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LACS Jun 2011
I'll fall upwards,

past the cities
and through the lonely stretches of asphalt and golden hills,
towards fancies and sleepless nights.

I'll fall past weeks,

of minutes
and through pictures stored and kept and thrown away,
towards cravings and fulfillment.

I'll fall

enveloped
and through the silence of solitude and the wanting it brings
towards curly hair and kisses filled with sweet words.

I'll fall into you and wish to never be free

So please...

Don't let me.
If you would like to see/hear this as a song go here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=veUVnasVBUo

Author's note to author: 4th exclud b/e

C/A4/F(3rd)/F(1st)
LACS Jan 2011
If you shot me with your gun
I wonder- if it would make me feel..?

You have had me tossed caressing what was once zaftig and turned simply into "oh, that one".
I wonder- if your mental switch-ery makes me ideal?

After everything you have said, tearing away that of mine which you find superfluous and overdone;
I wonder- if I could ever heal?

But, regardless, you have had your devilry and grotesque fun,
When you took that shot through me with your ****** gun.
I can now fathom what it means to feel.
I can now realize that this pain is what makes it all **real.
This poem flowed out unprovoked.

Thank you for reading.
LACS Apr 2011
I venerate and hold memories
That cover my hands like you did
Conforming to my flesh and warming me
A pair of gloves to stave off the cold of missing you

I taste what you left me
And I am reminded of your lips
That impressed upon me
What it means to wish

I am ardent for that seeping joy
The deep chords that your hands would play
Softly and sweetly entreating me
To desire and sing for you

I hear your voice transmitted
Missing inflections and a face
You are half realized
In this way- but

You still cover me with care
Your affection tailored to my tiny hands
Love is all encompassing
You are my definition.
5th,
A-5/3/2/0
B-3
LACS Feb 2011
She is a selfish girl;
She dreams selfish things.
She wants more from him;
She wants more than what he brings.

Dreaming of a change in him is a torture she bears;
Dreaming of something that cannot be theirs.

Do tell sweet boy,
Tell of all that you want;
Tell again
              and
                   again
        and      
again
        until your words run out.

She will be wanting to hear you speak those
slow
        rhythmic
                      dreams.

She will be wanting to hear your lips move with
love
       captivated
                       streams.

Until your thoughts have been impressed,
shifting from their former state.
And your thoughts have been professed
outward, instead of closed to their fate.

Your new ideals on life intone
And your mouth is speaking themes.
Those thoughts are now your own,
And they are her dreams.
The joy of a rhyme, it makes me smile every time.
1.1k · Apr 2013
The Rosy Cast of Child Love.
LACS Apr 2013
I am your product,
But not your likeness.
I borrowed from you,
You borrowed me.

There is an evenness to our bargain
As long as it stops now.

You laid the cards and instilled my empathy.
To never say no because I couldn't, you needed me.
To listen to your explanations of family,
But you stopped protecting me.

Always saying it wasn't enough.
That you worked hard,
That you worked long,
That I had no excuses,
Because It's true, I didn't.
I had facts of my reality;
Fact of otherness,
Fact of alone.
Of ostracism,
Of wondering if a crowd would bring me companionship.
Of thinking a man was the only way to happiness,
Because you seemed to think so.
Of cursing your talk of family when you left to find your missing pieces in another's bed.
You needing me to be strong because we were all we had;
Shutting my mouth,
Pressing words back into feelings.
That you used me just like they claimed you'd done to them.
Baring their children, not caring for their say, not asking for more.
But you wanted more from me
You told me often and over.
Leaving me to be the milk-less maid.
The child mother to her mothers children,
Your sweet little children;
The ones I fiercely love,
The ones I fear you'll let break,
Like you have broken me.
My sweet little sisters.

You were my first love,
My first true hate.
The woman who bore me,
The woman who cast me out.
The wisdom in my head,
And the fool before my eyes.
My mother, the bringer, the borrower.
The one person I thought would never betray my trust;
The deserter in my time of need.

You may have borrowed my childhood;
Forever unreturned.
You may have taught me kindness in your selfishness,
You may have been my hero,
I thought you were one...
Someone to aspire to be...
But it's so simple and straight who you are now,
Now that you aren't seen through the rosy cast of my child love.

I play my hand, laying them down
Forthright and coming.
To let you know that I am no longer yours,
No longer yours to borrow.
I am my own,
You can no longer claim me.
capo 2nd em - c - am bridge g c am
1.1k · May 2014
Fried zucchini.
LACS May 2014
We used to eat zucchini
fried and hot
with ranch from the packet.
I know that now.

I learned to eat the smallest ones first
because they wouldn't burn my mouth
The large ones burned like nothing I remembered before
I opened my mouth and blew out.
I think you taught me that.

We were at a park then
I think there was a bench at the top of a hill
It had a path up to it,
Packed earth or stone...
It was a dream till now.

