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We've said all we can
But when will it end?
We talked until the sun came up and now I'm losing it, my friend
You know I like your words
But they've been heard
Can we please shut up and just be with the birds?

I think the moon got bored
You see those nails in the door?
I can hear them on the side of my mind, scratched off on chalkboard
There's a time and place
For time to waste
But we've wasted enough I need a different kind of taste

Did you feel it too?
There's something better we can do
It doesn't matter to me, can we finally just blow this tune?
I know tomorrow will come
But before we're done
I'd like to thank your mouth for the race its run
Was my body just a welcome mat
For you to wipe your ***** feet.
Or was it a place for us to meet.
And feel the heat
Of our bodies
Pieces of me fade away as the memories pass by

Me...
Without a life jacket
I sink into the darkness night beholds
My fate is carved in stone with blood I shed in the days I loved
When I roamed the streets so life could continue
Sleepless nights I braved with eyes wide shut driven by a dream
Countless hours burning the clock I stared at while wasting away in the depths of second rate
Oblivious to my surroundings because love is blind
The pain was symbolic to success because in my world no pain, no gain
My vulnerability severed the cord in which I breathed
Life had ceased because
Love
Is
Blind
There's plenty of fish in the sea,
but what about the bad ones?
I feel like my skin is made of wool
and I'm always Yoshimi battling the robots,
but maybe the Yoshimis are battling me.

And I've always hated gospel
but it's the most honest shitlist I've read;
and I feel like my mind love to play tricks on me,
like my own personal sugar daddy.
It's my zombie friend that constantly lies to me.

The bells in my brain keep ringing "rill rill rill"
like the disorderly dreams they know best
and I can always feel the knife tickling me until it hurts like
"Why don't you come to my party, Valerie?"
but I always end up alone by the woodpile out back
wishing for the past black out days.

These emotions spread like wildfire
miles away to the sea-saw I once admired from the ground
never getting higher.
And I've always been a two-headed girl but never a friend
and although I know it's a man's man's man's world
I know it now more than ever.
and every single night I morph more and more more
into Mrs. Robinson and I'm more and more and more
terrified every single **** mother ******* day.

I've had my one-life stand
and I'm settling for being confronted with my failures
though I have not confronted them.

And although every one else can enjoy swimming against the current I can't help but be the one breathing under water that ruins the trip to the lake.
What do I mean?

I never know.

I just want to be the king in a purple robe of velvet and satin asleep on a throne but I'm stuck asleep at my own feet waiting for someone to poke me
until it hurts.
My favorite songs
T H E  B E G I N N I N G
It's always blue skies,
glittering eyes,
red wine on our lips
when you say goodnight.

It's always new highs,
butterflies,
everything I think I need
to feel right inside.

T H E  I N E V I T A B L E
It's always grey skies,
white lies,
red wine on the floor
when we're fighting
for hours 'til you say
you don't love me anymore

and the door closes behind you
and I beg the sun to rise
and it's always
always
always
you who says goodbye
Forget me, forget me.

Let me soar ,and shackle me not to this celestial pit

Let me be, let me be

Let me cast my long hidden shadow onto the moon, the stars and out further than andromeda

Let me ******, Let me ******

And for heavens sake not the four seasons

Because for every summer there is a winter

But freedom from this bind lies in astral interstellar hitchhiking

And let me sail but not to the community of hatred and hated

We will all be swingers when we lay down on El Dorados doormat


It 'reads "oh yes, free, freedom you've become"

So forget me, let me be free and ****** into the absences of cohesive atoms

If not held captive. The only sense is aroma and gone from nostalgic induced swooning

And there, oh there, I will vacuum la polvere di Stella that witnessed the most grandiose falterings
My inadequate attenpt at a Gimsberg style
I wonder what you think
when you see a spinning
woman.

A woman wearing
dark colors and bright tights
and tutus.

A woman who hides
herself in what she
doesn't wear.

A woman who shows
who she is in what
she spins in.

I wonder what you think
when you see a woman spinning
and that woman is me.
I fold myself into a billion pieces
So that they will not see the gaps
That pierce my soul
I am an eclipsed moon
On a cloudy night
Strange...
when I had fallen in love fiercely...
when I hurt my heart deeply...
when I wrote my words profoundly...
when I stood for my feelings proudly...
I was seen as....
"The Un-Permitted Burden"
I'm happy with such Label....
I'm Happy that I was
Genuine!
I'm insightful...
I'm still Alive...I'm not Sad...
I shall become a rock, quarried out of the earth. I shall be hard and weather worn. I shall be a solid foundation upon which you can build. I shall be steady in the storm. Though the wind blows upon me and the cold and heat test me, I shall be the corner stone. On my sacrifices and trials others can build. Upon my accomplishments they can rise above and beyond. I shall be the pavement stone upon which another can walk. I will be the rock on which they can climb higher. To all who seek to surpass what I have done and create a better world, I shall be a foundation stone.
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