that's completion |
i began to tell myself a story...that i was telling a story...about us being only what we're seen as,that it isn't enough to live and let livethat it is what it is,and that couple minutes in my mind, ...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Jul 2009 22:09:00 GMT |
difficult is not that hard |
i've got this tearing sound, manipulating a simple decisionbetween staying found in a life of people losing,and moving on to something that i know is better...though unknown, i know it's betteri know ...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Jul 2009 15:03:00 GMT |
almost caring |
Maybe, she doesn't notice...that i would treat her like a queen?offer all of my attention...i count the footsteps as we breatheit's hard to take my eyes off youi hope that mostly, goes unseeni'm tryin...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Jul 2009 04:34:00 GMT |
i haven't written much lately |
not much to talk abouti just don't have too much to sayor noone near that will lend an earcuz i could go on for days and dayssmoke a bowl and zone i'm stonedi'm high, not blown, not sad alone at homei...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Jul 2009 07:50:00 GMT |
understanding what i can't end |
i've wanted to runbut i'm too afraid to hidestanding at the centerexposed by awkward, flankingleft to rightit's blinding me so i can't seea taunting enda frightening dreamthat steals my sleepit render...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Jun 2009 14:02:00 GMT |
the movie of your life |
you spin me right round, baby... right round?that's how it goes, a broken needle scratching perfect recordsbecause the itch is imperfectedi don't know what it really means,perhaps it means i am infect...
Posted by on Tue, 05 May 2009 11:17:00 GMT |
captured by attention, you capture my attention, capsized by the tension... |
so i was at work on saturday... nothing out of the ordinary, except i had the flu... not the swine flu... though that is close to where i live... just the regular 24 hour, losing all my fluids kinda f...
Posted by on Mon, 04 May 2009 07:21:00 GMT |
same lesson, different voice |
the rock methe hard placeis suffocating smashing me 'till i can't breathe...then letting up to let me seethe weight of every worryis just the pressure of my feari want to be perfect... the way i used ...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Apr 2009 14:02:00 GMT |
i know what's coming |
have you ever spun in place for days,while paralysis sets the sun...and rose, the moon,telling fortunes for the price of breathingdeeply, losing count of all the money...you've lost to live this lifea...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Apr 2009 11:23:00 GMT |
the answer to every question is patience |
it's like letting the wind, slowlydrag your feet...along the streetuntil the concrete becomes the dirtmy shoes fell off,and the blades that cut...you and i at seperate times,from the thought of findin...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Apr 2009 03:48:00 GMT |
