I was told that I could loosen up, And I was taught how to give more love. And i was safe at the end of the days, And I was told that bad men give good praise. I was left Lingering on the side post And I always felt Like his only true disciple That's when I learned that not all girls walk the same That's when I was taught to start number my thanks. So, sorry to the city that's still aroun » Continue Reading
Ichor runs in your family, Your blood runs thick as ink. An impossible bond to severe, Stops fantasies of being free. Its the branches that binds you, The words picked from poison, Bright red berries blind you, A chemical composition that will leave your body broken. The family TV covered in vines, Grown with the words that kill your mind. Mockingbirds killed on your nightly news, Giv » Continue Reading
Do you see yourself in my art? It's to be expected. That's how analysis works. Your lived experience forced on my own story. Did you forget who the author was? I'm sure it doesn't matter. Don't seek my intention. There is none. What is your experience? How does it related to the lines ive written for you? Not for you. You sit and observe the world's I build to explain my existence. You build your... » Continue Reading
Green clovers and grey skies, I miss the way that the cold used to tempt me. How the city seemed oh so enticing, How I used to cherish the small things. I miss the times when I didn't know what the radio was saying. When you had the guts to claim me as a product of well spent time. I am not a friend to the adults that coerce me. Maybe Silverdale produces fucked up minds. » Continue Reading
In the back of a dimly lit shop, Waiting for the quiet music from the front to stop. It sneaks in and trains my mind in the way of melodies, I bring my knowledge home where I can put ideas into practice, I'm praying that poetry and whispered chords are the remedy. I have a longing feeling, He describes it as a craving. For something more, Something less. A hunger, More than animalistic, It is nece... » Continue Reading
Patches, stitched and sewn, a thick and unworkable kind of fabric, makes it impossible for things to be known. Laying in the closet, abandoned project after project, why do you keep things even when you understand that they need to be thrown? A hoarder of sorts, but for project pieces, a creator who plans to tinker with broken seams. a ripper in one hand, and a whole lot of passion, still cannot » Continue Reading
I have three guitars hanging on the wall of my house, they are out of tune, and two members who are "musically gifted". I want to learn to put melody to my words, I want to follow in their footsteps. Piano and clarinet aren't my thing and not the reason I am going to college, I have that underlying need, like my sister did. Maybe I crave the spotlight or maybe I'm afraid of commitment. Make me the... » Continue Reading
Lavender daydream baby, he looked better on his knees, he makes the masses swoon with a smile and always perfect timing. What if I yearn for you? In a way that's not friendly? Every time I stare at the stage, I'm convinced you've infected me. Lavender disorder Lavender disease People will swear up and down that you are spiraling, but in my arms you seem fine to me. Maybe we run away, Forget about ... » Continue Reading
She'll sing the songs by heart, she walks miles to the venue, she is there at 6am to be the first to see you. A girl in the crowd is all she will ever be, you'll never understand how much she truly means to me. I learn the songs and I'll be in the crowd, with two of us the volume is twice as loud, I'm down with her hobbies and I'll follow her on your world tour. I participate in the fascination be... » Continue Reading
Pretty pretty lights in the city we neighbor, When I said I'd take you to see the stars it didn't mean we would be together forever, I'm sorry I ended things because I'm desperate for connection, dying down, lost in my own exportation. I ship out the character I so beautifully portrayed, I can be the best figure for your display. A collection of my ideologies boiled down to what is disgustable, a ... » Continue Reading
To the liars and cheats, And the guys that broke my heart, To the people who decided that the only way to save me was to tear me apart. I haven't forgiven you, and I don't plan to. I think I can live with the nasty feeling of pain that leaving this thread loose gives me. If only because I know it hurts you more, to not get that sweet confirmation that those words that you said to me ring true, tha... » Continue Reading
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