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Jun 2011 · 627
Lost and broken
James Tuohy Jun 2011
Run the lines of fixation to the bone curve them into a grin that comforts what you've become. The appeal to steal the needs you must complete. The bed of needles that always beneath.
So bending to those selfish thoughts, your words are a sea of knots, harpies eyes constricting my mind is drifting, in hindsight I lost at living.
This continuous painting of subjugations leaving a mess tied of it's meaning, dripping circumstances pass by with unrequited love scapegoated by your doubt and not your feelings. Exploiting anyway out of healing my promise was never misplaced or stolen you're just a dove that's lost and broken.
Jun 2011 · 838
Addiction
James Tuohy Jun 2011
Burn the skin of acquisition, the taste must be forbidden your masterpiece waiting to be written. Accountance of the mind to be smitten by false pretension. Your redemptive views are the daggers filling up your sides, those silent whispers that trigger unsuspecting fear of self demise, but lingering suspicions are overlooked by addiction. And you're lieing in your own filthy position. Remission are unbalanced and you won't listen, imprisoned in your own decision. Tattered feelings pushing all your strength away. Hoping it find it in that lie someday. And you've displaced me so well, it's hard to tell whos face it is, just once more.
Jun 2011 · 581
More then you see
James Tuohy Jun 2011
The beauty of a transcendent smile.  Yet to wake up to a dead goodbye.  Sheets scattered and sunlight tattered.  The room is blank, once again another mornings fate.  Collecting the feelings to lock them up and leave.  Put together that costume, and follow in those footsteps that make us believe this is healthy.  

Double take reality for its robbing your existence and you're letting off easy.  Drifting while staying in place, fall in bed again chained to comfortable waste.  And soon it will be to late, for you gave it all up for paradise.  

An addiction to hard to sedate, but if you cut the ties you can still take what remains.  Just demand more then your dreams, your life is more then you see.
Jun 2011 · 650
Resolve
James Tuohy Jun 2011
Resolve the notices that you hold so close.  Pinch your nerves, and fill them with lead.  Don't reserve what your tongue says.  Let the love and hate steady your way.  Spill your path, until waves crash and ease your pain.  Your body begins to echo and quake.  Dirt fills your lungs and maybe its to late.  Use your nails to carve your own grave.  A final request of love and hate to warm frozen skin and begin once again.
Jun 2011 · 616
Please try
James Tuohy Jun 2011
Devious eyes wait for the harmful tears to seep into cracked skin.  And sooth all the pain for just a short time.  Built up barriers crash down from unwanted visits.  And no words could help fix it.  But iam going to try, cuz no one should be left cut open.  For more bad things are waiting to seep in.  

Yet these wounds are hard to sow, when your skin is cold like stone.  Hallucinations make your head spin, and send you in the wrong direction. Scream for less tension all around and comfort will rip at the markings.  So just look in my eyes, and know that iam real.  Iam not some ghost that will fade at daydreams end.  Time to burn down the home that left you broken.  And build back up walls that will hold still.

No words could help fix it.  But iam going to try, cuz no one should be left cut open.  For more bad things are waiting to seep in.  And anxiety is always crawling in the shadows for you to breakdown.  Yet iam not leaving you out in the cold alone.  So please try and hold yourself together when it all comes back again.
Jun 2011 · 894
Padded
James Tuohy Jun 2011
A smile only a knife would love, while my chains hold back shackled eyes with a laugh of a dissonant tortured sadness.  Bewildered by my cage it never enfolds like a city ablaze.  For i can never crash I am held up to witness beautiful disasters as I cry for cold beds.  The doctors with their medicine and apologies.  Trying to fix my problems, when really I want them.  

Soon i begin to shake and my arms are free again, a freedom not to last to long, as feelings of nausea and illusions start.  In these dizzy dreams i wonder will I stay or go back to unfaithful reality.  With each pauseful thought the walls come closer, hoping that they crush me, but hoping is for times of open doors and no hallways.  The doctors with their medicine and apologies.  Trying to fix my problems, when really I want them.  

They figured I am to different, not like the rest of them.  When really they're the freaks trying to make a project out of me.  Just stare at the wall and ignore all the illogical questions.  And smile when they diagnose you with titles and affiliations.
Jun 2011 · 677
I tried
James Tuohy Jun 2011
You say your body is a canvas then so is mine.  I'll carve a heart on my chest so then i know it will exist.  The spectrum of the pain is nothing, when loves hurts in more then one way.  And baby you're killing me.  All this **** you play is getting farther and farther away from what you really want to say.  

