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just another person who likes to write
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[Sep. 1st, 2009|10:48 pm] |
i was afraid you would say that
we're all made from glass
the strangers we meet carry hammers
swing that tongue like a mace
swing that tongue like a mace |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 11th, 2009|03:56 am] |
i knew you when you wore dresses...
and now you wear the general consensus
marionette strings for a wake up tomorrow |
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[Jul. 3rd, 2009|02:22 am] |
it was like a morning i had never seen before
the light was different, but played the same rules
shine on, and wake up
intimacy shallow, foreshadowing the brigade of failure our love became
your words were true, but your voice was hollow... eaten away by months
of thoughts on how we werent going to make it
your mind was a street light that missed the yellow
right from go, directly to stop.... we would kid ourselves that we would make it work
the tail lights of your car were brighter than your smile
your kiss was small, and your eyes sank.
you walked away, i shut the door... and just like that we would never be the same
the greatest of celebrations became a night where i fixed your problems once again.
folding like a deck of cards being mishandled by inexperience...
i kissed you, called you mickey, and drove to where i fell in love.
there is no replacement in the touch of another.
only myself and my passion i drive to live everyday.
when others see it im sure i wont be lonely anymore...
i think of you constantly...
but i cringe when i think of the rotting tree your talent has become
afraid of the light of your true art...
you hide it and wish you could you portray it.
i cant help you anymore...
i left... and i cant help you anymore
you were quick to replace adventure, but you cant help it as your small upper lip said to me
i agreed you settled, i agreed you couldnt fight...
what hurts me most, is you dont see what you could become.
wasting your talent on the security of others..
my worst nightmare, you continue to dream...
someday our lives will connect, and they will bend
there are rules, but they are meant to be broken...
there are friends that hold us up that we should have never shunned away.
the worst thing in life is wasted talent.... but its not too late
now is your time... now is your time...
i fear you may never love it again |
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[Jun. 30th, 2009|01:06 am] |
its funny because i wish i knew how to act
but rather im a burning wreck
with sloppy syllables and cheap jokes
i'll catch your eyes and make you laugh |
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| its... just not |
[Jun. 24th, 2009|04:33 pm] |
smite wouldnt be a word i would use
but if i had to choose
i would say i tried my best
you've changed for a comfortable court
from the love i loved to a newer sport
i cant say i would try again
what ever happened to the way you lived
where the days were painted, but now there hid
i tried my best to break you free
im sad that i must leave you now
from the loved i loved to leave you about
you are too comfortable to see any of this |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 19th, 2009|08:17 pm] |
damn you and you keeping me from sleep
you were out of my head for so long
and now i cant go one night without dreaming of the arguments
and how miserable you must be
well im here,
and your there
im alive
and your stagnant...
so it feels |
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| short breaths |
[Jun. 16th, 2009|02:05 am] |
look at what i have created...
and i look at where your standing
i am moving forward
while you pray for an act of entropy
i am a machine
while you have been outdated
look at what i am becoming
and you could do the same... but refuse to see
look at what i have created
and you still have the same soulless smile
i could never break you of your mold
i fought for you, but redundant it became
the tools laid to rust, and now your a ghost
the world has moved on, but your stuck in the past
it saddens me that your soo capable
you gave up the ghost |
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| its what i meant to say |
[May. 18th, 2009|01:54 am] |
i always imagined myself doing something big.
as i wake up and take in the morning light. it surely dawns on me that i am. i look back... almost backward into a telescope.. its distorted.. fuzzy from the oils of someones eager sweat. i am living what i feel i should have been doing from the start. i am playing music... while my friends back home get married, or own business's... or move on... and and finish school.
i am far from that... and im proud of that.
i enjoy not being in school this semester... for i have learned much more discipline and have wanted to study more , then i ever did in school.
i am facinated more with what i can learn in school... im picking up things myself and reading about them. discovering more about them in true interest, not just stress to hit the entry letter of the alphabet.
the world seems better now that i have moved on... everyone is at peace and loving life. And i love that.. the sky seems brighter and the days seem to have more meaning.
we all are chasing our dreams and getting one step closer to it.
i miss everyone dearly... but i shall not be back for quite some time. there is much work to be done here, and many adventure to be had. i shall write more and love more. trust more and drink more, dance more and laugh more...i shall live what any boy with posters of his fav music on the walls..be on that poster and thank everyone for making it happen.
i bid the desert fare well... the nights are brigther, and much cooler... the people are friendly and ready for the difference.. i shall learn as much as i can, and share as much as i can. |
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| go now ... and see for yourself |
[May. 16th, 2009|08:50 pm] |
what a monster i have seen myself perform.
i look back and laugh, look back and feel more alive knowing that i played you wrong
an instrument of pure beauty, that i played to show case...
you were best in a classy setting, with fine wine and dime lights
i can laugh about our nicknames
and warm my cheeks with visions of animated films
you were a classy actress that i modified to fight in modern
im glad you are well
im glad your world has moved on...
im glad you dont think of me
and if you do, i hope its no more than need be...
