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Curtains for certainPull me out of the crowd
and tell me the gossip
that was spilled across this crowed room
We trace lips with the grace of ships sinking
just to leave one another thinking
of how it
(should of been)
(could of been)
love is so subtle without the sin
We'll speak with words that we want to hear
and as midnight draws near we bother get caught up in a glance
and everything seemed all to clear
Destiny could be the end of me
while deja vu spells disaster for you
It's curtains for certain for our dearest
lovers and liars,
and its last call for our deepest of fears
but the last thing we want is a night with out tears
the finer parts of broadwayLips chizzled to perfection with a chainsaw
i bet you feel pretty now, but where does your heart lie?
So here i am just watch me give it my all
tearing all pictures that held these walls together by their seams
but ill pull some string and try and end things
leaving ths a cursed reahersal before the opening night
There will be beautiful sights mixed with spinning lights
while i drink my self into this gutter
I'll tell myself i'll be fine and that you were ment for broadway
heres a toast and ill meet you in the styx
live from the guillotineHere is stand , screaming my insides out at the setting sun
and as you fall asleep i sit
writing in bold letters
my heart climbs to my throat
Can you hear me?
Did my screams get carried to you on the horizon?
Push the air out of my lungs
and in this exhoustion my own shadow turns on me,
"you'll never have her, for you are as hollow as glass
and just as frai
love is an atomic bombIgnore the subtitles
and head right for the vitles.
I knew that depriving my self of oxygen
would lead to you letting me down again.
With the thickest of hearts
and our poor excuses for romantic starts
we'd end up separate
but somewhat equal in the end.
A ceremony we'll never attend
a love letter with a point to intend
that love shouldnt be something to send.
With the quickest of hearts
and our unforgettable favorite parts
we'd end up somewhat together
now and forever....
Escaping my escapesCan i be that lonely boy
escaping my escapes
with bottle in hand
(ill correct my mistakes)
Ive forgottn who i am
what ive had
and what has happened i carefully planned
I'll drink till the pain is gone
(till my heart lets its words stream down my cheaks)
I'll tip this bottle back till i forget every word to this song
(because the silence had a better melody all along)
I'll remember this like a car crash
in detail from tears to broken glass
Untitled pt. 2Keep selling me smiles
and keep your lips parted
so that everyone of your deniles
could replace your face
leaving behind a memory
in the form of a scar on my wrist
that i cant erase
(where you only a phase)
I know you liked it when i was wrapped around your finger
but i served a better purpose wrapped tight around your throat
(so heres the compromise)
I'll be nothing to you except the thorn in your side
(so heres where we part)
I'll be nothing more then a stitch on your heart
(severed all the ties)
heres the exchange of goodbyes
you wont have a part in the ending
because i know this wont be the last one ill be sending
is this starting to make sense
it does to me
because ive grown accustom to your absence...
My eyes closedI remember the day
when you said we were ment to be
and this kills for me to say
p.s you're dead to me.
So here us where love and desire
fall from my wrist
a part i wouldnt want you to miss
because im just proving to you that i exist.
Tonight is a night for chances
and I'd rather die
the to be one of your romances.
So ill have more to drink
and drive home with my eyes closed
and hope you're on that same stretch of road
you'll be he victim of a hit and run
but in all fairness im just returning the favor.
Who knew that blue eyes
could craft your demise.....
RemembranceCan you remember the first time
you caused my heart to flatline?
I remember it all to clear
like my greatest fall with out the fear.
Do you recall the day where everyword
chosen to say and every phrase we dropped
caused us to stay?
I keep this thought on repeat
a thought i wont let go, a thought i want to keep.
Can you think of the months
where we pulled the most unforgettable stunts?
Getting caught kissing under the stars
riding in the backseats of cars.
It was you and i running through summer shocking the world
stunning eveyone in sight.
We had the world as our stage but its time for us to take a bow......
BrokenPretty eye's and distant cries
her tear stained pillow mutes all her
Broken heart split seams by all means
a tragedy struck her with ease
Filled with lies an promising goodbyes
I can feel her pain and shes anything but thrilled
The akward wait, the mixtape for her escape with
the songs we sung the ones left undone.
Screaming turns to dreaming and her
feelings are left streaming down her cheaks.
While she sleeps I trace the words to her door
i've came to fix what happen before.
Every kiss laced with words unspoken
to mend ever piece i left broken.
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hair,
forming a delicate chain
Than diamonds around my neck,
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty can not be bought
But rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
Expensive LiesI sit and stare at the toilet bowl.
A guy I know is bulimic.
When we compliment him
I see the twist of agony in his eyes
as his brain reprograms it
to sound like an expensive lie
that costs him another tear
in his tattered dignity.
Friends hurry to him,
to reassure him, to love him.
They tell him how beautiful he is.
We didn't know him before,
but he's definitely not fat now.
We whisper things in concern like;
body dysmorphic disorder.