So breathe deeply and scream.  That our love was never alive, it was just a disgrace of life.  Admit that we both can't be happy, when shallow graves never fill in, they just stay empty.  Yet our cabinets are filled with poisonous memories.  I'll carve a heart on my chest so then i know it will exist after this. The spectrum of the pain is nothing, when loves hurts in more then one way.  And baby you're killing me.

Tortured eyes read across the mirrors of time.  Crumbled thoughts in the trash from the tears i bought.  A scattered remanence of love that i fought for but lost.  Its hard to see myself after this when you payed the ultimate cost.  Now who iam suppose to walk with down that empty lane, when these marks were for your pain.  I don't have a heart without your pain.
Jun 2011 · 532
Thoughts
James Tuohy Jun 2011
The brain fills with reseeding nonsense, all from public action that convince us.  And we think that we can learn from this.  But we are more lost in thinking about it.  Just more generalizations to take from the past.  To paint ourselves and see how long that last.  The future seems the same , as long as we play this game.  It shows up as an uneven predicament in our face, to steal what little grace, we have stowed away.  But we can take it back and hold our place.  Just burn all those thoughts of hate.  And say we are one as a human race.
Apr 2011 · 554
Circles And Cycles
James Tuohy Apr 2011
Shell encased remedies made with the slightest bit of happiness and sadness.  Nervous tremors of reclusion to blame another. What are you waiting for, another empty chamber, pull the ******* trigger.  Lets end this so sickly, so quietly, there will never be a trace of any parallels to define my face.  If i could find any other way to replace what i knew was lost inside, to spin the thread once again and find a new life.  So forgive me for all my angels are really just strangers, and i really must say goodbye.  For iam breathing in a ocean of madness as my pours exhale my consciousness.  And i scream with all my exhaust to punish my unfaithful past existence with this trigger.  Lets end this so quickly so painfully, i trust you to find me when the leaves blow away.
Apr 2011 · 561
Birth
James Tuohy Apr 2011
Fire exposed my bright eyes, the cool flames extinguished my hell.  What a surprise, that i see, another dark hill to lead me.  To the door that doesn't stop turning.  And if time keeps moving forward and backwards, i can't hear the thoughts that crack the bell.  So catch that handle and see for yourself, that we're all dead to start with.

A purgatory of thoughtlessness, and realization of loneliness. Where consciousness takes the chord and tugs you down.  Will you be seized by yourself or someone else.  Will lips move or thoughts be found.  You seem to be an empty space of sound, and a character that's blended heat.  But don't fear for everyone gets picked one day to fulfill their destiny to consume another spot in misery.  From a bucket disliked by the world, fall on the ground. Lost in a puddle of no mans history.
Apr 2011 · 1.0k
Greed
James Tuohy Apr 2011
The wilted rose falls, and the crow cries for a crimson savior.  The dawn brakes the glass under the skin, happily broken, a mess in their favor.  To sad to stupid, the dust feeds our lungs, to the roads we take, pushing for a martyr.  Iam uncomfortable with this weather, iam uncomfortable with this pleasure.  From this sick story makes holes in the air, an empty space left to hold in.  Bewilder the sharp tongues and edges for they wander out in the open.  Waiting to exploit the prisoned and ******.  For i don't control the bird in the cage, i only control whether it lives or dies.  And i can't even keep my hands clean sometimes, cuts seeped in filth and end-trail vines.  Burdens blaze and feelings decay for our humanity, its like greed wrung dry from the stains of our lives.  Another rose falls and only a few fade while the rest of us still need, we still need.  For there is never plenty, as long someone still breathes.
Apr 2011 · 788
Cracked Reflection
James Tuohy Apr 2011
Surprised neglections, broken mirrors show faded reflections.  The tiles on the floor play while you begin to forget everything.  In and out noises make skin feel absent.  Lights are streaming, and it looks like the scenery is crying.  Fiction plays with the mind.  A wasteland to remove purity and hide pain.  A burned out shell filled with smoke and ****.  Can't find any means to escape. Lay here to discard  any meaning of anything as the system runs on empty.  They beg for an ending that seems fitting.  Yet punishment laughs for they did their own undoing.
Apr 2011 · 548
Wake up
James Tuohy Apr 2011
If I can't hold you, does that mean you don't exist.
If you cant hear me does that mean you're not listening.
And if i can't miss you, does that mean that I will never see you.
Though it seems when everything is down.
Quakes, Tsunami's, Hurricanes and Tornado flames.
I see her as if iam in a dream, even as disaster springs.
I lay with her in the grass, the waves calm as our faces are,
against each others.  It begins to rain and put out the flames, and
set the earth back on track.  I felt an angel's embrace, telling me to wake up
and hold them back.  But theres no ones here in this black.  I tried really
hard to remember what happened back at the crash.  Everything went by so
fast, glass splattered and the windshield smashed.  Blood splattered cloths and long empty noises covered the hallways with all different choices.  My head began to spin and I lost all control.  The Angel came again and made me feel at home.  As easy as I saw her when I was in a dream, she was gone again when I was at ease.  I fear I can't hold you and you don't exist unless I fall asleep.  I fear you can't hear me even if I scream.  I wish i could just see you, Ive fallen in love with a ghost that i see in my dreams.  I hope I never wake up it seems.  Wake up, Please Wake up.
Apr 2011 · 519
Dedication
James Tuohy Apr 2011
To make everyone's light grow brighter as mine grows dimmer.  Is all I can give, and all you can have.  So smile really big for me thats all that I ask.  To sacrifice one and save many is a beautiful thing.  Just trust me when i say this, your heart matters more.  

