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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.
GrayscaleWhen our young eyes were bright with life,
We saw the world in black and white,
But our naïveté faded away,
And now we see the shades of gray.
20 years or 20 mishapsyou are
sexed in a thought
without the action
your belly grows
white as the years
eat me eat me swallow
me whole, spit out the
bones and relish
didn't anyone ever tell you?
didn't anyone ever warn you-
i am thick as water
when it sinks to
you can see
to my insides,
they used to
boil when i danced.
you used to
compliment my hair,
you used to grab my hand
and call me angel
or 20 mishaps?
it's hard to tell
it's hard to care
I ruined myself for relationshipsYou all remember
a time when you were sixteen
and a little insecure ;
we watched them,
kissing passionately in the middle of the street,
mushing their faces in the train station,
licking each other out on the dance floor.
And we were jealous.
We all want to be held tight
touched like we're more tempting
than a double chocolate cake.
I don't know if I do,
What I liked most about us,
were the way we kissed,
closed-lipped, soft and innocent
and the way you touched me
like I'm more precious
than my body weight in gold
could ever be.
What am I to youWhat am I to you?
Am I brother a son a friend?
Am I a demon full of sin?
Wandering this planet
Spreading my blasphemy
That states that life is sacred
And should not be taken lightly
What am I to you?
Am I a sinner or saint?
Am I ridding this world of taint?
Healing the sick and feeding the poor
Stopping the hate and saving the whores
Do I seem more holy than any man before?
What am I to you?
Am I a monkey or ape?
Pounding my chest as soon as I wake
Eating bananas and bugs
Like ants flea ticks and slugs
Do I look primitive?
Fighting and pissing where I sleep and live
What am I to you?
Am I a human flawed but not evil
Not a god nor a devil
Am I beautiful in your eyes?
Or do you look at me and despise
The way I am
Cruz when I look at you
You’re on candid cam
Hating and judging who I am
But what I am is a man who still loves you
Even though you don't love me too
Gaijin PobmaThe mushroom whose theme I listen to all day
1 hour extended
Wild fantasies of loving Goomba nights
Not quite what he'd intended.
I was lost, politically incorrect and broken
But life granted me one last token
Never could I regret when that pathetic pastime
Found itself sundered.
The immature mind thundered
The arcade shook and my controller got angry and ripped itself in half
Gaijin Gomba showed me that Mega Hombre Cinco was a good game.
Thank fucking God he did that or I would be trapped.
I first found his videos
It was a lonely dark night
I felt like everyone hated me
I shrank from every site;
And Youtube again beckoned my sad mouse forth
Before my soul would meet that fading torch.
As soon as I saw that character jump up on the screen, I shrieked
I broke the forth wall for him, courteous to what I seek
The massive glass pane was crushed, and glass shards fell on both of us
He had to go to the emergency room, and he sent me a cease and desist letter the next day.
Gotta Be StrongSome days,
You just gotta breath,
Can't let things,
Get you down.
Pick yourself up,
Go, go, go,
Life isn't perfect,
What's right and true,
Will triumph in the end,
Even with everything else.
Stress will treat you,
Wrong and right,
Gotta keep going,
Can't stop moving,
Even as tears strike.
No ones there,
TO keep you falling apart,
Trying not to lose it,
Even as it feels like,
Everything is shattering,
Millions of pieces.
Good to the bad,
Bad to the good,
Gotta hope for the best,
Gotta hold together,
In the presence of others,
Can't let it go,
Gotta be strong.
Poetry Doodle 2I embrace cacophony in its silence
With flurries of
You looked in,
I looked out,
Like I breathed tonight
You can use your will tomorrow
To fly spirits
And nameless enunciations
The only thing
You created was
Lions on AcidCake consumes cob:
it's a natural order from the deities of tobacco.
Faith dies when it won't come true.
It's hard to tell what came and what we simply never knew
If I saw you right now, I'd pretend we were red soda again.
I'd tell you stories about ponies and plants and perfume and
I'd lick the sticky, icky essence of your mind. It's rather
that you didn't kill yourself
Because, we are men.
That means that if you were dead,
I'd dance around in a kilt like a man waiting for
cannons and barets
and time to reverse so that
You and I were just lonely like lions and
did you know they were lonely?
Kings and things….
Pegasi with fucked up tails and crisply burnt wings,
dying and dyeing.
Don't remind me why. It's november
in my heart.
It gets too cold when we remember
that we may not be human.
I don't feel like I fit the description.
I can twist the tippy top of my toes until the
Learned EarSit up on shore
bring up a barrel
take heed with learned ear
and set the hour to the sand
Mark the candle
with tick and tock
load the barrel
fit and stock
Mingle in the crowd
and stand upon a box
give ye a listen
to simple words, err filled with truth
The whirl of sand
the sun parched rock
do tell the story
upon which we dance upon amuck
To ponder the fate
invites ill boons
for marketh the hour
upon which thy eye lay awake
Birthed and screaming
small and bright pink
Laid now to rest
upon a mothers silken breast
Fed and clothed
sought and well kept
The bones did grow
The mind did soon awaken
From sight did etch
with mem’ries help
Adorned with tomes
That the Father covets still
Bold and upright
Sought this Earthly light
Plant the foot out the door
and wave goodbye, innocent no more
Among the people, footsteps taken
From bounties best, did pluck good fair
And from kingdoms woman
Did share the Moon
Gone awry with madness and power
Took to the fields
where thieves make their fortune b
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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