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I knowBoy's keeping telling me you've got nothing on them,
But a boy's never treated me the way that you do.
People keep saying I'm in over my head, but
I know, that if I fall you're falling faster;
And if I stay, well you're all that I am after.
Take a deep breathe
Hold it down because
We can make it okay again.
Somedays we feel like we come up short
Of the perfection we seek.
Sometimes darling, we forget that we're human
And easily swept off our feet.
But, falling in love ain't easy these days
With the way that we treat each other.
And sometimes we find the perfect one
And lose them to another.
Or the timings not right, the music's not perfect,
The glory not settling or the words too important.
But when it comes down to you and to me
Well, baby this is how love's supposed to be.
Take a deep breathe
Hold it down because
That when everything's falling
You'll be there to catch me;
That when everything's far away,
You'll be my home
For so long,
By the wayYou make sunrises seem silly
And sunset seem naive
Because to you, the days never end
Before you're ready to leave.
And time's got nothing on the way
You run your life;
You know how to say no
To the turning tide.
But, she's got your attention
And I'm, I'm begging for redemption
And a way to take you home tonight.
But, I'll never change your mind.
So, if you want to be with her,
Just so you know, I'm getting better.
And if you want to be with her,
Just so you know, I'm so much greater,
By the way
I wish I knew, what it was about her face
That drives your distaste for mine
I wish I knew, why her lips
Must taste like red, red wine.
I wish I knew, how to keep you here
How to keep you by my side.
I wish I knew, why it is you can't
Change your mind, and then decide.
You seem to want to be with her
But so you know, I'm getting better
And if you want to be with her
Just so you know, I'm so much greater
By the way
Today isn't looking like a fairytale,
And my life is no novella.
I liveI live in the memory of melodies
Once sang from your sweet lips;
In the smiles and laughter
Of a million photographs we took.
I live in the corners
Of every building we once entered
And among the birds
In a world we once wandered.
I live in the memory of your sweet embrace,
In the grass stains on your shirt.
In the tears which fell and
In the words we left beautifully unspoken.
I live in the shards of stain glass windows,
Every last piece broken.
PathwayIt's a long road to recovery.
A longer road to death;
An impassable path
Through the nothingness.
I fell in love with you in December of 2009. In truth, that's a lie. I fell in love long before December, long before 2009 even. But that was when I admitted it to myself. When I looked into your green eyes and knew that if I wanted, I could say it aloud and no one would judge me, except you and I.
I told you I loved you in late February of 2010, when I couldn't judge myself too harshly. I was afraid to tell you. I never made you say it back. I asked you to wait as long as you could to make sure that when you said those three words, they would mean everything.
You told me you loved me on August 15th, after I woke up from a birthday party induced hangover. Freshly 18 you told me you loved me. I knew you really did. I've never doubted it. Partly because you did what I asked and took the time to think it through.
We ended things on October 17th. I still love you and you me. I ended it. I could admit to myself it's not working how I need it to. That I deserve something more and you deserve
ProgressionShe's not the kind of girl who cries
Because of the things he says or does;
The kind who is afraid to speak her mind
Or tell him when he's wrong.
He's not the type of boy who hits her,
Who lies to her or yells;
The kind who meant to hurt her
Or the kind who would ever stray.
Lately she's the kind of girl who wonders,
Why am I so insecure?
Is it because he doesn't say he loves me
Or because he's into me for sure?
Lately he's the boy who thinks,
Did she do him right? Does she really love him
Or just think this is as good as
She can do right now?
Today she's the kind of girl who cries
Because of the things he says or does,
Because she's terrified of losing him
And he doesn't know what he's doing wrong.
Today he's the boy who is confused,
Who doesn't know what to think.
Who swears he can make promises,
They both know he may never keep.
We Are The FutureI sat across from him
The chess board between us,
United in a moment;
Old and young
As our minds mingled
Over contemplated moves.
I picked up my queen
My fingers delicately placed.
"Be careful," he warned,
"Our futures bad behaviors
Are our pasts mistakes."
Plan BNot everything we did was right
Not every truth we told was whole,
Nor ever omission a lie.
It was no ones fault.
My mom said these things "just happen",
But they were never supposed to
"Just happen" to me.
We weren't caught up in the moment;
We already knew to play it safe.
Things "just happen" no matter
How prepared you try to be.
Now I've seen the doctor,
Done the embarrassing trip to the pharmacy.
Now I stare at the two little pills in front of me,
It's funny to think this is my plan B.
Remember DecemberDo you remember, my December
How we took the interstate past midnight
Just to get away?
And do you remember, my December
How the snow fell from the sky,
But we kept our heads held high?
Can't you remember, my December
Standing toe to toe with a train
Just trying to play brave?
Please don't remember, my December
How I broke your stain glass heart into pieces
And gave each shard away.
Where are you, my December?
Did you get hurt when you ran from me?
Does your heart still beat
With all it's pieces given away?
And can you still say to me the words
For which I'll always remember you?
Because, my December,
I really did love you too.
