I am high on coffee
I am not her
Forgetting you will be extraordinary
Battered paradise in the kitchen
Be the creator of your own
Nothing.
Lascivious as rusted bones underwater,
You are still in my mind.
I remember your hand across my back.
Folly as it scatters in my chest.
You mingled another year to hollow out mine eyes
I am real.
I am not her.
I am not her. I am not Sam.
Forgetting you will mark my organs w/ a big black X.
Rotten botany in your eyes that night.
Your mother's van.
Forgetting you will
Kill the gravity
Begin the buoyancy
I am high on absence
In its rightful place.
C on tra r.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
It's not about "Pretty"
It's not about pretty
It's not about thin
It's not about skinny
But i'm gonna win.
it's abouther
and not about me
her voice is not cruel
but it's not helping me
if you know who i'm talking about,
i'm sorry she hurt you, too.
but there's no turning back
as you cringe or you shout
when i turn to her, it's all up to you.
I'm only at peace when I'm not really me.
I step on the scale and I think I can see.
You tell me I'm blind,
I tell her I can't.
But she shows me no remourse
As she giggles at my rant.
But she's beautiful I want to be her.
And I don't really care if it makes me hurt.
Water's a friend.
But food's a foe.
I will be perfect like you'll never know.
And hide under layers of clothing at night
As mia's friend ana holds onto me tight
I stare almost perfectly into the sun
Like mom told me not to,
but in the end, I won.
So father, if you can see me,
Watch me as i'm withering.
Ana wont betray this heart.
or anything else she ripped apart.
It's not about pretty
It's not about thin
It's not about skinny
But i'm gonna win.
It's not about thin
It's not about skinny
But i'm gonna win.
it's abouther
and not about me
her voice is not cruel
but it's not helping me
if you know who i'm talking about,
i'm sorry she hurt you, too.
but there's no turning back
as you cringe or you shout
when i turn to her, it's all up to you.
I'm only at peace when I'm not really me.
I step on the scale and I think I can see.
You tell me I'm blind,
I tell her I can't.
But she shows me no remourse
As she giggles at my rant.
But she's beautiful I want to be her.
And I don't really care if it makes me hurt.
Water's a friend.
But food's a foe.
I will be perfect like you'll never know.
And hide under layers of clothing at night
As mia's friend ana holds onto me tight
I stare almost perfectly into the sun
Like mom told me not to,
but in the end, I won.
So father, if you can see me,
Watch me as i'm withering.
Ana wont betray this heart.
or anything else she ripped apart.
It's not about pretty
It's not about thin
It's not about skinny
But i'm gonna win.
Musick
It creeps down from the other side of the room.
Crawls down the walls, right across from me.
Asks how I'm doing, and tries to let itself in.
It crawls up my leg and waist
It awkwardly makes haste;
It doesn't stop, but has to, soon
It's beautiful, more than you.
When it scatters 'cross my neck,
It tells me without it, I'm a wreck.
It knows it's right when it tells me
"Have no fear, just let it be."
Crawls down the walls, right across from me.
Asks how I'm doing, and tries to let itself in.
It crawls up my leg and waist
It awkwardly makes haste;
It doesn't stop, but has to, soon
It's beautiful, more than you.
When it scatters 'cross my neck,
It tells me without it, I'm a wreck.
It knows it's right when it tells me
"Have no fear, just let it be."
Baby that's a fact (Cold in here)
It's cold in here, I'm done with this
Just keep digging myself deeper
And deeper
To absense
But please don't hurt me when I say
I will never go away from you.
Just keep digging myself deeper
And deeper
To absense
But please don't hurt me when I say
I will never go away from you.
Pretty Eyes
Pretty eyes so wide they make you cry
Comfort from a passerby
Open-hearted, Pure.
Nothing's here, we live to die.
I'm here to say that I'm in love
With hope. It spans across the sea.
Though I know, with these days past,
You never will remember me.
Pretty eyes so wide they make you cry.
I might be in love with a passerby.
Though I know that we all live to die.
No answer when I start to cry........
Comfort from a passerby
Open-hearted, Pure.
Nothing's here, we live to die.
I'm here to say that I'm in love
With hope. It spans across the sea.
Though I know, with these days past,
You never will remember me.
Pretty eyes so wide they make you cry.
I might be in love with a passerby.
Though I know that we all live to die.
No answer when I start to cry........
You make me happy
Joyfulness, belonging
It is scattered
cross
your
face.
Even when a wraite of tension
Pushes
On the faith
Of humanity.
It's funny
how one single person
in their clumsines,
for
get
full
ness
of
gra
vi
ty,
Can exhaust the weeping,
Weeping willows of mineeyes.
It is scattered
cross
your
face.
Even when a wraite of tension
Pushes
On the faith
Of humanity.
It's funny
how one single person
in their clumsines,
for
get
full
ness
of
gra
vi
ty,
Can exhaust the weeping,
Weeping willows of mineeyes.
You make me happy.
Roadtrip
Colours
You've never
seen
before
Deathless colours
on
hillsides, and
at gas stations.
America is our playground.
The highway
is merely
our hallway
so
do
dawdle
with
possiblities
untold.
WE are in the limbo a d v e n t u r e .
Imagination as gleaming and fruitful as actual optimism..
You tell me you love me,
And that true friends
Never die.
And these colours, you've never seen before.
You've never
seen
before
Deathless colours
on
hillsides, and
at gas stations.
The highway
is merely
our hallway
so
do
dawdle
with
possiblities
untold.
WE are in the limbo a d v e n t u r e .
Imagination as gleaming and fruitful as actual optimism..
You tell me you love me,
And that true friends
Never die.
And these colours, you've never seen before.
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