We ate but it was late
there wasn't much time to play
I asked you something hard, maybe about mom
I think it was about you
I don't know what you said
but it wasn't satisfying.

I thought that day was a dream, for years.
LACS Feb 2012
Think
That I'm inclined
Think me blind
Do you?

Think me only your child
Think of the last time you truly smiled at me

Think of the time when I came to you with trust
Now all that you've made between us is rust

Think
Me naive
Think me to believe
You're the only one right

Think me only young
Think of last night and your words that stung

Think of the night when I came to you with hope
Now all that you've made is us fail to cope

But perhaps this is what you think of me?
I rifted our family

But all I want is for you to know
That your words can be painful
So that you might change them
them & their tone

I just want you to love your daughter
The way you used to do
When I knew...
capo 7

em - g - c
LACS Mar 2011
I could pick you and
pull the pretty petals of your lies
to my lips

I could have your stain

I could inhale you
and feel the alveoli burst
tissue melting away

I could have your breath

I could look at you
and believe that your eyes say 'love'
when they look back into mine

I could have you...
capo 5

(2nd) G - G - 2onE- 0

3pluck
LACS Oct 2012
push past the hours to find mine meeting yours
working with muscles that are too sore
waiting for the month to turn
because I yearn
for you

releasing my tethers to a place I don't belong
feeling the tension pulling from inside
watching for the opposition
because you'd think
they'd try

hoping for the beginning of true contentment
dreaming of life the way it should be
happy for this changing
because it's what
I need

I measure my days by the lapse of our embraces
In the hours away from your smiling kisses
In the minutes I don't hear your true voice
I am moving forward from my past
to find a future
with you
A g bm
A g d
LACS Feb 2011
Sisters can be difficult creatures,
The towels left transforms me into a preacher.
They combine and plead that it wasn't either- of them,
Defending that they are benign and not leavers.
But I do not accept their lines, I rebut them and decline
What they are feeding me and a desire to confine them- overwhelms.
But instead of convulsing into a seizure or giving in to something malign and of a devious nature,
My words become fiercer as I deliver my "bottom-line"
To those rascally creatures that I wish to refine.
Yet I can hear features of mine, in their voices, before I was their keeper and only nine,
And it made me realize that I, too, once was a creature and not fully defined.
Calming down I enshrine myself and become a wistful dreamer.
To have things I've made stay made would be sublime, and so much cleaner.
And so- in my confines dreaming of refined sisterly creatures, I recline.
Alas, being a teacher makes me want to lie supine.
Silly-ness brought on by small siblings. Oh how easily they can destroy what you have just done =P.

D-G G-***
LACS May 2011
If it is as they say- it will get worse
before a reprieve will reach me...
I wonder if as it ebbs and flows
if that will mean an end to it, that if then- it leaves me.
If hearts grow fonder when apart
then what happens when they fray
untouched, unmoved, left to do what all things left do- fade.
Silence and what she knows it means
he asks, and she is silent of her fears
and hopes he doesn't notice them.
The passion and desire she feels for him flares
and falls and hurts her, needles and shards ripping
into pleasantries and memories of everything they have ever had.
And "I don't know you," and "Do you know me?"
I hate when you aren't here to ease my feelings,
and I love when you're small and apologetic like a child.
It is then that I know you are true.
When you are honest, when I remember you're human.
I Love you.
3rd capo: 2pluck

G/ 2nd on E / Em / 2nd on E
843 · Mar 2011
Angry in guarded words.
LACS Mar 2011
Sit down, review, respond
isn't this what we do?
complements are thrown
creations flit around
and it doesn't mean anything

Unless...

you say something that touches me

Unless...

you say something that punches me

Sitting, reviewing, attempting a response
this is what I try to do
you belittle me when there is clearly a child
can't I refrain from vulgarity if I choose?
but my anger doesn't mean anything

Because...

that is what you want from me

Because...

that is why you said it

and you are condescending
and thinking- that I am "stupid"
that I am belittling an art
putting myself up
on a pedestal
that I am "too cool"

However...

I refuse to engage you in cutting transfers

However...

I will respond to your guttural slurs
with my thoughtful neutral words
I would love to know your thoughts. Any suggestions are greatly appreciated!
LACS Apr 2013
How could I?
When you yell
And change your mind
to suit the current level;
energy you can spare

How could I?
When I confide
And you admit you lied
to suit yourself

How could I appreciate
a liar, a tired resigner
A *******; self focused.

The roof given was warm
until you put a worm beneath it with me.
The lack of attention you gave was forgiven
until you disregarded me and lost my respect.

I fought for you
Told off the ***** callers
I fought off the pity and
Accepted the praise
Because I trusted YOU

You are righteous,
You are hard working,
You are tired,
You are dissatisfied,
You are self-centered,
You are impulsive,
You are resentful,
You don't ever mean "sorry".