And what i wouldn't give to keep it filled and warm.  So jump inside mine because theres always room for more.  Always room for more.  And I am fighting to keep it away, but its eating me, did i give to much, now i don't feel safe.  I hope you are happy cuz it numbs the pain.  

Though it will eventually consume me, and i am not afraid, cuz i never let you go. And I may become lost, but i am not alone, cuz i took what you hated, and sealed it away.  To sacrifice one and save many is a beautiful thing.  Just trust me when i say this, your heart matters more.  And what i will do to keep you safe and warm.
Apr 2011 · 493
Our grave
James Tuohy Apr 2011
The imaged burned on the screen with absolute satisfaction.  Echoing masterpieces of mysteries breathe down the walls.  Misguided light can't show you the answers, only fatal words can bring on the cancer.  So peel the words from the skin, and comatose familiarity.  Your dealing with death's ransom.  And u can't win this one, no matter how long time holds still.  So make a movie of your life to stay alive.  

But flashes only last so long, and holes begin to fill.  Digging their own graves, to cash in quickly.  Reality is only a fantasy, that we believe in to confuse our thoughts of faraway idols and dream-full toxicity.  To reserve our place in our own coffins, bed, home and rotting.  I found the place where this all happens, born to a world that completely claims us.  So death here is my ticket, take me to edge of insanity.  And let life recreate me.
Apr 2011 · 602
You
James Tuohy Apr 2011
You
I miss your voice even though ive never heard it, I miss your touch even if I can't feel it. I want your lips, cuz you wanted to be my first kiss.  You broke the shell that softened the blows.  Love made a hole that will grow.  Maybe i am just to nervous, with no blood flow. And now i can't stay away, but you're not here, there's just smoke.  I feel that our connection is being cut, and being to fade.  

Was this all a trap, or a joke.  You say that you love me, maybe i don't know.  I just feel that you're leaving my heart after you opened my soul.  Now i feel like a monster, who could love such a beast.  Howling in pain, and you're not here to wipe the tears away.  Looks like the doors open for more, **** in everything and lose all the love, and receive only dismay.  But my mind leads a stray, and thoughts pile up.  

I really do think you love me, for who could love a beast, with this face, his heart and claws.  I just wish that i could hold you tonight, maybe everything would be alright.  Please don't leave me, even though this might not work at all.  For I really do love you, i don't want to curl up in ball,  and go back to that shell.
Apr 2011 · 767
House of no exits
James Tuohy Apr 2011
I paint the walls with the tar from your lungs.  And kick out the chair from beneath me.  Heres a moment where **** collides into beauty.  Where oxygen isn't needed to fill me.  And time becomes precious for now it's pretty.  A still life set in each room, flashing lights for exposure.  

What a fun disaster.  Eyes meant to burn, from each turn you take.  Scream as you may I am scarring your mind with this blade. You are trapped in an amusement park of red and white gowns. Not even clowns are this scary.  ******* run away but you better get used to staying.  And sow a smile on that face, because the doors are locked, forever.

So your eyes better be black soon or u won't have a soul left, to drag, home.  And here comes the minister, to marry u to this disaster.  A trap door set for victims that get pain out of pleasure.  Pain out of ******* pleasure.  To much ******* pain.  

