I'm sorry that I stole her from you. Even if your love wasn't true. I didn't wait my turn, Instead, I took it from you. There's a hint of sadness in your eyes. It was always there, but more disguised. She needed more than shared taste in music. I gave her my heart and she doesn't abuse it. It's nice, for me, finally. And it will be for you, too, eventually. She's in a place that's years ahead, Than finding comfort in boys, in bed. At least I hope, that my words are true. Just know I'm sorry. I stole her from you.
comprising soul asylum where grateful dead (albeit marked, via weathered tomb stones) hermetically sealed once vibrant corporeal mortals betook their eternal slumber.
One among their number included a misanthrope who sported long straggly hair bushy eyebrows shield
ding cold eyes of steel straggly bearded clammy chin in tandem with a hairy body which when alive (long time ago)
upheld upon unshod feet, a severely hunchbacked ****** Within dense pitch-black terrain (Mother Nature enlisting
a menagerie of life forms accustomed to hellish environment) awash with unrecognizable alien sights and sounds
mollycoddling bewitching warlocks, mailer daemons, trolling trojan horses imps of the pervert chieftains, fiery long and fostered Golems
who called underworld their private demesne also alluded to Marcy's playground holding hostage Alice in Chains
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, The Beastie Boys, Culture Club The Human League, and Village People a Crowded House
Emitting wisps of ethereal matter appearing a small medium at large chat snap ping, flickr ring indeed joyus minions exalting piety good and plenti.
Prone ounce sing proud purgatory promoting protean phantasmagoria hideous hulu hoop dancing holograms highly distorted grotesque silent 10,000 maniacs screaming sinister semblance to banshees slithering across escarpment.
Echoing one end of universe to the other putting to shame initial big bang ranking as a mere whimper that original primordial blast
which cosmological exploits generated heavenly sphere instantaneously comparison viz Krakatoa times Googleplex essentially reduced to insignificance albeit on the analogous tinker toy premised conjectures of brilliant minds
could gander feeble educated guesses asper extraordinary natural phenomena mortal mankind could never approximate as belligerent threats punctuated,
via nuclear warfare merely rates as a flickr amidst uber kindle snap chat ting tinder blinks, extinguishes, snuffs out one lowly Beatle browed bipedal simian.
Drowning in this bright white light I’m alone on this stage like every night Seeing all my fans screaming my name when I walk into the light All I see every night is a sea of flashing lights All they see is me hitting these low and high notes with ease I make it look so easy while I dance to this beat But when its late at night all I want to do escape Escape this never-ending dream where I can’t find peace Peace that would make me feel complete Because my fans don’t really know me All they see is me achieving a dream which is turning bittersweet Bittersweet because they will never see the real me So here I stand on this street corner all alone Thinking about running away from this fame That I once thought would make me feel complete
Just a poem I have been thinking about the past couple of days. I didnt really have a plan about how I was going to put my thoughts into words. Regardless here it is.
One of these days Exams begin. Didn't take long to get right in. No time was wasted. In a better way, Could not have won my heart. Can't bare to open a book when apart. Only thing on mind Is the art of making Creating, of feeling so deep And genius, warm and hazy
Pulling your blanket back on when it falls off in the night. ***** feet and raspberry stained hands. You, chewing on ice. Me, sipping lemonade through red straws. Moths that haunt the street lamps. Dancing home alone, ghosts that sing you to sleep, old records on the table. Riding your bike as the sun sinks sleepily at your back. Being pressed up against the back door. The seasons. Winter. Freedom. Naked, terrible beauty. Watching your back receding down the long, sunlit hall. The two of us, always running away from eachother.