Once artistic,
Once thoughtful
Once sweet,
Once kind,
Once did what you taught.

You were my savior
You were my best friend
You were my hero

H.L.C
806 · Nov 2010
emotional access.
LACS Nov 2010
a sanctuary is a figment
that holds onto
crepe thin walls
attempting to console

                                                        ­ & I am so sad,
& I am delicate.


a rectangle-d square
that encases
abundant possessions
wanting purpose

                                                        ­ & I am so sad,
& I am meaningless.


a mirrored niche
that abounds
exorbitant realities
coaxing something

                                                      ­   & I am so sad,
& I am unfound.


my sanctuary is a figment
that I hold onto
nostalgic for touch
I long for you

                                                         & I am so sad,
& I am foolish.

                                                       ­ 
emotional access                               chalant-less spew
you can choose                                 I can't choose
garnered love                                   brained tongue
I give to you                                     given through



& I am so sad,
                       painless in your tone,
                                                         passing as you go.
This is a song I wrote and thought that I'd share.

I'd love to hear opinions.
LACS Aug 2011
I'll add a line today if you do the same tomorrow
Shifting perspective back and forth from this day to the next
If we try perhaps they can be woven into something that is "together"
Instead of "distant" and "away," longing to be whole as I do.

Blurring lines might help this forced insomnia of mine,
Melding might ease your mind,
If we try perhaps we can fill each others chinks and bruises with comfort
Instead of words caressing in place of hands and lips.

Though I always love your words, I crave them physically.
Watching your lips move in the steady cadence that is yours naturally
and the thrumming and rumble of the air expelling through them
my ear on your chest,
my hand below your moving ribs,
riding pleasantly in time with your lover's lilt.

To know you "now", instead of "then".
With no more "Is everything okay?" because you know.
Coalescing what is separate, into one
My happiness becoming whole because my days are now with you.

So I will add my line today, tomorrow please will you?
If you would like to listen to this as a song go here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LpldmJ8ZfLc

Author's note for the author: G-C-Em capo'd where it pleases.
LACS May 2011
I feel silly wanting a life with you
you're inaccessible at best.
I'm always left in your dreams
but you don't dream, you rest.

"I'm not ready, but I wouldn't turn you away"
you're kind and blatant- honest.
I don't know how to hear your words
but it's true that you never promised.

I am shaking and dripping,
wondering if I'm always the one broken.
Curling into myself for something
I could not fathom, nor forsee.
Written a while back, I had thought to keep it to myself.

But here it is.
LACS Jan 2011
With your love you’ve caged me
as you would a bird

Trapped and flightless neither singing
Nor crooning any word

My body fails, I fall apart,
My feeling leaves me

My voice will not sound, my heart hardly beats
I fall to the ground the cold place where I sleep


With every whim and in any way
I pray that someday I will get away

Far away from your love
That has caged me in

And bring my back my heart
That wants to begin

Back to another time
Back to the first line my life once ran on

Far away from this love that
You’ve brought down upon me
An old song inspired by something a friend, at the time, said. They have come to influence me more than I ever would have thought.

Thank you for finding a place in my heart.

P.s any suggestions on how to make this flow better as a poem would be greatly appreciated!
LACS Jun 2011
Give me a soul as the rose has,
brimming with perfume and
dancing in the company of bees,
where nothing concerns other than
"live and let live,"
grow and enjoy and expire.
By grace give me the strength
and the courage to be beautiful and armed,
for I must protect what is precious
and what is for none to touch.
Give me the wind that I might talk with
and the rain that I might rejoice with
and give me the hope that I might have a choice in this.
Give me a soul as the rose has,
and let me be whole.
2nd capo, D/A/ & G/C
LACS Mar 2011
You're so beautiful
and I feel fake
behind glass
and strings
and someone else's voice.

You're so beautiful
and I feel wretched
inside this skin
and head
and someone else's speech.

You're so beautiful
and your brilliance hurts me
and inspires
and breaks
and enlightens
and smothers me whole.

I've been buried in your creation,
It's time that I am born
to make my own revelation.
714 · Jul 2011
A lease on a loved one.
LACS Jul 2011
May I
borrow
you
For a while?
I promise
not to hurt...

Till
tomorrow,
No later
I promise
I wont divert you long…

I know
you are
limited
In time
that can be taken.

I know
it deeply
Somewhere sore
that misses you,
and cannot be ignored.

So may I
Please?
Love you for today?

May I
Love you
In this fleeting way?

A lease on a loved one
is what I'll have with you

And I'll take this given time
and cherish it truly

So may I
Please?
Love you for today?

May I
Love you
In this fleeting way?
To listen as a song go here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BpCnqjleeAA

7th capo
e- 3rd
a-5th

4pluck
LACS Sep 2011
I jitter and bounce
though I am exhausted,
my lids sinking towards sleep.
I wish to give you something that reminds you of me,
And our love.
                       love.
                              love.

