To all the poets and writers alike that I currently watch, I do apologize. I have not had the patience or heart to read your works in the last months and I know I have missed some truley great works in that. I will, in comming days, go through several galleries and read through the many works I have deppressingly missed over the last half year or so, yoiu have my word.
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the heart does funny things, when you tell it to shut the fuck up
See, and yes this is another thing most of you wont understand
My cryptic ramblings and explanations repersented by figures shapes and objects that ring bells so loud they leave me emotionally deaf and mentaly inept for weeks, that just sound funny to your ears.
See, Its the way your wings don't drag across the pavement anymore.
it's in the laugh I heard and in the way the smoke hadent reached my lips and seared down my throat to cleanse my hollow insides with a burning sensation of solitude that it only claims these days, it's the fact that all I need... Is to look you in the eyes, and tell you "You'r Loss"
Iron bars melting with smiles and a crystiline magestic glow, methadone comatose and sheltered laughter held in by the way your throat swells closed when you know she's listning. Here it comes, can't avoid it, thew hollow space left vacant by the flames glowing green and blue, the way it still smiled in the back of your mind dies with dry heaves and tears that burn like acid. Body shaking and the cold turned to pain, something you need, something you remember. Each step, swallow the smoke it's cancer and you know it, reminds you of the way you used to go six and a half, eight thirty to eleven, sex then food, cuddle and NCIS, routine till the time came, fighting stars, we love so much. Take my hand and walk with me for a spell. Music drowning out the words from my own ears, the neighbors can hear it, don't wanna hear it. thwe way I keep Telling you what to the now empty night.
I hung up your hoodey today.
still wearing the hat, just cuz mines in a car thats 50 plus miles away atm. I'll hang it up too. Because I gave you everything. One day, you'll forget me. I can already know that, watching what you do and who you choose to talk to, hang with, touch. But I'll always remember. the way I got silent, my heart stopped, my face felt off with this smile I couldent contain. I listend, I told, I gave, I got, Now I'll wait.
Till the day you wake up, and reliaze... That I aint here anymore. Moved up, Not on. Moved Up. You told me to fly, never thought you meant alone.
When the heart brings you to your knees, a second time; this time in tears, You tell it to shut the fuck up, and you let your hands do the work. It's time for me to get up from this hole she left me in. I'm going to fucking fly, and take down my obsticals. no more tears, no more waiting, no more fear. Hollow and Alone, I'll keep Flying forward. (My right hand will always be trailing behind me... Waiting for you to grab it baby...)
By the way, if and when you read this girl, you should listen to the song, and you know what I mean by listen. No anger girl, just think. You changed me... Thank You.









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Lookit! It's my beautiful baby!
(Go to my gallery, NOW!)
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"With ebony blood drops sewn in stitch like patterns and painted over the eyes that peer onwards,
Judging and begging, I cant see why...
I cant tell you just how you took my insides
And turned them around before you even,
Before you even "
You were crazy back then.
I'm glad to see you still are.
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Just like that. Sing for me.
But some things...
Some things define.
those things, they will never change.
"I’m a tenor in the choir but I sing a different song
Of how the wheres and whys of now all prove I don’t belong
But I’m staying I've planted seeds and plan to watch them grow
I've watered all my wishes dreams fulfilled more seeds to sow
And I promise to learn to love the way I've learned to fear"
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"With ebony blood drops sewn in stitch like patterns and painted over the eyes that peer onwards,
Judging and begging, I cant see why...
I cant tell you just how you took my insides
And turned them around before you even,
Before you even "
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Just like that. Sing for me.
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You're pins, I'm needles, let's play.
I cannot pretend I will not surrender to these dreams in my head.
The moon is dark and I can't sleep
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You're pins, I'm needles, let's play.
I cannot pretend I will not surrender to these dreams in my head.
The moon is dark and I can't sleep
FixItFixItFixItFixItFixItFixItFixIt
FixItFixItFixItFixItFixItFixItFixIt
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"With ebony blood drops sewn in stitch like patterns and painted over the eyes that peer onwards,
Judging and begging, I cant see why...
I cant tell you just how you took my insides
And turned them around before you even,
Before you even "
--
You're pins, I'm needles, let's play.
I cannot pretend I will not surrender to these dreams in my head.
The moon is dark and I can't sleep
--
"With ebony blood drops sewn in stitch like patterns and painted over the eyes that peer onwards,
Judging and begging, I cant see why...
I cant tell you just how you took my insides
And turned them around before you even,
Before you even "
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