stay classy, and play classical sentences with the newest sheet music
I can only hope he sways with the same style
he looks like he may.... and i can only hope he makes you smile
as i once did
but my world has moved on too....
and my quest runs farther than you have seen....
its only the beginning dear...for i have only left the city..
there is much traveling for me to accomplish, and many friends to meet along the way
i will never know if our paths will cross again..
i can wish neither for, or , against it...
your path is in the desert...
my path only starts near the shore...
where i'll end up is anyones guess...
you were a good thing, and i was a fool to leave you.
but i'ld be a bigger fool to leave the opportunity i seize every morning.
you inspire me to do better, to become better... to learn more...
i hope you do the same |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 11th, 2009|12:58 am] |
its funny how its over...
i laugh now for i know its not going back
pan the sound from right to you when you left
the tone was centered and balanced
im not asking to back queue me
or punch me in the same destination
i'ld rather buss my way to nearest gate.
im not going back, im not going back around...
gunslinger |
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| writtten with some help |
[May. 6th, 2009|09:41 pm] |
quick calm and strangely smooth
a foot step turned running through
time passed to a clicking tune
just leave my stuff, I'll pick it soon
how odd i knew this was a coming tune?
kept quite till the passing moon
well we know tonight i wont be thinking bout you |
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| not for me |
[Apr. 26th, 2009|07:13 pm] |
you have got to be kidding me
what have i done
i am the cover
i am the gravestone
i am a lover of true love
true love will bend me
but growing stronger i will make this
real, and unretired
my legs are nothing
they cant carry me back
i think i
will create new ones |
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| pedro the lion was playing when i wrote this... |
[Apr. 20th, 2009|01:37 am] |
i guess when you get older, you realize that you can acheive your dreams.
i am living proof that you can take something you love and make somthing of it.
i cant say im very good at it, but i love what i am doing...
there is nothing i regret or would take back.
i miss love more than i could and can ever imagine
but im here where there is plenty of people that are helping out.
but not to stray away from the first thought.
i guess when you get older, you learn to change alot
and the change bends you akward..
sigh.... |
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[Mar. 30th, 2009|01:36 am] |
im a wreck in my head... and i know the cause of the problem
i left her alone
and now i get to watch myself fall apart from 13 hundred miles away
tonight i'll cloud my mind |
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| buring and just lying |
[Mar. 19th, 2009|12:35 am] |
| [ | music |
| | something that caused me to write this | ] |
the waves of tone ruin through my head
as i hear this pop bleak blown transistor
what am i doing? says the raspy speaker
what broke in here? spoils through my mouth
the age of burning art
where the cover tells you the same
a message that were disconnected
and we've burnt our brigdes with our local towns
i can hear my wrist falling to dust
and my unlubricated lower box rusted stiff
begins to crust and crumble
i am what your ears need to melt too
i am what you tell your grand kids
solidified your rebellious yet fashionable memory
the age of burning art
where the artists are ward veterans
a message that we've fried our inner core
not much longer until the next eclipse |
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[Feb. 5th, 2009|02:32 am] |
i feel... i feel.... like..
well.... doubt...
doubt to anyone... who...well... ever cared....
i wil bury you in your doubt... i will bury you in your small paragraphs of skepticism.
i am what i am.... and i will become everything you feel i am not...
i won , i have won... i have become my own novel.
my magnum opus i live and love...
read and learn... from then until now, i will teach and create
create and compose..
create and compose... |
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| speak |
[Jan. 18th, 2009|09:17 pm] |
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on words that dont make sense... create and compose, create and compose.... create and compose... |
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| maybe not so, could possibly be |
[Dec. 14th, 2008|09:03 pm] |
could simple words mean so much in my mental state?
i feel like the vacuous status keeps me sane, but
the moment substance changes from 6 to greater than, i may fall apart
why cant this be simple and life be somewhat fair
i am not knowing, or receiving any good notes.
to be honest, i cant be honest, what a splendid counter argument... |
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| if you've only got a minute |
[Nov. 20th, 2008|01:15 am] |
| [ | music |
| | something... like.... well... something.. | ] |
i am a lonsesome view
upon a gazing paint
how perfect would i be for you?
if i were only fit to fit
what a tragic mess
did we make of this
our words brittle paragraphs
to only change text every sentence
what perfect words to say
thinking you have the upper hand
ive covered you in past
and not to look back |
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| i havent been on... buts its ok |
[Nov. 18th, 2008|11:12 pm] |
i have missed you dear letter
i have missed the way you look back at me...
you have been there from the start... and never the last
i miss the way you listen and just take my words into consideration
you may fire back at any time... but a gentle white smile is all you give.
i am sad
i am sad that communication has failed me
i am sad that love has left me to wonder once more...
not alone... but with many stories and many cautions...
i will not sleep alone, for my thoughts are only fingertips away..
i shall brush my fingers through my hair..and wait for the moment they jump into my palms
storm down you firely brimstone syllables..
but not too quick... for the lines may not connect, and the meaning skewed..
i am skewed, i am a bent function with an undefined hole... a positive/negative imaginary figure..
but i am sad |
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