'I know you'll never believe me
but you are so gorgeous -
not just on the inside.' Not just.
And they're right, I join in,
because they are right to say it
because it happens to be true -
he is stunning. Not just on the outside.
And we want him to see himself
the way we see him, beautiful.
And I join in because
I've felt that strangle of pain
in my stomach, bowels and belly,
when someone used to tell me lies.
So I know how he feels.
Only, he is beautiful on the outside
and I'm not.
He's not seeing reality in the mirror
and I am.
And people rush to correc
Fearing MeI'm not afraid to cry
and I do it
a lot more than you would guess.
It isn't always sadness,
I just feel like I need to,
feel everything so strongly
that it's the only way
to let go for a moment
because if I hold on for too long,
if my grip gets too tight
I'll break myself,
I will break you like glass
and we will both
I am a good guy
who hasn't yet found a way
to show it,
I am a good guy
who still identifies with the villains,
hides everything important
anything to throw you
off of my trail....
and I don't know why,
but I am trying.
Maybe I think
that if you could see me,
the real me,
you wouldn't want to look anymore,
want to be anywhere near me,
and the idea
that I can't add up
to be enough for you,
to be enough for me,
is so fucking heart breaking
I can hardly fathom it.
I can't say that it doesn't hurt
because it does,
it hurts a whole hell of a lot,
I've come to depend on pain,
to befriend misery
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Black hole BulimicThe Composition:
I birth poems — not amaranths
in graveyards — not gardens.
sows seeds of doubt
into skeleton weeds.
A farmer plucks the bones
from Apollo's hyacinth; his
I binge on broken
cracked collectors of rocks,
of pebbles kidnapped
from barren beaches:
where crooked kings
buried in books whose
pages creak to crickets
in an abandoned abyss
of an attic—caskets on
an antiquated shelf. I
choke on the dust and
twitch in recoil.
The bickering sky
A cloud coughs—
The clock's scythe hand
swivels to the beckoning
twelve. Spastic ticking—
each bleak stroke
of a midnight heart.
The sundials do not work
now. The vampires know
I kill poems—
obligation steam machineas always
grinding the cankerous
of your cognition
until the lack of compassion
leaves you unlubricated
seized frozen bound stuck
only then the machine of
your fears will burst to steam
squealing to suckle
at the genius of my
the unsung soiled hero
of middle-class ferocity
savior of the undeserving
winding slowly deftly dying
martyr to the self-justified cause
A Kiss not Forgotten (a special tribute)Like a frost spread across valleys silent and dreary,
ever my longing lost in shimmers of shadow & wind
And days bled into years, the seas became deserts
But thoughts of thee would not perish
Thru memories untamed I staggered far and long;
upon solemn nights lit by the torch of your soul
O’ how deep I miss your fragrant cheer ..
Of warm evenings shared across Lake’s reverie,
watching horizons journey into Autumn’s dream
— wherest our hearts once bloomed a fabled sky
Those passions shared will forsake me not
Lest the Moon would bestow solace upon my ache:
I will lay marooned, haunted by thy seraphic-figure,
Or the ever fleeting caress of your gaze ...
So my soul shall yield to this mythic abyss; –
as I peer from my carriage to Nirvana
And thou away, from my arms, the Sun weeps
Unto eternity—my dear beloved, we are entwined
Forever our footprints cast in golden firmament
A kiss not forgotten in a ballet of light softly falling
I now bear the want
as love for summer fades.late morning-
there's the tease of
snow in the clouds,
in the air, and the trees
have finally lost their
the sunlight is damp.
alters the room
as it graces my skin,
and for once
i don't wake up right away.
instead i lay
between my memory bitten
sheets, and i think
about all the times he said
that he hated winter.
i don't remember
when i began to love it,
and i don't care.
nothing can shatter that.
things i cannot doi cannot sleep
and most certainly stay asleep-
with the black edged creatures
trembling at the corners
to trap me in tendrils of nightmare,
i shift too emptily for peace.
i cannot brave an appointment
i need hands to hold
this broken ship
caught in the waves with no crests.
i forget about the things i love,
but things i hate include
how i am haunted everyday
how i cannot seem
to call him by name
or directly address him-
there is no "you"
in my words,
only fear and flashbacks.
i cannot leave an unfinished crossword out of my thoughts
just like a relationship that had tapered off;
i cannot let go of things that have melted into my grip;
i cannot break a heart
Sea of silhouettesWith blue eyes
lost at sea.
It's so hard to find words that explain perfection
looking up at me.
Resting your head on my chest,
I start to confess,
"You're more precious then silver,
and as rare as gold."
Butterflies start to tear up my stomach
leaving me with urges that couldn't be controlled.
So we got closer where we could see eye to
asking ourselves if destiny was something we could deny.
In the silhouette of the blank tv screen
I tasted heaven and felt the clouds.
I've never felt this close to you,
not even in a dream.
you closer and I closed my eyes.
I finally reali
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