i wish we didn't have to break up
every time you say your cell phone does.
you're avoiding everything i've got to say about us just because we're ending "us" again.
Pearls of wisdom
Strung by years of,
Wisdom and experience…
Bars of music
Marked by emotional tones
Frequency tuned by the heart…
Clusters of insights
Sparked by flashes
Of intuitive knowing…
Threads of happiness
Sown on canvas
Drawing from a soul’s evolution…
Expressing my feelings for you, it worries me.
How would you take it?
Is it awkward?
Are you annoyed or flattered?
I don't need you to feel the same.
I just need you to understand, what I say, feel, mean.
Drenched in two tones.
Both full of love.
And they weren't worth ****
If I memorized
all the tones that drifted in from
a world of happiness
we are no longer inhabitants of,
the tones that drip ever so slowly
filling our heart with love
and filling our life with pain,
the tone that ripples through
every word I weigh on my tongue.
all the tones
that resonates in me as the wind passes
through the places in my heart
where your laughter once lived,
all the tones
that separate bird cry and bird song.
I think I would find the song we lost,
the song we sought
that we could never hear
in the noise of our shouts.
And though our love is dead
I would like this song
to have a home to rest.
As for our love,
what is lost is probably
lost for best.
They are spying on us
from the black ether
eyes good enough to
spot you from over there
to over here and beyond
What do they see behind
this thick veil of flesh
are they soul searching us
or are they just curious enough
with all that money to find
nothing but me and you
loving each other...
Most of us are just living our lives.
I am a little note,
A voiceless sound.
Until I am embrace life,
I shall stay bound.
But lend me to an artist
and then you shall see,
How he'd mix me with his mayhem
so a symphony I can be.
But if I wished, then I
could be a patriot's song;
the anthem you people would sing,
but that won't be for long.
Because the next time you hear
I'll be a melancholic tone,
tearing your heart apart,
as you stare at walls alone.
Or I could be a joyous rhythm
to make your soul smile,
or to make you tap your feet
and forget the world for a while.
For I am just a note;
you thoughts, I can vocalize.
Deciphered only by the heart
and not the brain of someone wise.
I thought God was calling me until I realized my phone was dead and
my brain was just reverberating the ringtone that was ingrained in my head next to your name.
I'm so ******* lame, because
it was just the static along with the 100 miles with no signals.
a you showed me what love was when I thought my savior had left me.
I thought you were the one, darling..
only to have you smash my heart as much as my ******* phone screen.
it's okay though,
I have my network to back me up after you left me.
so more more dial tones.
Human beings need help.
They can’t do it completely on their own.
That’s why we spend some time calling out to people.
But it just ***** when you keep calling out to those,
Who have already hung up the phone.
My inside sings out to me, to make out with these hands.
(times being asleep, I signed in bone-whiskey, an X on the line______._______
Just do it the same, as if done dry, as bones on a cross to it:
the river Styx, needs coins when we drink
Johnny and Walker, the streets are skeletons.