So I paint the walls with the tar from your lungs.  And kick out the chair from beneath.  Heres a moment where **** is pretty.  So **** your life, this is your home now.  Get use to being dead on display.
Apr 2011 · 806
Magic Show
James Tuohy Apr 2011
Wait here to see a magic show to please all the boys and girls of the world.  A great disappearing act that no one knows.  A trick to leave all in awh, so selfish for him not to reveal.  But that makes it better for all of us to figure why he took this choice to show us for a moment that no one ever knows how magic goes.  Don't close your eyes for to long for his tricks only last a moment, yet they leave u in memorized commitment for another seized punishment.  The curtain falls and the mysterious man vanishes from infront of us.  A tale to be told as if he ran off with all our gold.  Bewildered he ran off with nothing but his magic show. Should have known that this trick was nothing more then false commitment.  Wait here to see a magic show to please those who have no self control.
Apr 2011 · 597
Grow
James Tuohy Apr 2011
Paint my walls and cover up all my small indents.  Get a ladder because there's more ground to cover, Ive spread like a three leaf clover.  I've never felt so unlucky in my life.  Ive always tried to have another leaf grow, but luck always lies.  

Just laying on the ground waiting to get picked, tossed away hardly looked at in so many ways. The wind carries me, who knows where it will take me.  Hopefully somewhere where I am picked and used as a gift.  To be in a vase or in someones hair to show off a look.  

Land on lawn, what a habit, hope to grow long, but am ******* kicked and cut and rubbed out what luck.  But ive never felt so unlucky in my life.  Ive always tried to have another leaf grow, to replace this doubt that consumes my soul.  Just laying on the ground waiting to get picked, tossed away hardly looked at in so many ways.  So get some dirt and a shovel because thats only way I would grow into something beautiful.
Apr 2011 · 607
I quit
James Tuohy Apr 2011
If i dig where I sleep, have I been sleeping way to **** long.
My ears are plugged with dirt, and my teeth grind while I smirk.
The violin begins to play oh mary, and i begin to think iam not ready.
This heaviness of brick and wood play around my fixture.  

As I sit here not to care at its silent mixture.  My eyes already adjusted to this sharp picture, freeing me from life to another.  Please take me, drive me away
before I lose all my thought, i can't quit this now its all i got.  Please let me
go back, if i lose it now, i will lose all my color.  

**** my figure theres nothing left, but disaster, my waisted life and empty laughter. It has consumed me and played my time.  I dug where I slept and I gave it all up for best.  I ran away at all cost and it became dirt with the rest.
Apr 2011 · 647
Fill it all up
James Tuohy Apr 2011
The needle ****** the figure and i lose sense of picture.
So turn up the burners and let loose all fictions.
Because i can't distinguish the bathroom from the kitchen.
The room becomes a ferris wheel of laughter and the mind
begins to wonder.  Iam just a cage of blunders, drowning
underwater.  Tied to the mast, with holes left of the past.  
They cast out as you slowly fill up, to let you sink under.
Apr 2011 · 486
Let
James Tuohy Apr 2011
Let
Let the pen spill all its ink, and have it spread and weaken the links of this paper.
Let the art begin to enfold on its canvas, and have it enclave its disaster.
Let the poison run its course and inspire through your veins, faster and faster.
Let your arms fall down by your side, and forget why you fell down lied to.
Let music enslave your mind, and escape yourself to seem redefined.
Let your own paint lay a picture, you are freed from your figure.
Apr 2011 · 593
Please come back
James Tuohy Apr 2011
Please come back to me friend.  You're running to fast and I am stuck in last.  I can't fix what has no sound.  But to know you're ok, would make my heart feel found.  I don't care if you are on the curb, I would still be there holding your hand.  But i can't feel you around. I wish it would rain, cuz its one of our favorite things. I would sit in it all day just to see you complain.  That i might get a cold, but at least I wouldn't be alone.  Yet the absents of things makes me sick, and i want u back, perfect, fine and ok.  I try to hope for a better day.  But all i see is more pain in clouds coming my way.  I try to hold my head high but I am caught by a heavy weight.  And it hurts to breathe becuz i can't see your face.  Yet you told me not to worry but its hard when i don't hear you for days.  And  I wish it would rain, cuz its one of our favorite things.  I would sit in it all day just to see you complain. Iam never leaving you like I said, so please don't leave me to drain.
Apr 2011 · 523
Thank you mom
James Tuohy Apr 2011
I grew up off of swing sets, hovering over puddles of discontent.  Monkey bars to skip through time, but hold past regrets.  A playground of land mines, to cause distance in my path.  But I ran around anyways, because i didn't have a place.  As the sun crept through the clouds, I knew I was safe.  She was right on the corner, ready to hold my finger, ready to wrap up the pain.  She watched me grow up and dismiss everything.  To take a step back and hide away.  And I am trying to fix this problem, but it gets harder when I slip.  Becuz no one understands these thoughts.  And i can't help but blame.  And though I don't want to be held, she holds me tight, and kisses back the pain.  She was always there, when I couldn't be, and didn't want to be.  And i never could give back, what she gave me, the best i can do is say i love you everyday.
Apr 2011 · 788
Clean up your.....
James Tuohy Apr 2011
If i hold you in my lungs long enough, I won't be able tell if this is enough.  A physical juxtaposition to hold my life in its hands.  A cool breeze letting go not to say goodbye, cuz heres another one to say hello.  Keep me warm good friend, for you seem to be my only friend.  Its a miracle at best, that you make my head at rest.  But theres no guarantee that you will be here forever.  