So I give time
instead of ***** paper,
making paper pictures all my own.  
Instead wishing I were sinking in sheets asleep with you
And our love.
                       love.
                              love.

Give me a line to hold you to
I'll keep my fingers wrapped round
And in the pretty recycled picture
you'll see me smiling at you through the hours put into
Our love.
               love.
                      love.

Someday we will have more than this
Someday we will have a daily dose of kisses
Someday we will have smile, a shiver , a shudder
Someday you will be more than just my distant lover
If you would like to hear this as a song go here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edXvfj4_ZZg

Capo 5-7

F(3rd) - F - E

C: F(3rd) - F#m - E
692 · Jan 2011
Little white cat
LACS Jan 2011
Hello, little white cat can you see me?
Can you tell me all about your life?
Have you seen the things that I’ve seen?

Little white cat.

Hello, little white cat can you hear me?
Can you tell me all about your life?
Have you heard the things that I’ve heard?

Little white cat.

Hello, little white cat can you teach me?
Can you tell me all about this life?
Have you learned the things that I’ve learned?

Little white cat...
LACS Dec 2010
I asked a man a question I'd been thinking.
"Why is it that humans scopes have been shrinking?"
He gave me a frown,
And looked me up and down
Then told me that I should start drinking.
A poem to pass the time =P.
675 · Nov 2011
Love; I miss you.
LACS Nov 2011
Written nerves of attraction
make me miss you
differently expressed than I know
you excite in a comforting way

Displayed affection of others
make me miss you,
all seen never felt
but if you were here, if only you were

Craving these things that are entirely untrue
but they are when I'm with you, they are
Needing these things that aren't new
but they are when I'm with you, they are

All of it's expressions
make me miss you
pale and fleeting
till our next meeting
those touches
those words written and heard
make me miss you
and love you terribly

Love and all of it's expressions
make me miss you,
I love you terribly.
4th Capo fmaj7 - C (w/o index)
LACS May 2011
She had meant for it to come out as a fact, immovable and unwavering.
But when she looked into his eyes and said
"We will see each other in three months," it sounded as unmeant questions do; lacking and without command of reality.
Had she looked into his eyes, truly?  Holding him there so that there was no way to deny her? And the truth that his absence hurt her? Had he said anything in return? Anything to placate?
She can't remember. Recalling their awkward moments was like trying to find something nice to say when someone complimented you and feeling obligated to reciprocate. Attempting to find anything genuine to give back for their kindness. It was difficult, unnerving and slightly comforting all at once. To find that she was comforted by her lack of remembrance was nigh infuriating. All thoughts that lead to him warmed and soothed her, even those that made her miserable. Because they were the pieces that she had of him, and so- they were precious.
Some awkward bits, but I'm mostly satisfied.
660 · Dec 2010
Lambaste: am I?
LACS Dec 2010
I am battered daily by your lack of empathy
Lambaste, I am your silent child.
And still I strive for your cardinal need;
For as long as someone is receiving my desires
I am not fully broken.

Am I?
LACS May 2011
Days have gone by enough
that you aren't real anymore.
You are anything and everything
I imagine, but with me.

I can't think you
into my embrace
it's been too long
but I try, oh god...
Do I...

I could, I had,
in sleepy fits
thought of
your presence and
been sweetly surprised
by your warm press.

Sleepy fits that elude me now,
that sting my eyes and
wish for your kisses to take away
the pointless drops
and with them my desperation.

I am desperate, I admit;
for the beginning,
for the end.
For anything that isn't me
alone in this house,
waiting for something
wonderful to take me out
of this middle
and the hurt it means to me.

Sleepy fits teasing me with sheets
and blankets that know.
And their knowing is cruel
because I want more than anything
to be pressed close to you, warm,
and fulfilled for the first time
because you don't have to go.

I want the end,
the end of being lonely.

And the beginning of being with you.
A- 2/3/7/5 and 7/9/7/5/3

3rd capo

3/pluck
641 · May 2011
Missing
LACS May 2011
I can shiver
even when
you aren't-
there...

I can smile
too

but it's not
the same
without you...
640 · May 2014
The first boy I ever knew.
LACS May 2014
We used to spend time together,
sitting in your old green beater,
eating ice cream in the park                                                          3 6
I remember you never understanding
my preference for bubblegum and mint flavors over chocolate.

I'd squeeze through this hole in the chain link fence
you would climb it.
I wasn't afraid of getting caught
I knew you would take charge.
And we never did.                                                             ­            3 6    
We would sit at the top of the canal
you would skip rocks.
I could never get the angle right.
I thought that you were so amazing. I loved you.

Surfing was wonderful
I remember loving the feel of the board beneath me
and the water touching my legs
and the smell of it all,                                                             ­      3 5
but I mostly remember how special I felt that you took me with you.
I loved you.

