right now yes i will go
careful not to let it show
as painful as it can get
something i won't soon forget.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Thursday, September 27, 2012
i am not worth your time
the white on the walls will suffice
for my eyes to stare into infinite space
constant sensations through my spine
delight me during my lowest lows
lift me up as i get higher and higher
walking though crowded hallways
curious girls will try to make eye contact
and i am happy to avoid them all
for my eyes to stare into infinite space
constant sensations through my spine
delight me during my lowest lows
lift me up as i get higher and higher
walking though crowded hallways
curious girls will try to make eye contact
and i am happy to avoid them all
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
lonesome me
here i am
lonesome me
standing in the shadows
there you are
troubled you
waiting for the light
these are days when i yearn
for days that won't come back
these are times when i wonder
about what could have been
it elicits feelings i can't stand
feelings i cannot swallow
& as blessed as my life has been
i am greedy and i am selfish
lonesome me
standing in the shadows
there you are
troubled you
waiting for the light
these are days when i yearn
for days that won't come back
these are times when i wonder
about what could have been
it elicits feelings i can't stand
feelings i cannot swallow
& as blessed as my life has been
i am greedy and i am selfish
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
grass
daniel cracked his knuckles
and all his fingers ran away
now he is left with two fists
that pound on the concrete
molly was eating grass
to grow a garden on the inside
after all the grass was gone
she licked up all the dirt
when molly saw daniel's fingers
she ate them one by one
each crunch gave her such joy
as the blood ran down her chin
when daniel heard what happened
he threw her off the slide
ripped open molly's stomach
but all he found was grass
and all his fingers ran away
now he is left with two fists
that pound on the concrete
molly was eating grass
to grow a garden on the inside
after all the grass was gone
she licked up all the dirt
when molly saw daniel's fingers
she ate them one by one
each crunch gave her such joy
as the blood ran down her chin
when daniel heard what happened
he threw her off the slide
ripped open molly's stomach
but all he found was grass
all of my spirit
my appearance changes everyday
to keep up with my changing views
when i sit alone my legs they sway
quite content with nothing to lose
when the sun comes my eyes are open
waiting for the rush of the day
though i still stumble now and again
there is nothing that will get in my way
sometimes i look down as i walk
to see my long legs take their strides
and to myself i will laugh and talk
about things i had set to the side
there is no doubt about what i want
except how i am going to get it
my whispers scream out nonchalant
so that i can appear rather unfit
there are times when i want to drive
straight off the highest cliff
and during my never ending dive
i can spill all my guts
the things i could never admit
i think everyone is beautiful
so i do not like to stand with anyone
loose strings i would like to pull
and watch everything come undone
i write to convince myself
that there is something i am good at
though i belong on the highest shelf
collecting dust, that is what i am good at
when i see a tree i want to climb it
so i can enjoy the view all alone
and with all of my spirit
i realize how much i have grown
people will stay and people will pass
carving their names onto my heart
everyone from the first to the last
will forever be in my heart
Monday, September 10, 2012
we are vampires
listless apprehension with dancing feet
pouting away in the backseat
messages dry on the concrete
girls proclaiming that i am sweet
but i am a vicious vampire
leading my very own choir
listen as our voices go higher
your pretty neck we desire
oh the morning is quite alright
please don't be so uptight
showing no fear with pure delight
confrontations we shall incite
sleeping alone in the dusty attic
this rush of blood is fantastic
all signs of caring remain static
meaningless yet so melodramatic
wait for the lights to move
itching for the chance to groove
and if they do not approve
there is nothing left to prove
pouting away in the backseat
messages dry on the concrete
girls proclaiming that i am sweet
but i am a vicious vampire
leading my very own choir
listen as our voices go higher
your pretty neck we desire
oh the morning is quite alright
please don't be so uptight
showing no fear with pure delight
confrontations we shall incite
sleeping alone in the dusty attic
this rush of blood is fantastic
all signs of caring remain static
meaningless yet so melodramatic
wait for the lights to move
itching for the chance to groove
and if they do not approve
there is nothing left to prove
Sunday, September 9, 2012
slow plane on a plain
with great reservation shiny lights
keep away from peaceful nights
observant kids deep in love
planes taking their time way above
every shirt carefully picked out
for that one person who was thought about
beaming faces seen through the dark
burning down every park
all the time that has been spent
images wherever they went
growing tall with new emotion
planting carnivals with full devotion
a sight for the desire to take in
permanent pictures of where they've been
true blue resting on my shoulders
with my insight just moving boulders
gratification is all that would be seeked
curious smiles for all the faces we'd meet
songs playing as the lights peek through
for inanimate objects waiting to be new
keep away from peaceful nights
observant kids deep in love
planes taking their time way above
every shirt carefully picked out
for that one person who was thought about
beaming faces seen through the dark
burning down every park
all the time that has been spent
images wherever they went
growing tall with new emotion
planting carnivals with full devotion
a sight for the desire to take in
permanent pictures of where they've been
true blue resting on my shoulders
with my insight just moving boulders
gratification is all that would be seeked
curious smiles for all the faces we'd meet
songs playing as the lights peek through
for inanimate objects waiting to be new
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
finding my way home from the peachtree party
"i've waited hours for this
i've made myself so sick
i wish i'd stayed asleep today
i never thought this day would end
i never thought tonight could ever be
this close to me
just try to see in the dark
just try to make it work
to feel the fear before you're here
i make the shapes come much too close
i pull my eyes out
hold my breath
and wait until i shake
but if i had your faith
then i could make it safe and clean
if only i was sure
that my head on the door was a dream"
i've made myself so sick
i wish i'd stayed asleep today
i never thought this day would end
i never thought tonight could ever be
this close to me
just try to see in the dark
just try to make it work
to feel the fear before you're here
i make the shapes come much too close
i pull my eyes out
hold my breath
and wait until i shake
but if i had your faith
then i could make it safe and clean
if only i was sure
that my head on the door was a dream"
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