Guess it doesn't (******) matter, toss you aside to make room for another.  Always pressed for time and another year passes by.  It makes us all feel so expendable.  Only here to burn and fall no ones dependable.  Yet you keep me warm good friend, for the time being.  But everyones gotta lose when u breathe in this cold feeling.  

For I hold you there longer then I should, for you were here longer then I ever could be.  To fill up empty space inside, an emotion i can't describe.  Watch you get weaker, as my body becomes a stranger.  I breathe out your smoke, and take in hope.  Always pressed for time and years pass by.  It makes us all feel so expendable.  

Only here to burn and fall no ones dependable.  Makes me feel so unreal on this street watching these signs.  They change but you stay the same.  So a pack ends my day, and i head inside feeling so brave.
Apr 2011 · 776
Mystery
James Tuohy Apr 2011
This lead vest is hard to breathe in, and theres to much blood in the air.  I can't figure what went wrong here, the x-rays seem to leave negative space on white paper floors.  A guilt of one mans atrocity, transfixes the colors in his brain.  The veins like puppet-works control and define.  The master has no rights, left them all to vacancy inside.  

Walking over what lies only in half of his life.  The other side never made a move, its to afraid to die.  Paused and unfixed, he waits for the moment of peace to fall behind. Far ahead of another mans decision, breaks fatal pieces of reality.  Can time really take what has no life or dignity.  Crumbled footsteps sick of fantasy, leaves through glass that brings forth everything that will last.  

Comfort for the man, that really could never laugh. For his lead chest is to hard to breathe in while he fills with a repulsive vigor.  And all problems are left as a sliver.
Apr 2011 · 416
Can we...
James Tuohy Apr 2011
Day dreams take flight, leave no ground in sight, take me far where we are to play as children once again in the heavy rain where it all began.  Dancing not to care, while we sang hymns of lost and future thoughts being safe in our hearts not to fall apart.  
Super heroes come to life in the backyard,  why was it so hard to stop time and wonder why we can't stay here.  I will tell you that we can't live forever but dreaming makes it easier to see each other.
Apr 2011 · 531
Lost Hands
James Tuohy Apr 2011
Lost hands still given second options.  For motives that iam glad still remain.  If it wasn't for reaccurance we'd never learn a thing.  But it's always so hard now a days to figure if it's worth it or just make up a name from a distant place.  But that's so foolish even for my standards and in time you'd know this.  So keep this thought inside, your hands won't always remain by your sides.  All we have to do is wait and though we might hesitate, each eager thought will push us not to refrain.  Though we might not make it our hands will guide us through all the pain. And then we can't complain, even if bites it won't infect because we lived through another day.  And we pray saying soft things, that we'd like to have and share with each other one day.  Bless our hands as even when cold they be, they find us peace and harmony just one time.  Lost hands still given second options for motives that iam glad still remain.  If it wasn't for reassurance we'd never learn a thing.  But i find it hard to say iam found when my hands are not.
Apr 2011 · 548
Am I really just a....
James Tuohy Apr 2011
Trick the mind to satisfy.  Replicate the twitch,you're feasting in this ditch.  A dancing room of empty classes, a body of open gashes.  You swear to stop this fevil mistress from getting out.  But your trapped here and can't get out.  

