I need to write I need
To write I
Need to write
Right right
Know
No, I dont need to
It like there's buzzing in my hands
Its like there's buzzing in my body
Like my head's rocking backwads and forewards
I see the open window
And I want to hang out of it
With my weight on my hips
Just like.
Rocking rocking
And. Air
I always need it now
And the way the letters look when I type
Just fast enough
Like theres movement
Like i'm busy
When i'm only sitting down
Its like the colours have gone inverse around my eyes
Like negative colours swirling
Framing everything i see
Like its a tunnnel
But i'm not moving through it because the end is big and clear
And im already there
I can't have faith that's it
(But there is no certainty though in those words i just spoke)
How many times i've wished i might be
That squirrel up in a tree
Free free free free
But he'll never go far
I tried to make art yesterday
I found paper, tape, pens and magazine
A cocktail stick
It looked like *******
I crumpled the paper with oil pastelled hands
I stabbed a cocktail stick through the lines
Wound the tape, wound the tape.
I poured my tea over it
Poured the tea
And it bled red
From the marks of a red pen
But no now is today
Nonoooo why did I go back?
Now is shaking.
Flies on the glass,
But they ruin the dream
But they made a new one
But they never knew.
Sofa sofa and cardboard boxes
Like im in a coat again
Where am I going
I'm not there yet
I want to fly
I was scared to admit it before
Or I wasnt sure
But i'd like to fly
Fly fly
Shaking legs
My eyes aren't right not right
My eyes are dragging too much
Its like the weight's on the bottom
Like a hammock but no swinging noo
Why are there sparkles on the floor?
Who thought of the teapot plant *** outside?
I can see it coz it's white
Everything else is black
But the giant teapot is white there
in the night garden out of the window
Who thought of it?
Who designed it?
How was it made?
Where are they now?
I hope they stilll make things
Never stop making
I'd like to be someone who never stops making
And creating
But i'd like to be someone who starts making
Spiders think they own their house,
Coz they built their web
On these walls we built
And this house that we made
Hahaha
Haha
Hahhhhh
But we built our house on somebody's floor,
(Or someone's wall
Whatever direction they walk in?)
And we built this town on somebody's floor
But I didnt build it
No
Labels
White sticky labels
Only found them again when I no longer needed them
Lets all just live in the world okay
Or even no
Live where you like
2 rules:
Be kind.
Make people happy,
In the very least
Try.
But I dont make the rules
Nononono
Forget the rules
I can't make rules
I can't close it
No closing
Everything just be
Everything
Spill over
Spill over
Open.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
I need to write I need
To write I
Need to write
Right right
Know
No, I dont need to
It like there's buzzing in my hands
Its like there's buzzing in my body
Like my head's rocking backwads and forewards
I see the open window
And I want to hang out of it
With my weight on my hips
Just like.
Rocking rocking
And. Air
I always need it now
And the way the letters look when I type
Just fast enough
Like theres movement
Like i'm busy
When i'm only sitting down
Its like the colours have gone inverse around my eyes
Like negative colours swirling
Framing everything i see
Like its a tunnnel
But i'm not moving through it because the end is big and clear
And im already there
I can't have faith that's it
(But there is no certainty though in those words i just spoke)
How many times i've wished i might be
That squirrel up in a tree
Free free free free
But he'll never go far
I tried to make art yesterday
I found paper, tape, pens and magazine
A cocktail stick
It looked like *******
I crumpled the paper with oil pastelled hands
I stabbed a cocktail stick through the lines
Wound the tape, wound the tape.
I poured my tea over it
Poured the tea
And it bled red
From the marks of a red pen
But no now is today
Nonoooo why did I go back?
Now is shaking.
Flies on the glass,
But they ruin the dream
But they made a new one
But they never knew.
Sofa sofa and cardboard boxes
Like im in a coat again
Where am I going
I'm not there yet
I want to fly
I was scared to admit it before
Or I wasnt sure
But i'd like to fly
Fly fly
Shaking legs
My eyes aren't right not right
My eyes are dragging too much
Its like the weight's on the bottom
Like a hammock but no swinging noo
Why are there sparkles on the floor?
Who thought of the teapot plant *** outside?
I can see it coz it's white
Everything else is black
But the giant teapot is white there
in the night garden out of the window
Who thought of it?
Who designed it?
How was it made?
Where are they now?
I hope they stilll make things
Never stop making
I'd like to be someone who never stops making
And creating
But i'd like to be someone who starts making
Spiders think they own their house,
Coz they built their web
On these walls we built
And this house that we made
Hahaha
Haha
Hahhhhh
But we built our house on somebody's floor,
(Or someone's wall
Whatever direction they walk in?)
And we built this town on somebody's floor
But I didnt build it
No
Labels
White sticky labels
Only found them again when I no longer needed them
Lets all just live in the world okay
Or even no
Live where you like
2 rules:
Be kind.
Make people happy,
In the very least
Try.
But I dont make the rules
Nononono
Forget the rules
I can't make rules
I can't close it
No closing
Everything just be
Everything
Spill over
Spill over
Open.
