Chameleon eyebrows
Eat my heart out

Chain link membranes
Focus hard
Hear my hands
Dial my burdens

Entropy and terror
Alone never
Focus hard
Soon it's forever

Let me heal
I've got plenty of dying to do later

i see textures
landscapes
moving fluid
organic
alive

the sound isn't a song
it's a piece of art

colors and hues
bouncy
meshy gradience

the sound isn't an album
it's a collection of circumferences

there is no math being done
those who calculate the soul are musicians
i don't calculate
it's just there

the sound isn't a note
it's discovery

~,x'~

i hope someday i can show you what i see
i gotta say
it's a beautiful day here

people **** here
I mean they really tear each other apart
and if I’m being honest
I just don’t care

like obviously I’m missing something
it seems like everybody’s doing it
but I could never get into it
I just don’t care

I guess I didn’t always feel this way
even a year ago I was sympathetic
I thought it was a necessary thing
sad but needed

yeah that’s some *******
people **** here because they like it
they like to tear each other apart
and I think they know they’re wrong

they just don’t care

can you see the noise
feel the landscape beneath you
smell the chlorine in the dissonance
taste the blood in the harmony
hear the silence

swirl
cool and dark
pink and gold and brown
fluid solids
nostalgia for the future

i bleed rhythm
i sweat melody
i spit form
i cry syllables
i ***** soul

i see the helix
feel the landscape pressing my temple
smell the swing in the waterfall
taste the salt of despair
hear the art under the dirt

muffled

but kicking

i'm trying to tell you that i don't just hear it
i am it

liv dessi liv

my sadness is a burden until his isn't an option

the only time you're nice to me is when he's mean to you

you only call me best friend when he doesn't call you

you call me crazy

well I'm the one who's still with you so

maybe you're right

She wears a push-up bra and I do push-ups but we both **** at economics so it doesn't really matter

We've made-up so many times my phone auto-corrects 'I love you' to 'I'm sorry'

The problem isn't your hypocrisy, the problem is your conclusions

You call me names but I don't call you at all so who's winning

I'm sorry

so what it's cliche
so what I've said it billions of times

I love you

and it's like a realization for me every time I see your eyes

so what it's cliche
I mean it

I love you

These words written in ink and fear

These words meant to tear, build, break, kiss

These words that embrace or give hate in misuse

Or even create portals you can climb through

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So climb through this portal and live in these words

Thrive in these lyrics and feast in this verse

For the real world's too harsh and these words can be walls

A portal

A home

A poem

A song

They asked me if I wanted power
They asked me if I wanted money
They asked me if I could be happy
But I couldn't unless you still loved me