Your lost in your own mess, left to rot.  So plug your teeth in and get ready for a laugh cause nothing simpler should hold you back.  And I know it hurts but the shelves of bottles should not shelter your heart attack.  Keep it steady even for a moment and you'll swear it's forever, but thats a great reaction to visit.

No hesational knots.  Try not to lose your voice or keep yelling to find a peaceful plot.  Your trying to hard to keep it all steady, so much that youre losing trace of all you got.  Trust me and don't waste all your words to figure out what will always linger and be forgot.
Apr 2011 · 464
I will be there
James Tuohy Apr 2011
I will smash this door open, I just need some space from this closed oven.
A place to finally breathe, and let go of all my skeletons.
A moment in time where nothing considers us its friend.
To be in there true essence, and know how I bless them.
To hold forever in my hands, and i say iam man.
Consumed in shadows, but already know iam saved.
To fight through pain, because Ive always had help in this game.
To see everyone as myself, and not to confuse hate and faith.
Heal this great well of doubt, for their minds are stained and funneled out.
Save them is all I ask, for I too was lost without a forecast.
I will make this journey, because there this no bed to lay me down.
Apr 2011 · 942
Orphan
James Tuohy Apr 2011
This girl plays with her doll alone.  This room so cold, so faulted with the smell of coal. She lays between the chalk to bring them closer.  Even I can't even tell if this girl whole.  Half of her looks like smoke, disappearing playing hop-scotch on her toes.  She doesn't want to leave this place, like a ghost finding its home.  

Trying hard to not feel anything absent, she setups dinner plates and candles lights, and prays.  Yet her voice has no effect because it to is gone, lost with her soul.  Picture frames of a happy family, now torn and burnt from their home.  The walls ripped away, and doors that locked up dismay.  And the girl still prays, for something to replace the hole.  To go back and not burn alone.  

The air gets heavier, when i go downstairs to find the girl dead far from their hands to hold.  She protected her doll like it was her own.  Unscratched from head to toe.  Taking it feels like stealing, from a mother's womb.  And yet i think will everyone eventually find their way back home.  Or does every child lose it's way finding it's own.  This girl plays with her doll all alone.
Oct 2010 · 1.1k
Hypocrite
James Tuohy Oct 2010
Broken wings plagued from forgetful skin.  A mess soon to leave, from sin conceived of distasteful aggression. It multiplies inside, dividing between the lines, as feelings contrive dead from lies. Processed protests and breathless ambitions argue with this continued fate, we choose to make.  So push away the humanity its been ***** by society, clawed and fumigated scared ever last seed, the light that was once held, is now the glass broken inside, were all guilty ****** of our streets, gone to far from what we believe to fight this disease.

haven't written in months so i hope its good lolz xD
Apr 2010 · 535
Sorry Writings
James Tuohy Apr 2010
I can feel my heart in two places at once, a dividing line of broken fines.  The pain of an existential winter blowing down my spine.  The papercut daydreams that i can't memorize.  Lead me to believe iam just caution tape on the investigation scene. Each cold sunrise leads me to believe i will always be lonely like the trees.  And this bed of bandaids has me disgusing every painful nail coursing through my veins.  

These leisureless habits have me question for right and wrong conditions.  It makes it all easier to say sorry writings on the wall, yet the pen never has enough ink to explain the ending.  I will send no letters, only pieces of forgetton times.  I hope that you pay the fines that hold me to the sorry writings.
Apr 2010 · 481
Skin of a Crash
James Tuohy Apr 2010
Unfasten every safely tight insecurity and crash into a wall of failure, to disguise that you're really not happy.  Delusional glass shattered into ****** open skin a flooded mess of blood and confessional drama queens sin.  Prepared daily to support our difficult decisions with karma tasted burdens.  You're magazine religion makes me sick with all your false information.  

And the papers say you committed ****** once again, addressing that you're accident from behind the fire.  Let someone else take the blame of a narcisstic evocation, so you can continue this game.  While they're all in the hospital defining they're face like yours all the same.  So touch up that skin another ride is going to begin.
Feb 2010 · 469
Book
James Tuohy Feb 2010
Why are you making it seem like you don't exist, are you hoping for a plot twist.  Well thats not going to happen, cuz you were always real in my book.  Someone that i could always talk and write with.  But your running off the page, as if you're not happy with me. Yes i had to end the fantasy, that doesn't mean our ink has to feel erased.  

What you said to me has dried and will never fade, only smear and seem fake from every read.  So whens the ******, cuz this book is only half written, without you, there's nothing left to put in.  Why are you making it seem like you don't exist, are you hoping for a plot twist.  Well thats not going to happen, cuz you were always real in my book.  