The duck pond by my grandmother's house that we would spend hours together,
feeding the ducks cheap bread and jumping from stone to stone.
You fought off the aggressive geese                                           4 6
I swung myself on the swings while you watched
sometimes you would push me and I felt like I touched the sky.
I loved you.

I remember calling you names in your parents house
insulting ones in jest, because I knew                                         3 4
if I did you would touch me, tickle me,
it made me feel like you loved me too.

But then you started working and you weren't around.
You'd call, but it wasn't the same.                                               7 15
You called me so often talking about when you'd be back around,
when I could see you. I tried to assure you that I was fine. Did I?

You met another girl, you even moved in with her,
so wrapped up that you forgot to turn the lights on and let Tiger die,
your iguana and the boa constrictor that lived in your closet died too.
I remember being sad when you told me.                                 7 8
I think It was an omen now.
Like the death to our own relationship.

This girl was nice, she smiled a lot and sounded sincere
but you stopped calling me "angel".                                          7 8
we didn't sleep together anymore.

Instead when I'd come up to visit you,                                     7 10
you were gone and I slept on the floor while you slept in her bed.
I remember finding the rubbers there underneath, so unclean.

The other girls in your house teased me
because I didn't like horror films, or thrillers
but you would always leave...
So I would sit as far from the tv as possible and cover my eyes and tell myself that you would come out soon or come back.
That you would make it go away because you didn't tease me about it.
One night I got so scared I paced the hallway                          7 8
as quietly as I could trying to calm the pounding and my body shaking.
I almost opened your door but I shouldn't have to rely on you.
I just didn't want to bother you.
I felt like I bothered everyone else there.                                  7 14

I bought candies and gave them to the girls
because I wanted them to like me.                                             7 8
Because you liked them, and I still loved you.

But I felt like you had started to forget about me.
You would say that you'd meet me at noon
and then call to say four                                                             ­ 9 12
until it was six and you said you would see me tomorrow.
I felt like I was a bore, I must be.

After you forgot me multiple times
my mom said that I can't let you dictate my day
no matter how much I wanted to see you.                               9 15  
So I started going on walks when you were late, which was always.
It happened so often that I don't remember how many times.
I felt myself letting go of who I thought you were
because you weren't that person for me anymore.                

We didn't go to the park or eat ice cream or do anything alone.
You brought her everywhere.                                                    7 22
I remember waking up and
not knowing where you were or where you might be.         13 16

And then he came along and was funny,
and liked to eat junk food with me.
We'd swim in his pool                                                             ­    8 9
I thought that I had found someone to heal the hole you left.
But he didn't, he got angry and verbally violent.                   9 12
I was so afraid but I didn't think you could save me.
I didn't tell you.

After you'd call and all
I heard was disappointment in your voice
I lacked education.
You didn't like my isolation.  
And how I needed to get out there.                                         9 16
How I can't let what other people think or do discourage me.
But I did... I let your behavior fill me with discouragement
I thought it was what I was worth.

I thought it was the last straw when I started watching his kids
and you said it wasn't my responsibility
I said that if you had helped me I wouldn't have to.          12 18
That shut you up real fast. Did you feel responsible? At all?
That maybe if you had been a man instead of a boy
you could've seen that I only wanted to be accepted by you,
to have your respect.
You were the first boy I ever knew,                                        1
and my favorite color was blue because it was yours too. 4
You had seemed so sure that my hair would turn
dark brown just like yours;                                                     6
and I would be so sure it wouldn't.

I just wanted to be important to you,
to make you proud, to feel like I was more to you,
to feel loved by you.                                                             ­     0 now

Because I should have been, Dad.
I deserved more... I deserve more from you.                       *always.
The numbers correspond to when the words held true. How old I was or am.
LACS May 2011
To think that you could close my eyes,
and with kisses make me rest
wrap me in your arms of dreams
our bodies gently pressed

I think of you

To think that you could induce a calm
and with your breath lull me to sleep
leaving my mind with moments of you
warmth of your presence I wish to keep

I think of you

To think that you could be with me
and with a steady heart beat, I could view
loving every inch of all that you are
until repose, I think of you.
C- G

F-C-G
LACS Mar 2011
Bleeding lines blur, and you said that ink fades.
Sour, aromatic, crunching warmth nourishes me.
And your words spoke to my conscious; I believe.
Smooth, breathe, firm and radiating is my contentment.
And I see myself after and then and now,
Sitting in this old brown restaurant booth.. happy.. with you.
3 capo
c - fmaj7

4th picking double pluck last strings on fmaj7
622 · Dec 2010
Coke Cola: a father.
LACS Dec 2010
You are the Coke you once drank,
contradictory, sickly biting sweet.
I want you to hear what is true
through- your overtly carbonated
beliefs.

