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[Jul. 9th, 2006|06:16 pm] |
up and down
up and down
spining round
spining round
sleep
sleep
soon youll have to wake
and when you do
you may not like what we have for you
you and me
me and you
either of us will do
now and then
later and has been
anytime will do
is it up to me or to you?
black and white
never quite make brown
Picture or memory
neither quite have sound
now and then
is it up to me or you?
When we're only common men
anytime will do |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 7th, 2006|12:21 am] |
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When i am down you kick me
When i am up you lift mefor your own sake
You feed me to the birds
When I ask you why
say your sorry and you dont think it hurts me that much
Andwhen the twighlight falls and your washing your hands clean
you say youve seen it all
but the truth is youll never understand
when your not willing to look at your own scars
you lied of my past
you lied and said youd tried to make it all last
you lie in all the right ways just to make it hurt
when i am hurt you will yell
when you apologised its because
you felt bad about yourself |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 4th, 2006|01:27 am] |
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| |  thankful | ] |
My missing sneaker is under the dresser
it lies there unused
it does not move
old and worn it is
with its black color a shade lighter
and soul molded to the form of the street it travels on
a rip here; a tear there
laces tattered and broken
that shoe has seen more than you
dirty streets of this city
the insides of many rooms
it has felt the excitment of a kiss as it falls to the floor
and i to the bed
it has felt a spray can hit the ground
as flashing lights and sirens sound
and childrens growing feet race a head thinking what they do will make them older in anothers head
but they are older in their own
nothing of them will be said
it has watched as the polluted city skies change
from night through sunrise into day
My missing sneaker maybe under the dresser
but it has seen more than you
My missing sneaker is under that dresser
but it understands more of me than you do |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 4th, 2006|01:16 am] |
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Felt as if been run over by a freight train
It hit you damn hard too
the center peice of your breast
feels like its about to explode and the rest of you is aobut to collapse in on your god forsaken self
and you dont even know what the fuck is going on
your head feels like its getting pulled in 100 different directions
but it stays together
sometimes i wish it wouldnt
wish it woulod just fly apart
then i wouldnt have to deal with trying to figure out wtf is going on
funny you can get put iin an institution just for saying that
get stuck in one of those places jsut for saying somehing
but heck there my thoughts
I dont know what to do
I dont wnat to be a victim
and sit around and bitch aobut it
but shit
that fucking friehgt train comes out of nowhere and it comes fast
and im in a tunnel
and you cant get out
so it hits you/me
----------doesnt matter
we go splat
but i want to be happy right now
Its just like theres a peice of steel above my eyes and below the crown of my head
stopping me from changing
the dulll colors into a neer perfect day
fuck mabey i dont nknow what im tlaking boutand im jsut another person bitching aobut their life on a one way street
but really i just want some help out |
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| Emptyness |
[Jul. 4th, 2006|01:07 am] |
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| |  thoughtful | ] |
An Emptiness which has gotten so big it overtakes every other particle in your body until nothing is left.
...well maybe the emptiness
no more space
for anything
anymore
Funny thing emptiness having size
its nothing at all
yet its something that's how we manage to give it size;quantify it; label it
but then is it nothing or is it indeed emptiness
is it a space which wishes to be filled?
or is it a space filled with nothing?
-------different matter
-----------------same thing |
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| you know who you are |
[Jul. 2nd, 2006|05:51 pm] |
first day of school you forgot to register me
15th day of life since swhe died you didnt know how to dress me
which shorts whent with which blouse you couldnt figure it out
she had gotten it right. all the time
but it wasnt like you had been there for me then
no not for her either
so fill me up with your lies
with your half truths
your gracefullways
but i remember the truth and i wont forget it nomatter haw many times you say it
i know its not true
you may not be the one
but ill respect you too a point i owe you that much
you came after she left
though i dont know why yet
you were already gone before her
your still gone
we were at dinner the other night
you said youd only dated once and then you pointed to her
the woman supposedly your second wife
but was the first really yours
funny thing
you noticede your words and turned to see my reaction
funny thing
i pretended not to nitice
even tho its was burning inside
even tho the tears were pushing into the brimms of my eyes
you wont tell me you werent there for us
you wont tell me if you were even ment to be you wont tell me ...
haha you wont tell me much of nything
so go ahead fill me up with your lies
with your reclace halftruths
with your lies of love
with your lies of youth
but one day i will
one day i will know the truth |
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