.

It blew our senses open,
stunted in fascination.
We started to enjoy her,
we started to enjoy.
There was another her.

A tweet outside controls my focus
repetitive and continuous.
I grit my teeth.
It stops and makes me anxious,
I wish it to come back.
Odd birds to fight
with me.
Fly away and leave me be.
Machinery outside, the bird, it changes form.
Construction of a noise,
It remains unconcerned.