Bleed the Interpretation The story is already at it's climax. This revolution is turning for the worst. Like having society's mark across my back. I'm bleeding the interpretation. (That I'm okay.)Bleed the Interpretation
While you're all having your fun. I keep thinking of ways to escape. This guilt on my shoulders weighs a ton. Keep on talking, I know it's all fake. Your feelings, your guidance, you thinking you know what's best. My speeding, my silence, this knife to my chest. Their thoughts, their rumors, their disappearing concern. They're lost, they'
For MeBreathe in through that cigarette, A haircut and new clothes doesn't change who you are. Try to keep hope up at it's best, Even though you're chotheslining on steel bars. No matter the cause or what it's for you go through the maze. You never make it out right and you give up. Even after all of the nightlight daze, All of those talks were never enough.For Me
The reassurance given never took full effect. You can never make up all of those mistakes. Just because half of my legs are still cold and wet, I'll always walk my way to see what it makes. The perfect morning would
Short StoryThis light resembles my hope, eventually it will go out. It's only a matter of time. All of my actions fill you with doubt. And I write this poem wishing you were mine. So take it all away, take it all away. Keep your mind at bay.Short Story
Don't let it drift off into sea. Still waiting for the day for me to come clean. But it looks too far for me to grasp.
So let's stay up and sing these stupid songs. I miss those summer nights, it seemed like we stayed up all night long I'll never die in memory, just so you know. But that's not the point, it's hard to let go.
Highway LightsAlong the highway lights, all you hear is this. Acoustic covers drift into the mist. These soft words comfort the mood. I'll try my best not to be rude. The cars pass by, but we don't even notice. Over the sewer we already know this. We don't rely on the light to see. We both know we're here by the pace that we breathe. It seems like we know each other so well. How long we've been here, we can't even tell. I wish I could play the perfect song in the perfect scene. To show how much you mean to me. You're too beautiful for words, and I'm too nervous to say. How you inHighway Lights
ramblingsThe buzzards circling above, always, They kind of make you wonder. The snakes curl around your ankles, Leaving you to guess, what to do next.ramblings
But you never really know.
But this is beautiful--- Playing the guessing game With questions and names That you never really understood.
Didn't you enjoy eternities on your own?
The voices around you all sound the same, Like broken glass scraping the cement. Why does the mantis bite her mate's head off? But doesn't it always work that way?
But we'd never truly comprehend..
Like a leaf in the windOne by one; my dreams decay All signs of hope are washed away Choking on every breath I take The smiles hurt too much to fake Fear the future, dread the past Somehow it's all gone way too fast Like a leaf in the wind I am floating again... To drown in the rain Saturated in pain... Celebrate a life long lost Where the best things are free, besides what they cost Now it's time to leave my life again Floating endlessly...aimlessly...like a leaf in the windLike a leaf in the wind
Somehow it's all gone way too fast...
Treading WaterAttempting, to surface, I realize, it's worthless The darkening path, now runs away, the horizon painted an ashen gray I can't believe I ever knew, I can't belive I'll waste awayTreading Water
Painted in the stars Collecting in the gutter Admired from afar Drowning in the clutter
A hand away from freedom A touch away from pain A glance towards the ocean Your umbrella for my rain
Rise and set, we hit reset Walk the same old lines again Toss and turn, we are blessed Wasting days of which to spend
The words hang on my tong
Bleh
now i can read your awesomeeeee writing
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"The primary benefit of practicing any art, whether well or badly, is that it enables one's soul to grow."
-Kurt Vonnegut Jr
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"The primary benefit of practicing any art, whether well or badly, is that it enables one's soul to grow."
-Kurt Vonnegut Jr
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