Because-

I know what I believe hurts you
Because your Pop stings my gums and swallows my teeth
I know that you cannot accept what was said
Because the fizz of your mind contorts me for your own sanity.

But-

I know that you don't know what I believe
Because if you did you'd break your old fashioned bottle
and begin to listen to me.

I want you to hear the lies
you've had me drink;
I want you to realize their hypocrisy.
Please, take a sip of your own Cola sting
Because you aren't what you think.
An emotion provoked piece.

I hope you enjoy.
619 · Nov 2010
Thought bubble.
LACS Nov 2010
I desire original thoughts
because I have the means to share them.
But every passing thread of brilliance is quickly snuffed,
it's spidery sinews retreat.

I feel a brimming in my artistic soul
to bring on feelings the way they've brought on me.
But every emotions' cause has already preceded mine, and me.

I grasp at floating inklings, attempting to coax their being.
But every one bursts in my pleading hand,
and I am left with only a lack;
there isn't anything to understand.
LACS Mar 2011
I shake,

              I drip

                drip
                  

                drip

                

                down.

A convulsing mess
in woman's clothes.

Oh pretty little thing
You've gone and lost your precious ring
And with it all you desire
Has been lost into the burning fire

Flesh on bones, on muscle, on thought
All wrapped up and overwrought
Fellow wont you hold her tight
In warm arms wont you plight

I shake,

              I drip,

                drip
                  

                drip

                

                down.

                Salty, wet, silly girl
                Given in to furl
                Sobbing for boy
                That takes away her joy
                He doesn't seem to know
                How much you hate
                His willingness to go.
615 · Mar 2011
Moiety; allochthonous life.
LACS Mar 2011
If there is something hidden
That is allochthonous,
A tiny, distant shard
Pure and iridescent,
No matter the beauty
Honesty has no place
In this well of confusion.

If there is something lost
That is moiety in nature
A sure, capable life
Destined to go blindly
No matter how bright
Honesty has no place
In this well of confusion.

If there is something inside
That is lost, that is allochthonous
Beautifully, alive & whole
Unknowing of it's fate
No matter that I wish
It was still a fragment
Honest love has no place
In the well of my profusion

When that something
Is not myself, but you.
LACS Aug 2012
I wish that I could write you something that would say
I've never felt this way about anyone else

That I could see you and me clasping each others hands
and making plans for the long run

Oh dear boy
wont you be my man
wont you be my man
wont you be?

And so when I ask you to be mine
I mean for all time, I do, do you?

That I want to wake every morning entwined
with your legs and arms and lips, I wouldn't mind

Oh dear boy
wont you be my man
wont you be my man
wont you be?

Can we pretend we're in ireland
on the 29th of february

So that I could go down on one knee
and ask you my sweet boy to marry me

Please dear boy
wont you be my man
wont you be my man
wont you be?

Wont you please
marry me...
A g d a capo 2
602 · Oct 2010
The song I could not write.
LACS Oct 2010
Sounding steps, furthering steps
Down the cement line
Softly pressing, urgently pressing
Closer into mine

A white sky to paint upon
A smile to mark it
A telling of how long
And their kiss to know they sought it

Keeping words, filtering words
Down the contact line
Keenly holding, genteelly holding
Closer into thine

A hot breeze to bask upon
A laugh to mark it
A calming of how long
And their flesh to know they sought it

Warming hands, conserving hands
Down the comfort line
Wanly moving, astutely moving
Farther away from mine

A soft beam to guide upon
A stare to mark it
A smile is far gone
And her tears to know they sought it
Copyrighted, for use with permission only.

Thank you.
599 · Mar 2013
Why don't I know better?
LACS Mar 2013
Incredible naivety and everything it entails
An animal trapped in by pressing rails
Stupid, if it wasn't known better
Don't want to send a ******* letter
Screaming- it isn't real
If I'm the only one who would feel- it
Perspire the disappointment, and misery and sadness
Stay awake for the lack of here and now- repress
it all, and go mad
wearing nothing,
just to feel
to be as cold as it
to conceal
this ordeal
and all that isn't real
Capo  4

Am - G

F - Em - G -Am

Dm -Am- G
597 · Oct 2010
Don't you love me?
LACS Oct 2010
Supplicate my need
perspiration collects & I follow.
Desire me,
a lack of understanding ensues.

Consider my will
winds howl, caught & I follow.
Find me,
a certainty of all of the unaware.

Placate my lust
smoke pervades & I follow.
Love me, please
cause I don't see tomorrow.

                  & This is what I ask
                      This is my need
                      This is my will

You concede to familiarity
& live your life day to day
Taking me by night
Trading a constant for encompassing days
You are okay

                  & That is what you ask
                      That is your need
                      That is your will

But take my nights, please
I do not reproach you them
Take everything I can give
& all that I cannot

But promise me, please
that once you will pander my need
to be happy
Critique is welcome, I wrote this much too late in the evening and I am curious for opinions.