Being Humanmy actions are finally lining up with my words
but the line i walk as i take the actions that will define me is very thin
walking along either side of an edge
to balance my life along those very edges can sometimes push me to the brink
but to the brink of what?
is it insanity?is it a full surrender to the process of change?
does it make me less of a man to tell you im afraid?
does it make me more of a man to pound you into dust until you fear me?
the question isint what makes me a man?
because the answer is im a human being,its just that simple
i feel pain,i feel love,i hurt,i feel joy,i feel everything
and that makes me perfectly human,no more or no less of a man
when i was brought into this world i was a baby
we should all consider ourselves children
they are the most human of us all
they love unconditionally,they express themselves without fear of judgement
because nobody has conditioned them to fear being that human
are we brave enough to have the courage of a child?
they will look
The Prince of MarsOn the bare mattress, he trembles;
praying for his white knight to come back.
Devoured by the very thing he consumes,
his disposition now mimics the windows he's painted black.
No sunlight does he ever permit,
for it invokes the mischievous shadows that challenges his fight.
All reflections he forbids,
for fear of the stranger that triggers his fright.
The insatiable hunger makes him devoid of deference,
and he's willing to sell everything he owns.
All this for the few hours of heaven,
that can be bought with precious stones.
Borrowed WordsI have often read the sparking souls of rare, bold men.
They have fed me pointed words
running red with blood
and thunder, staining
everything I've said, everything
I have. Often read the sparking souls of dead old men,
their flaming, spitting thoughts.
When your tightened lungs are stirred
fill your throat with coughing birds,
put your thought into an overwrought mouth as
I have, often. Read the sparking souls of dead old men,
the trolls in their cluttered dens
surrounded by the scrimshaw bones
of ravished brides, of wasted wives.
Soapbox words scrawled across the same bodies
I have often bled the hearkening souls of. Dead old men
have led the red, hungry eyes
of Rottweiler boys
for years as they tramped through
foyers,foam dressing their blackened lips.
We have often fed the snarling souls of dead, cold men,
gone to bed with hot coal men
with lead in their veins.
Their words are a well
the world knows too well.
Too often have I read the sparking souls of red-coal me
Pure and DirtyMet a girl, told me she was pure -
Filled with hate,
for people she called dirty,
stained by past mistakes or joys.
Told her sex makes us
neither good nor bad,
that you should live not
for the misery of others,
but to be happy with yourself.
habituallyand thank goodness we wear paths
to our chosen art forms
while we're still young-
reaching adulthood means
carving ruts for ourselves
under the rickety wagon spokes
and packing them flat,
soiling the soles
of our wonder-washed feet.
True GentlenessGentleness is not weakness
It is not frailty
It is not false humility
Or saving face.
Gentleness is Strength!
It is virtue of speech and manner
When careless lies and curses scatter
It stands like stone rooted in its foundations.
Gentleness is Boldness!
It is not blind followings or idle tradition.
To be firmly set with experience and ardor;
It is the stability of one’s beliefs.
Gentleness is Robust!
It is the ferocity of forgiveness
When the world plots and whispers.
It breaks the bonds of vengeance.
Gentleness is Resolute!
It is the cornerstone of understanding
To embrace of what is unknown.
A willingness to learn, accept, and respect.
Gentleness is not a ‘woman’s‘ virtue.
It is not feebleness of mind or body
To be lauded over for unseemly stillness.
It is not a lack of force or incompetence.
Gentleness shames the mean.
Gentleness disdains the vulgar.
Gentleness disarms the unjust.
With the authority of simple truths and the zeal of
Night Sight SeeingYelling through a crowd
that you hate your parents
act like a deterrence
To the people clean
Writing things like me
Am I right in thinking
That this compulsive drinking
Wraps your mind
And straps you tight
To all of this
Is the light still flickering
In your eyes
As you pass out
Preceded by violent blinking?
Yeah I guess you're cool
Rolling around in
what you ate at school
I'm sure you'll feel it
When you check your pocket
And realize your about
£100 down you fool!
Is it money well spent?
I bet the girls think you're
A real gent
But do they care what you're like outside
Or just your generosity
Right here at the event?
They don't even know your name
All too familiar with your game
I've watched a few like you
Believe me, you all end up
Smile like you mean itSmile,
when you're dying inside
to let the world know you can
because frowning makes others feel bad
Its the best mask we've got
FearfulloffearThe great, fear inspiring day of God.
I've gotta tell ya God....I think it might be overkill.
Would ya take a look at these.....these panicky, monkey morons?
Crawlin', clawin', scramblin'
And there isn't any milk or bread at the supermarket.
Kroger, Marsh, Aldi and the Dollar Store have gone biblical.
Over a few inches of snow.
So much fear.
A constant transfusion of white knuckle, teeth grindin', paralytic terror.
Low testosterone? Transvaginal mesh? Bankruptcy? Erectile dysfunction enhancement systems and male enhancement.
ENLARGE YOUR PENIS!!!!!!!!!!!! ENLARGE IT!!!!!
A side effect of my inhaler is death by asthma. What?
Depression.Bi-Polar Depression.Anxiety.Herpes.Shingles.High Blood Pressure.Cholesterol.ADHD...oh Jesus it's rapid fire.
You need a need a need a an IPhone 1000.
And your car's safety rating is horrible. Insurance quotes.
Another school shooting. Meth labs in cars, in trunks, in traffic.
Are your teeth white enough?
Standing by the SituationI opened my eyes,
But I missed so much that I needed to see,
I closed my mouth when I should have kept it open,
I had so much to say.
I stood still,
As every nerve in me screamed for me to move,
I ignored every instinct,
Even though they were the only things I had to follow.
I did nothing,
When there was so much I could have done,
But I stay silent still,
Because not every secret is meant to be told.
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