all in my head

i scribble notes on a little piece of paper and slap it on my forehead
because i need all the help i can get with whatever lies ahead
time and time again i find myself going around in circles
the feeling of failure leaves me sitting in the corner feeling miserable
i am weighed down by what i promised you i would carry
the shadows lurking in the corner keeps me alert and wary
but i will carry on and keep walking this path for you
because i know if you were in my shoes, you'd walk too
with that in mind i force a smile upon my face and continue
even though what i'm carrying is all in my head, i never knew

it was great while it lasted

we needed room for more, so we simply improvised
pushed everything off to the side and we were satisfied
there was a blank area in the very center of the mess
but we were just happy we were making some progress

we sat in that blank area in the center of the mess
it was the perfect area for us to just digress
so digress we did, and we felt pretty satisfied
we talked about whatever was on our minds and felt electrified

you had your silver lighter and i had my white cigarette
and you lit your silver lighter and i lit my white cigarette
we proceeded to sit real close and shared greedy puffs
until you got up and walked away when you've finally had enough

grasp the idea

according to what they tell me, label any object and it'll be great
get any adequate object and give it a fancy name on a gold plate
and we can celebrate it's existence forever

watching people shower this object with confetti and flowers
the admirers stand over and praise it for hours and hours
and it's importance we can never sever

i can't seem to grasp the idea of whatever they believe
all the time they put into this, and what do they achieve?
but i guess i'll float along with those questions in my head
and use the same mindset with whatever lies ahead

we knew what we wanted

we knew we wanted to break out
the people would know what we're all about
the rain would fall and the sun would rise
they would see it all with their very own eyes
and the hourglass would keep losing its grain
as it blinds our eyes and whatever remains

we knew we wanted to be free
the people wouldn't care about us and we'd let them be
the clouds are where we would lay our tired heads
we'd throw our thoughts into the air and watch it spread
and the world would be fine and we'd be happy
and the world would stop frowning and they'd be happy

think of one

flowers are really really cool to be around
they arec cool from the griound
but tey cant make sounds
i go amd pound like pund
and i go and boiund
flowers keep growing anf never stop growing
and igo and to the dlowre and blow
and in the sky i see the crow
and it goes to the river and it flows
but i dinr see any snow
i see you ands i thinki ill bow
rainbows come and are very cooln too
i was scared and said boooooo
i szaw the blue gooooooooooooooo
earth is round but i like it
and i whip the bity
but no good to spit
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dreaming

the ground splits open over time and weeds grow everywhere
and you swear there was something very fishy in that very air
the house has long been abandoned and everything is still
and you run around and scream for an echo just for the thrill
i laugh and you laugh to break the tension holding us back
and you seem to fill the empty voids of my life i know i lack

we will go on the rooftops and stare at the moon and stars
and we can let everything out so this night can be ours
there are no clouds in the sky because that's how you like it
and the chilly night gives me shivers but i didn't care one bit
you inspire me with only your smile and you are everything
so have a dream and write it down so i know i'm not dreaming

bones

he stared outside and noticed the rain falling way too fast
he walked quickly, avoiding everything he happened to pass
the raindrops fell on his head and proceeded to roll down
he reluctantly tried to fix his hair and continued with a frown
he had spent nearly an hour getting his hair ready that day
but he had given up and left his hair for the wind to sway

he stared down as he walked, avoiding puddles on the ground
he payed no attention to anything that happened to be around
his freshly washed shirt was by then all but nice and dry
he silently cursed the rain and looked up to question the sky
he was walking even more quickly now, his hair covering his eyes
because he could not fix his hair no matter how hard he tried

he put his hands in his pockets to keep it as warm as he could
he stopped at a red light and looked ahead, and there she stood
she stood under her umbrella and her mouth formed a smile
he now looked like a mess, but figured it was all worthwhile
he waited for the green light and began to run when it shone
and you can still see in her eyes that she heard all his bones

as they split into a million pieces while he was running by
and as the driver got out of his car, his lifeless eyes asked why

declare this day seized

we were doing nothing, sitting under a gigantic oak
just staring at the clouds and having a quick smoke
we talked about our lives as the sun was beating down
as the birds flew up high and went around and around
yes, we were doing nothing but we were still quite pleased
because the smiles on our faces declared this day seized

the truth behind coverups

the walls are dull and the paint slowly chips away
revealed underneath is a plain white wall of clay
i stared at the clay and the paint continued to peel
like it was trying to show me what it had concealed
i noticed a little message was beginning to form
so i peeled away to see what it was trying to inform

after i was done a short message was engraved
"the road you must follow is the one you have paved"
i peeled some more and i found a message within
"you may not have your own road, for that is a sin"
i stared for a while and a grin came over my face
"wish for too much, and you will never cease to chase"

i ended up covering the wall with massive colors of paint
a painting of a beautiful girl would never draw a complaint

a hopeful pretense

don't tell yourself you'll do something and back down
don't build up anticipation and look for a way around
say what you want to say and say it with confidence
don't wait till the last moment and make it a pretense
assure yourself everything will play out accordingly
i promise the words out of your mouth will set you free

carnations

sometimes i like to sit alone in my room
staring outside as the carnations bloom
i sit and wonder what its like to be one
depending purely on water and the sun
wind blows outside but i am safe indoors
but i can still hear the wind as it roars

i watch the wind blow away the carnation
and stare at it in complete fascination
the beautiful flower i had just envied
was gone with a quick blink of an eye
i sat back, thought, and quickly agreed
to live with what i have and never ask why

i'm happy

i sit alone in a well lit park on a cold, chilly night
the stars in the sky make everything bright
as i lay on the field looking straight to the sky
the shiny but subtle moon catches my eye

this would be the perfect night to have a smoke
but this perfect antidrug has dared me to dare
i put the phone to my ear and smile as she spoke
and quietly but firmly whisper her name to the air

raindrops

she walks through the long but narrow streets
music from her earphones play melodious beats
all the people have their briefcases and cellphones
expressions on their faces chill you to the bones
she smiles at anyone who happens to walk by
but as everyone walks by, she continues to sigh

the graffiti on the walls have been covered up
and the police continue to wait at every sidewalk
the raindrops are the only sound you can hear
everyone watches tv and drowns themselves with beer
in this world everyone continues to conform and follow
she will continue to live, waiting on a better tomorrow

the true essence

the man is stuck in the middle of everything
while everyone has their lives going
his hopes dangle loosely on a string
and all the misfortunes keep growing
his only love has left for a better life
everyday cuts at him like a clean knife

the man smokes his days and nights away
and his clouds possess a shade of grey
a kind of grey we all love to hate
while he sits alone to curse his fate
he walks the same old trails for years
but it is now overflowing with his tears

through all this he is still alive and well
as he lies on a field with a flower in hand
the man wonders how his life is so swell
we live in blindness but never understand

the true essence of life.

defections in perfections

i will stare into the faded mirror
but there will be no reflection
wipe it but it won't get any clearer
i can't get rid of this defection
and when the sun goes down
there will be no light downtown
i'll take your hand and take you there
lead you to the middle of nowhere
we'll have the time of our lives
at the place defections strive
but when the sun comes up
that's when my time will be up
and i will wake up in my bed
not by you but the mirror instead

earmuffs

i'll buy the sky earmuffs and apologize beforehand
because i don't think it would understand
that i'm going to scream your name real loud
make it pierce through every single cloud
i have a fullproof plan, can't you see?
scream it loud and you'll be free
birds fly without any preconception
and for you there is no exception
so when we're all dead and underground
your name will echo that beautiful sound