Monday, 13 February 2012
And we climbed so fast
And we fly,
As we fall-
Hold my hand through it all.
If we built something out of nothing would we break it or will we never find out at all?
Is this what I meant to you,
when everything I said to you came out sounding so very small.
As the sky falls down around us now,
Tell me everything will be okay.
I'll believe you,
You don't have to tell me how.
And then we can cry while looking up at the shards of glass,
because we'll be safe.
Untouched by it all,
Scratched up and bullied,
You will take care of me, I'll be fine.
That is-
.... Until I fall back down.
Sunday, 12 February 2012
Closed by Desire
Would I drown under,
or am I blindfolded by desire?
I'm at home now-
So now I never have to leave.
I've been bad so I'll never explore...
I am yours now, so You never have to leave.
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Loo loo surprise
I love you, sorry for saying. Hello.
We're all gonna be 19 one day;
Lets love one. Day.
Friday, 10 February 2012
You hate me for everything, don't you?
I wish the things I said were more logical,
I wish I wasn't the one thing that could ruin your life.
I wish everything wasnt going so right for you,
I wish there was less for me to break of your heart
I wish I wasnt so useless, I wish I guess, that you noticed me like I notice you. I wish death wasnt as inportant, I wish I could just hide away and be loved by you. But this is impossible. So I will hide alone.
Beautiful, you are to me
Titles mean nothing to us under these big blue stars
we gathered stars;
we took off both our slippers,
and sank into the water.
We met a man who told us what we needed,
he gave us direction.
Then we swam and we found,
hold my hand through it all-
If we jump into the water,
would we swim or would we drown?
If we build a set of wings then could we be fly,
or just fall down?
And if you keep talking to me,
maybe the darkness throughout this night will be alright.
There we were without a map,
without a path,
without a destination.
We knew where we were going.
I carried you there on my back,
so that you could see the ground below us,
before you let go;
And we fly,
and we fall.
Hold my hand,
through it all.
And if-
If you keep talking to me through this darkness,
through my life,
I'll be alright.
Thursday, 9 February 2012
The things we once understood
Did you see it how I saw it?
Or did you miss it by a mile?
We didnt cross bridges,
We didnt climb mountains.
And Im fine with that.
Because Im in love with a bitch named misery
Monday, 6 February 2012
An extended metaphor
Close your eyes and enjoy it.
Feel it burn,
You payed for this.
It's tight, constricting;
Doesnt it feel good?
Doesnt it make you wish you could have this every moment of every day?
You could have this right before you sleep,
Help relieve some of the stresses of your every day.
It's something different from the ordinary.
People think it's cool to do it,
They brag.
You do it cause it's fun,
You like having it in your hand,
It makes you feel in control.
Watch the faces of people twist and frown when you talk about it.
Youre smoking a cigarette.
Sunday, 5 February 2012
I took it for granted
I never learned from.
I got mad.
And yet you were there for me,
why didn't I say "I'm sorry"?
Was I selfish?
I don't think so, for I still love you.
Maybe I just fell too far from the truth,
landing in a hole that I've dug for myself my hole life.
Overnight,
I realized.
Throughout the day,
I was taught my none other than yourself.
And you didn't have to say a thing.
It's a beautiful thing,
your voice.
It's a horrible truth,
your sheltered life.
And I take what I have for granted.
So laugh with me,
at all the stupid things.
Stand with me,
as we watch it all burn.
And maybe-
Maybe then,
We can grow as people as we understand that nothing else matters.
Nothing but the things that will never last.
Writing to a mask called sober regret
Empty plates fill our stomaches,
The consequences are everywhere.
Trying to set things right,
We trip in the shadow of a beast,
While standing on the shoulders of giants.
What is this mystery,
What is it that you think of me?
Let's enjoy what little time we have left,
Give me your hand and ill give you mine.
Ignore the cuts;
Scars dont disappear over time.