What now when the hook is gone, how am i suppose to know how the story ends.  Does it even contain and ending, iam not real in these pages.  Have i smeared the only trace to hint that this never took place.  Shall i burn what was written, and hope that you finish your ending. Maybe then i really would be hidden.
Feb 2010 · 435
One more night
James Tuohy Feb 2010
Let the candles burn out, and take the steps to this last dance.  Hold each other close, and wish that our breathes matched our woes.  To figure that i loved you this much, yet its to late to spend the nights.  But i swear i won't let go, and don't let go either, cuz my heart only beats halfway without yours to follow in its way.  

And i can't stand to be between glass when everything hurts the same. So please take me, i'll guard you, please care for me, i'll never leave you.  Its hard to hear your voice when iam shouting at the sky. To thoughts and pranks to wonder why.  And finger tips pledging sorry temptations on photo frames.  While my feet pace around, and memories hold me to that night.  

But i swear i can't let go, for ive waited forever, and iam not losing you even if you're gone.  You were the only angel, that brought me home, when i was all alone.  So i cry on stone, and ask that you take me with you, but we both know that night is gone.
Feb 2010 · 722
Empty Pools
James Tuohy Feb 2010
Iam afraid i failed to converge the scales and now these roads are derailed.  Complicated demands unmet from familiar hands, and symmetry is worth gold.  I trust my best decisions, yet they let me go.  And standards aren't what follows.  Pools with no water while rocks lay at the bottom, they've been dried for days.  

Yet I tried to walk with you in this desert, and take half the heat, but you refuse to see the truth.  You're pushing away the only comfy oasis to help regain, what you've lost from exhaust.  I could have been your shade, bringing you rest, from all the stress.  

Let the water fill you up, for its a long walk in this endless juggernaut.  Or don't take any because you feel like you have plenty. Some of us really contain more then sixty.  Yet you still try to run on empty, and your standards will never fill me.
Jan 2010 · 357
Her
James Tuohy Jan 2010
Her
I can't push through these tears any longer, oh sweet angel, come fly to me and take hold.  Dry up my face and fix these tears on the wall.  Comfort me in no other way just lay down next to my soul.  For your touch is worth more then gold.  For i may have your heart and you have mine, they're to far apart to feel fine.  

I thank you for the gift, I will keep it safe from harm. But I am staggering to find your beat, when all my weight is in my feet.  And i am clawing at the thoughts that make me lost.  Crying never felt so good as it does when i cry on your soul.  For its the only thing i want to hold.  Even if you're gone or far away, thank you for the gift that has kept me whole.
Jan 2010 · 534
Fighting myself
James Tuohy Jan 2010
It hits when i least expect, a spiral of pain.  A ghost with a dagger, to claim what is mine. To defeat him, I fall down a hole, broken again.  It feels like iam fighting myself and my soul won't restrain.  The devil and god raging inside, to duel it out while I wish i wasn't alive.  Ive sealed you away once, yet you've broken out just when i thought i was ok.  Only to steal what is mine, and throw me away.

The devil has finally won, and Ive become numb, I'll have to wait till hes done ****** my soul.  When hes done i can't even feel whole.  For if you knew, you would understand my pain.  Please save me when this is over, even though you can't.  Theres nothing u can do or say my heart's half black and decayed.  And the other half feels likes it's wasting away.  Yet i try and be happy but thats the disease, thats making it hurt to breathe.  

