| You are who you fuck, or so I am told
In this miserable city, where status is gold
I've seen shit-eating people who claw their way up
Looking for the acceptance that they never got
It's all about winning the meat market games
Among all the rejects, dropouts and fakes
Did everyone give you the attention you seek
Who's arm are you draped on this fucking week
Trophy boys and trohpy girls
Go fuck yourself, I hate your world
Fair-weather friends are keeping score
Name dropper, name fucker
You're a fucking whore | comments: Leave a comment   |
| just a man
with a pencil and a can
what you see
is not what i see
does not mean we cannot be
following so intently
in a colorless sea.
what do you see when you see this can
it is nothing more than just a man
containing contents of colors
and contents of glory
shedding light on others
and telling his story
though his contents will be different to each one
to him they'll be true until his days are done
one man's life to him can bloom
like nothing but sunshine in a windowless room
the only color found here
is found in shades of fear
to some, nothing more than a grain of sand
this is my life through an aerosol can | | comments: Leave a comment |
| much like the smell of wet asphault
it's hard to tell who really is at fault
or if there is such a thing at all
on a rainy night like tonight
we stretch and grab for traction
but every night we fight
you have the same reaction
i'll never be like this once more
to me, words me nothing, much like a whore
so it's time i head towards the door
on a clear night like tonight
it only makes sense
we aren't together under the pail light
in a field with no fence
you could say it was meant to be
or maybe call it destiny
i could say whatever you say
but no matter how hard we tried
we knew it wouldn't work out that way
on a clouded night like tonight
it's only necessary for us not to bite
into a wound that will not ever heal
and progresses into everything we say
think and feel
you would say that it's not real
that you don't beleive
i would say it's how i feel
it's how different we perceive
we all know now it is time for us to leave
on this very same night just like all of the rest
my heart is very empty and shallow at best
and every time i think about how it might
the only way you can see these fears is under the honesty light. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| trapped.
these locks
this box.
excruciating my senses. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| today i was in your neighborhood
I thought about stopping by
I figured the idea would not have good
Even if I were just to say HI
If for even a second that would cross through my mind
all i ever did was care for you
all that ever did was tear me apart
when you said we were through
I said we had barely a start
I think of you sometimes
and sometimes get down
so i close all my blinds
and turn all of the lights down
my pencil it screams for something that means
anything to anyone in any kind of scene
my obsession has nothing not a thing to do with you
it takes form in a pen of any color but blue
blue was once the color that was between us the bond
for your eyes reflected that light in such a soft, gentile song
It petrified me
just to simply see
the things i saw in the reflections
such imperfect defections
that resided with no direction
within me for you to see
so obviously | | comments: Leave a comment |
| follow me
to this
place
follow me
to his
space
not a thing
can be
taken
do not sing
he will
awaken
bring forth the greif
you are what one might call a theif
cruel temptress
bringing forth some relief
after years upon years
in a hopeless struggle
you revive fears and fears
pushing me further in to
this endless love hole. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| keys are all
in your world, so small
work it out
in a world deaf
to even a shout
never understand
yet hold such high demands
at least write
write what's right
what is trite
to this fight
every
single
thing
in addiction
carried with none
conviction
say kiss kiss
welcome my bliss
yet simple commitment is to great a risk | | comments: Leave a comment |
| LOVE says lots of things
it speaks in different ways
louder on different days
today, twas quiet throughout and after noon
today, wondering how things could change so soon
whisper, please, to me soft things I alone can hear
include all the stories and ways you want me near
near as near, let us
when it's guarunteed you'll forget us. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| it's time
it's rhyme
it's a cold
it's warm and it's bold
it's a fire inside
it's been so so many a time
DENIED
it's a fight
it's contrite
it's your movement
your hips
it's your laughter
your lips
it's this time
not so delicate a rhyme
it's my heart
it's a start
it's your blinks
your winks
your eyes
it's time it floats or sinks
lives or dies
its so delicate
like a flower
it's making me weak
like a tower
it's finally the hour
it's time to make a decision
that is ours
its a chance i could take
it's a move you should make
it's not anything to miss
it's something to turn into, this
kiss | | comments: Leave a comment |
| As I die.. this nightly death
I will take my final breath
of this day
in my own way..
As childish as it may seem
I will di(v)e into my dreams
and like The way the sun(moon) gleams..
just before I awake.
I will LIVE BREATHE and DIE
for LOVE's SAKE | | comments: Leave a comment |
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