Copyright, for use with permission only.

Thank you.
596 · Nov 2013
Boxes; my childhood fancies
LACS Nov 2013
Boxes needed for things at are me, that are mine
Things are dwindling as I begin to find
What is truly important
Piled on shelves, stacked upon themselves
I don't need to hold onto as much as I used to
I just hold closer to you, my Love

I used to cling to the presence of wealth
Cluttered with what I thought was beauty
When beauty was scarce and fleeting
I revered these truly and they filled me
And filled I have become, now undone
I can let them go, now I know
That love is my beauty, dear one

My childhood fancies remain
My heart contains them
Not my domain
LACS May 2011
Everything is lacking at the end of the day; I know I'm not happy.
Knowing isn't news so- it can't be that bad, right?
I can keep myself busy and forget... mostly.
Small things still make me feel, softness on my feet
encompassing smells, feelings of accomplishment,
but then when I am alone those all fall away,

and I'm not happy and you can't handle that...

I am alone now and this house is big without bodies pressed,
without bodies giggling or whispering too late at night.
I have come to miss them and your substance.
I don't have anyone for that I must care.
So, there is no one I have to be strong for here,
only myself
and me
and I,
and I am one person, there aren't any alter egos here.
and I am not strong without responsibility.

And I am not happy and you can't handle that.
 
Perhaps I'd be more suited to this solitary living if I was someone else, someone more like you.
And perhaps if you knew, truly- you'd break like I do
and make my shattered pieces fit right, and back to being whole.
But I don't tell, I won't, this isn't new
Your presence has always been missed
this- new emptiness
just adds to
the lack of,
and I L-O-V-E... you
But I don't want to tell
because nothing changes,
it can't and I know.

But still, I am not happy
and I don't think that you can handle that.
capo 4th

Em-G-Am-Em-D
LACS Nov 2010
The paper told me something different than it told you.
How can ink speak so clearly and still we get it all wrong?
These things I ask but I feel so far gone, so far gone..

Darling you said it's gone and I did too,
but what does that mean for me and for you?
Could we cage it?
Could we mark it in stain?
And when it's all gone can we remain, can we remain?

The radio wailing has turned it's voice too loud,
and it's speaking is not always true, I've found.
In little voices and silent terms, the key of subjectivity yearns
and it can't remain when Truth is so wrong, when your Truth is so wrong.

What we have been told and what we have taken
seems to have constantly been mistaken into something else
that eludes logical comprehension.
We strive to provide the lies that we like and turn all else to
dice that roll on the table sides only to remain a piece of the game,
the same old wrong game..

One day let us pray that what we all say and what we all hear
is exactly what was intended, no context to fear.
And the people that speak, one day will we meet, and a blossoming might surface.
And that will be the day that the paper told me what it did you;
The day that I might understand.

You are the reason that I survive, Truth.
An old song of mine; heavily revised =P.

Opinions and suggestions are greatly appreciated.
LACS Nov 2010
He was a tall man, six-foot-three.
He was broken; a bad family.

I will fix you, I promised.
I will love you, I pledged.

                                                       ­  She was a glimmer, a light.
                                                         She would deliver me from night.

                                                         I will treat you, I promised.
                                                       ­  I will love you, I pledged.


                   But broken men don't make caring lovers,
        and she had not learned about peoples' layers or covers.


                                                       ­  Don't touch me..
                                                         Don't TOUCH ME!



He had cowered in the corner, below the bread.
Later, I wished he had hit me instead.

                                                       ­                                    
                                                         This hurt could not be        
                                                         forgiven.
                                                       ­  Her once beautiful glimmer will
                                                         now only cause my derision.

                                                      ­   Her confession of that other man,
                                                         my friend's obsession.
                                                      ­   Her crying tears, LIES;
                                                         her hands attempts to console my
                                                         fears.

I begged for forgiveness;
it had come out wrong.
I sank to the kitchen floor,
his rejection too strong.


                            But this wouldn't be the last,
             there are only so many times a heart can recast.


                        What's going on...?
                        Why is she crying?..!



An angel came.


                        My crying child.


                                                        ­ A demon came.


My angel caressed me, held me;
I shouldn't despair.


                                                      ­   A demon encompassed her, held
                                                         her;
                                                         she was impaired.


                        I had felt this coming, I should have prepared.
                        That was the last night that I had cared.


When I should have left you...


                        She should leave him.


                                                         When you left me...


I had tried to explain...
but he won't listen Momma.
He wont let me touch him...
I didn't do anything wrong.


My breaking heart took comfort in her.
The minutes becoming an angry blur.                


                        How dare you..                                                       
                        She was trying to protect you.
                        You should be mad at him!


                                                         She LIED to me!


