Don't take me tongue Tied

I can't get that song out of my head;

"don't take me, tonguetied,

don't take me, good bye,

take me to your best friend's house"

I like this.

It makes me smile and grimace at the actual world,

unafraid of what awful futures await me,

I have received the grace of knowledge and I accept this future.

Maybe we should all just learn to be taken.

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What does a title do but confuse you?
What does it do but hide what's new and different in the world.


I'm waiting for that someone,
even if they can't see that I've changed;
they really take the breath out of me.
That people could be like that,
I'm always dreaming,
wondering if this is love or a dream upon a dream.
A dream to take me away from a reality I don't to believe is true.


Does the light lie to me too?
Hiding what's true by changing its rays of light,
to cover up somethings that I don't want to see?


I guess it's just a dream, then,
cause I'll have no one to ask,
but until then you can be my honey.
And may I be Winnie The Pooh?

This is me before anything has begun

I am a [0], a nothing,

a nobody, an insignificant spec.

I am the spec on the earth which is a spec in the universe,

do we really exist at all, if we mean so little in the grand scheme of things?

Compare me to everything else,

belittle me and drive me into the ground,

make sure I never stand up again,

because I don't want to live on this planet anymore.

Not when there are people like you.

You make me feel so special.

Dreams are the tears of your heart

Sparked the stirred,
I'm sick of your face.


This is an unfortunate parting of ways,
haven't I just met you?

The years behind me will be a bore and a waste of my time,
but I will always remember meeting you.
And I would regret if i never said anything,
so i can only say it here in the kingdom of my blog,
inside a fort,
I'm safe, alone forever.


So lower the drawbridge and scream out loud,
because unless you do then I'll leave you to the alligators,
and nothing will change if you're proud.
It's the dirty stretch of your life that will make you suffer,
for the people closest too you will forget that you liked their best friend,
and you will no longer be cool in your own right. It will be a mystery.

Shattered down in 30 seconds or less

i was so high, swaying from side to side,
not knowing what would happen to move me next.


That's when the beat dropped and brought me back,
I see it here, it doesnt let me have anything to say,
she pins her finger on my lip and tells me to sit,
she's going to play I don't have to tangle up the strings that make her puppet work.


I bet i'm addicted to all kinds of escape and
i take it out on you because i'm so alone,
look lady;
i'm so hopeless I'm suicidal daily,
cause I don't have the energy left for this relationship.


Her stress rejuvenates my breath,
it gives me hope that she still has something to live for,
she won't ignore me, give me the evil eye,
because she realizes I'm the only man who acknowledges her existence;
that's what happens when people think you're an unobtainable beauty,
you get left alone and your game is boring.
So you prey on others who don't have the blessing you do,
and you play them like a card game,
left to chance but you don't realize they won't go down without a fight,
so thats how it happens up in here,
I've had it with your shit now get up and disappear-


wait. I guess I was wrong.
since I'm still in this friendship.
A friendship never was a relationship, you're right.
I guess I took a little too much,
should have just waited a few years.
My fault for taking your cigarette.

I didn't make the mistakes right the first time

I let you go,

I let you stay that way for another day,

because I didn't quit giving up on you.

There's something special about how simple you are,

how much you can appreciate the things I hate about you.

And I mean you don't.

You're too simple to see it,

You are happy knowing nothing but what you want to.

You can't even see

what's a part of me.

So you realize face down to the ground,

that fear is near and this one night will make you see here what's gone.

Once upon a dream,

this was a part of me,

but now you won't even try to realize,

because you're happy with those lies.

Let me kill the villain,

it's you.

Stop staring as my eyes glare straight at your heart,

I won't even try to make you realize that this is me.

What is the hope that we have ridden ourselves of?

There's nothing left, really.
Cleaning up is like starting again,
except you get to work backwards and see your mistakes as you do it.

I guess this is why I never reflect upon my mistakes,
because I'm too busy making new ones and leaving the old ones behind for others to clean up.
That's why the dirt stains my hands and my feet,
leaving me sore and broken,
because I am someone else's problem.

I wish I hadn't stood so close to the edge,
living in the center of the sun,
because even if I'd told you what it was like,
you wouldn't understand the pain it caused me to live each day.
I burned too hot and lived too young,
I felt around in the white light for something to hang on to,
because I thought that I needed someone to pull me out.
Then I realized that I was at the center of the universe;
people looked  to me.

... So I stood up and got together,
told my thoughts to go away,
cleaned my slate and bought a new pen,
then wrote what I felt so that you could read.
I spoke to the page what I needed you to hear,
even though you will never read it.

Maybe the sun doesn't burn at all,
Maybe it stares at us from it's place in the sky
because we want it to.
And because we wouldn't know what to do if one day it decided not to.
This is why you see me every day.
Because if I didn't then something would be wrong.
And in your world,
everything is okay.

My love, she is like a river.

Rolling along,
ignoring the cries of man and chance-
You can't keep her from moving on
but if you get down,
really get down,
down,
then
maybe 
you 
could
tell
that
girl
"how much I love your brain."
Suffer her with the burden of pretending she cares,
that you love her smile, her voice, her brain.

-that she doesn't have to be everything mainstream,
because what she is, is good.
And beautiful,
as mere exposure can only do
something great about a mystery.

I finally understand it,
the secret is mine.

...

....

.....

Too bad it's not a formula you can change,
just something you can understand.

This is how she works.

You're honestly in Love

But let me tell you a hurtful truth,
one you may not want to hear.

Y
 o
  u
     all lose in love.
You
       a
        l
         l
          lose in love.
You all
            l
             o
              s
               e
                 in love.
You all lose 
                   i
                    n
                      love.
You all lose in
                      l
                       o
                        v
                         e.


How we wanted it to be...
But now I'll never see you again.


Supposed to be,
Did not happen,
This is struggling to get out of a coma.
The boy you know is Dead-ead-ad-d-d-dd......


We just wanted to live so you'd remember me,
Now you're never going to be here again,
You checked out-
And tell me what I once would have wanted to hear from you,
because I am now the one in charge.
I've run from the keeper,
I've escaped from its recursive spell-
Unlike regular people, the people you know,
I no longer feel the need to fall in love.
And so you come to me like I am your god,
because it is actually you who just wants someone to listen.

Honestly, I've been begging for answers...

As I run I start to breathe.

And what's left of this paragraph,

The words are nearly over now-

     Now being here near the ocean,

     There's proof that you exist in more than just my dreams;

     I could stand here for hours just to ask you that question,

     But I start to think everyone here is make believe.

... So now I've turned around and I'm running away.

Away from you,

I'll be desperately waiting alone in the dark.

While you think of the world as it could have been,

I'll find another man who you can love instead of me.

Waiting for proof that this sunset is just a silhouette dream.