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I'll* tell you  why  I don't want to know  where  you  are
I got a joke  I've  been dying to tell you
The silent  kid is looking down the barrel
To make the noise that I  kept so quiet
I kept it from  you,  pitseleh

I'm not what's missing from your life now
I could never be the puzzle  pieces
They  say that God makes problems just to see what you can stand
Before you do as the devil  pleases
And give up the thing you  love

But no  one  deserves it

The first time I  saw  you,  I knew it would never  last
I'm not half what I  wish  I was
I'm so angry,  I don't think it'll ever  pass
And I was bad  news for you, just because
I never meant to hurt  *you
Not me, Elliott Smith wrote this song.
It's a beautiful song, I think I can relate to it very well.
One of the only musicians I truly get.
I can relate to the emotion he puts in all his songs.
He has greatly influenced my life.
His humble tunes make me reflect.

I only wish he wasn't dead.

May he rest in peace,
may I meet him in another life.
This guy he's so awesome everything in his band Heatmiser and just him as Elliott Smith is something to sink your teeth into.
Protector,
Oh *Great
  Protector,
deliver  me from all *evils of the wicked.
Deliver  me from the snares and traps of hunters of the soul.
Shower  me with your  protection,
for if they shall prosper in their  pursuits of thy  spirit,
bring  me to your  holy  land.
If you let me  live,
allow me to forgive thy prosecutors.
Love and peace to all  brothers and sisters,
enemies and friends,
all  creatures of the Earth.
Love shall prosper. Protection has made it's way to my heart and I wish protection unto you all.
I*  *snap at both my  inflicter and my  savior.
Much like an abused  dog,
who has gone wild,
I'm far beyond help.

My  soul  cries out;
for love,
for help,
for companionship.

I  bark at friends and enemies,
for I can not see the difference between the two.

My  heart is broken,
I  howl out to show my  lonesome endeavors are breaking  me.
My  spirit is damaged;
far beyond  repair,
salvation is not possible,
I need revival to sanctify  my  soul.
Sometimes I think I am this lonesome dog who is broken and abused,  not salvageable not repairable. But I will manage my way back through love.
A mere peon in the universe.
I collect the power for words.
I am way more than diverse,
more than feathers of birds.
Words filled with hate,
words sealed his fate.
He said the wrong word,
now my vision is blurred.
I envision,
The oblivion.
A ***** to his face,
he fills the dirt's place.
He dug his own grave,
with that same *****.
Anger fills my heart when certain words are spoke.
Derogatory terms of racism, sexism, humanism.
They all disgust me and fill my heart with hate.
The flowers fall,
and so do I.
Her eyes pierce my soul,
from the first glance.

Her hands are small,
inside mine they lie.
She has a heart of gold,
I ask her for a dance.

Unified at the ball,
we give love a try.
I can't wait to grow old,
to show my affection at every chance.

Death is down the hall,
and soon we will die.
We paid the reaper his toll,
into the planes eternal lovers advance.
I will find my lover one day. She will be waiting for me, she will be my Parvati and I will be her Shiva we will live in eternity and in this life. I can see her face when I meditate I know she is out there and one day fate will draw us together. Until then I shall wait for her.
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