Is this punishment for a past life, am i really that bad of a person, to suffer from their roles.  At least when i push myself down, it quickly goes away, yet i don't feel right when i have to fake what i feel.  I am trying to seal you away, but its hard to try when ive come accustomed to your ways, maybe i should be the one locked away.
Jan 2010 · 387
Colors are fun
James Tuohy Jan 2010
Pleasing the colors on the street, all the lanes turn bleak.  The motions in my seat pull my head back up to speed.  As my mind skids, I get rid of more bricks, that make me sick.  A moment where everything's better, an amusement park of letters.  The numbers seem to pull me in, as they advertise each sin.  The flashing continues, as the ride spins more, and it feels like I've been here before.  The blood on the floor, and once again another dead one.
Jan 2010 · 333
Death
James Tuohy Jan 2010
The blood from a poet's eyes tempt a broken soul to take their life.  Bodies stretched so far over time.  Darkness envelops its rhythm, and continues to commit crime.  An ocean of madness spreads within, as blacker colors burn our skin.  Bones begin to wreak, and the heart begins to scream.  Muscles tear and age, to define we all have no face.  Eyes fade to white, and breathe turns to dust, you muster for words, but your tongue is rust.  Teeth decay and ears fall off. Nails in our brain left to feel insane, with no bed to lay.  You can't run when there's nowhere to hide, you running in a maze of lies.  Whats left to survive if we can't feel whole inside.
Jan 2010 · 376
Behind these walls
James Tuohy Jan 2010
These walls begin to speak.  Cover them up so they don't spill.  Silence the dancers foot steps that we hear.  Noises always creeping up and then disappear.  Shut them up and nail inconveniences to the the floor. And fade away to see if your voice remains.  Its always easier to seem dead in disguise when everyone lies.  And you can read in between every line.  But don't stay to long because consciousness fades, an everlasting date.  Truth becomes lies and everyone has alibis, not to know the difference between black and white.  Nails grow longer and faces become faker.
Jan 2010 · 450
Don't force
James Tuohy Jan 2010
His bed is broken and full of needles of yesterday.  But who am I to weigh a man's soul on a scale so plainly.  To force a situation and call an investigation.  Doesn't seem quite right to see through a person like a hole.  Or to dig them one and call it home.  

I refuse to let any thought be so cold.  Instead help them be in control.  I am no ones courtroom, I am just a man that believes everyone is whole.  To see past all the *******, and depression.  To see past the anger and oppression.  To show you that everyone is someone but we skip that with aggression.  

We should be holding in our hands mirrors to see who we really fear.  Do we even know who's there.  Call your own bluff, and fold if you don't want to share.  You just forced yourself into your own situation.
Jan 2010 · 756
Don't mold
James Tuohy Jan 2010
This world is fond of it's stereotypes, everyone filed so nice and neat.  We have all conspired to what we think is right, what happened to all the beautiful characters i saw on the street, did they mold with all the others into the concrete.  

It's harder and harder to imagine this world that we all are beginning to look the same, i can see us all start to fade to grey as our development gets washed away.  I thought we had a sense for our own certain measures.  We all had different pleasures, all sites too see, but it's all starting to look plain to me.  

So give up the waking moment when you want to quit being different, it's all to hard say i wish people never thought the same way.  Because it's harder and harder to imagine this world that we all are beginning to look the same, i can see us all start to fade to grey as our development gets washed away.  But iam still holding truth, and the sun never gets brighter, it just shows everything, and you all are starting to look darker
Jan 2010 · 574
School kids
James Tuohy Jan 2010
School kids are playful, there laughter is stunning.  Always jumping, always running.  School kids don't worry, I'll pick you up at 4:30, have fun till then because playtimes almost done.  Recess and homework don't mix at the most.  You can't blaim it on dog much longer.  But the school bell keeps ringing school kids keep playing.  Who's to show them whats right and wrong just yet.  They'll know for themselves in just a short while.  One day they'll grow up not knowing that it will show up, knocking at their door, knocking and waiting.  But school kids don't worry I'll pick you up at 4:30, good times and memories won't stay the same, iam sorry to say, we all have to grow up one day.
Jan 2010 · 1.4k
Puzzle
James Tuohy Jan 2010
The first time we met, I knew my heart has reset from all the memories of my regret.  You healed my thoughts and untangled my knots.  We have talked so much and had never fought.  I wanted you now, as much as I wanted you then, a piece of a puzzle that was meant to finish the end.  Please listen to my words and take them all, they're for you and no one else.  This moment is like a gift that was never opened, I was waiting for you to cut the ribbon.  I could never leave even if I had to, this bond I made can't be broken.  So take this box and keep it close, and never forget what matters the most.  I wanted you now, as much as I wanted you then a piece of the puzzle that was meant to finish the end.
Jan 2010 · 826
I am lost without.....you
James Tuohy Jan 2010
I lost myself in a dark forest, and fear finally took its course.  Everywhere was an exit, but I felt as though i didn't deserve it.  Screaming to see if anyone could hear, crying to see if anyone would care.  There's no path to take only a dark mistake.  

Running around for one last try, to escape this box of hidden riddles.  It was all blocked from a memory I had forgot.  To solve this puzzle, I knew I had lost.  I remember why i gave it away, it was to heavy to stay.  So I hope u find it, and help me stop being trapped away.  It would be yours not to replace.  Another person to hold in this distant place.

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