#barrage
Oh, Scarlet's got a boyfriend now
She says she thinks she found the one
Well I don't what love is all about
I'm happy for her anyway
Oh they say that "You've missed out"
Cause you don't understand the misery
Oh they say that "you've gotta find out
I'd rather keep it all a mystery
My friend don't you worry about me
I'm fine
I got my head on my shoulders
My friend only cares about things
like time
She say we're only getting older
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 2:15 PM UTC
God
It's almost one AM
And I'm still thinking of you
And how your hands touched me
Like my body was a land to explore
Cliché dreams gone to waste
But I still endlessly loved you.
God
It's almost two AM
And I'm still thinking of you
And how your lips tasted
Like the leftover cheap whiskey
Cliché dreams dwindled to dust
But I still carelessly loved you.
God
It's almost three AM
And I'm still thinking of you
And how your eyes sparkled
Like icy oceans meeting deep seas
Cliché dreams faded to grey
But I still senselessly loved you.
God
It's almost four AM
And I'm still thinking of you
And how your voice sounded
Like rasp and rough melodies
Cliché dreams turned to nothing
But I still mindlessly loved you.
God
It's almost five AM
And I'm still thinking of you
And how your body smelled
Like stale ***** and strawberry wine
Cliché disappeared to air
But I still hopelessly loved you.
God
It's not six AM
And I'm tired of thinking of you
And how you made me feel
Like a powerless, punch-drunk fool
Cliché dreams I won't hold on to anymore
Since I've learned to stop loving you.
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 12:52 PM UTC
Buses are emptied unlike
many minds at this time
in the trudge to work
beneath the canopy of
buoyant barrage ballons.
Another factory day ***** in
the dark figures downcast with bad
war news and routine ritual.
But there is comfort to be had
in the chorus of familiar talk.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 5:41 AM UTC
Firstly Hand me over to the pouring rain
Let me be soaked in that flooring pain
Be sure to let me me enjoy my goring gain
For I surely believe not in my plastic fame,but
Let me enjoy this acidic game I designed , Cos
I know not the rules of this drastic shame
Lastly Let me enjoy my intoxicating
Oxytocin that preserves my metamorphosis
To an ignominious state that will prevail
Through my youthful altercations.
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 3:13 PM UTC