                        She never lied to you.
                        Without him
you have no roof,
                        now you have no where
to go.


                                                         Blinded by the broken pieces in
                                                         me.
                                                         I relapsed and found that I could
                                                          n­ow see.

                                                         My glimmer had only withheld
                                                        ­ that of which I could not have
                                                         quelled.

                                                       ­  Will you forgive me?


                        I let her go and silently prayed
                        that this incident would be heavily weighed.

                        That their obvious imperfections
                        would no longer prelude the needed corrections.
                        

Hold me.


                        She outstretched her arms
                        and that was it, as if there was no need for my alarms.


                    But that is what the foolishly in love do
      they forgive the unacceptable and settle for 'I love you."
I'd love to know your thoughts.

Copyright, for use with permission only.
567 · May 2011
The feeble drop.
LACS May 2011
gravity rolls you down to the feeble drop
forced was your birth, but wanted
your progress stops.
I want to move you forward
I want many others to join you, in your fall
which is beautiful and stings when I want You.

you are fixed and itchy and I feel you most of all
past the moans and clutching fists.
I am without course now that you have been absorbed
never reaching the end and tickling the soft white flesh;
never reaching fabric in colors that You wear.
passing over muffled screams that no one hears
but those without lips, and those without thumb.

I want to cry more than you, little tear.
But you are all that comes, so sha'll you do?
Perhaps.
6th.

d-2 / g-0 / b-0 / e-0h2
a-3 / d-2 / g-0 / b-0
559 · Jan 2011
A creature came.
LACS Jan 2011
A creature came and she took your name
and strewn it out across the lane
and said- "how does it feel to breath again?"

And her question caught you so off guard
that you felt the last acrylic shard
release- from your chest.

Then she took your hand and she led you down
to the simple place of earth and sound
and told you- this is what you’ve missed.

And how in shock you felt  as you gazed around
at this lovely place of earth and sound
and feel- so mean inside.

So mean you thought that you had been
for leaving all your childhood grins
to wander- all of the grandeur unnoticed.

Then you felt the warmth on your skin
of the giant sun and angel-kin
of the light ones- those holy ghosts you’ve known.

And the creature- she smiles up at you,
and she knows- that you know what to do;
Just love- and cherish- everything.
An old song that I did some slight revision on.

Thank you for reading =).
LACS Mar 2011
I am quite optimistic
in everything but the present,
because you are not present.

You supplement me sweetly-
bringing me smiles when I have none,
cutting miles with the passing time.

Fleeting- you are mine.
capo7

E - A - D
553 · May 2011
Child Romance
LACS May 2011
Child romance, I didn’t think it was
I had small hands in your grasp

I considered expressing “hellos and best wishes”
Reality, said I shouldn’t try too hard
Literal, thought it hadn’t been the eternity needed
And logic reasoned I should wait till' you thought of "hellos" too

These truths wouldn’t console me
When you’d tell of your sold soul
Nor would they sew my confidence back
Once you delivered your sharp words

But I want to speak to you to feel closer to what once was true.

Our rings to shield, the rings to conserve
Rings to claim we loved one another
Were rusted with the
Liquid I cried, exchanged and used,
I was left so dehydrated from the wound that was you.

And that is when I remember what you had been,

When your touch was no longer lightning to my skin
And you were only mildly fascinating like a passing rain
You were wrenched and I became deluded for what I thought was love

But then those truths in the catacombs of my mind
Broadcasted and advertised along your every touch, your every kiss
Expressing a child romance
And what you really were to me
Passing
An old song. I did some slight revision, but I'd enjoy an outsiders opinion. Thank you for reading!
552 · Mar 2012
Cat & Mouse; A Game
LACS Mar 2012
Cat & mouse
They play this game
I look at us
We do the same

Both seeming silly
Yet very wise
We watch it unfold
Before our eyes

A swipe here
A scurry there
This game is played
without supposed care

Yet to the trained
It can be seen
The great battle
That has been
& with it, it can be told
Whether to the young or very old
That every war big or small
Indeed, every quarrel short or tall
Between the weak or the strong
It is difficult to know who is wrong
552 · Mar 2013
Rhymy slimy
LACS Mar 2013
A blinding light in the dark
The one to flare my single spark
The sweetest to my heart
The one that fills the largest part
A puzzle when first met
A heavy, weighty bet
Many moments pass
Waiting to amass
The pieces to direct me
To realize the need be
Filled, cause it was planted
All I ever wanted
To know who
The one

You
LACS Mar 2012
Sticks & stones
They pierce my flesh
But your words,
They break my being
Suppose if you opened your eyes
Maybe then I could begin healing
For those cutting sounds
Formed by lip and tongue
I will forever bare
Perhaps if you could feel their blow
Maybe then you would begin to care
To know of Love
If you would like to listen to this as a song go here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X9teL9WXUTg

capo 4th
D- 5
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