Monday, July 29, 2013
Friday, May 17, 2013
I don't have pockets
Fill up your cup of life to the brim
For over the crest of that hill, Death comes apace
He waits impatiently for you to come to him
He sits in the back of your mind, that wide open space
His smiling face turns yours quite grim
His gaze sends shivers through your bones, making you grimace.
But it's alright, you don't need pockets in your pants when you are dead.
For over the crest of that hill, Death comes apace
He waits impatiently for you to come to him
He sits in the back of your mind, that wide open space
His smiling face turns yours quite grim
His gaze sends shivers through your bones, making you grimace.
But it's alright, you don't need pockets in your pants when you are dead.
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Wallpaper
Have I become your wallpaper?
Something pretty to look at now and then.
Keeping you calm and confined.
But wait, I forget that I was never more than that.
When the sun catches me you enjoy me more.
But I am just the background to your life.
Soon I will begin to peel.
And when I begin to rot you will cover me up,
Or tear me out and replace me.
Something pretty to look at now and then.
Keeping you calm and confined.
But wait, I forget that I was never more than that.
When the sun catches me you enjoy me more.
But I am just the background to your life.
Soon I will begin to peel.
And when I begin to rot you will cover me up,
Or tear me out and replace me.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
You.
You only say you love me because you need me.
You use and abuse as you please.
You don't actually care about feelings you see.
You only need me because no one else is real.
Ah if you did care wouldn't that be a lovely dream.
But you are as fake as they come, it would seem.
That is a pity.
It was nice knowing you, really.
You use and abuse as you please.
You don't actually care about feelings you see.
You only need me because no one else is real.
Ah if you did care wouldn't that be a lovely dream.
But you are as fake as they come, it would seem.
That is a pity.
It was nice knowing you, really.
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Jealousy
Jealousy rips through my being as I sit in the silence.
Your love is not for me,
No why would it be?
You have saved it for her,
Set it aside.
To you her face is golden,
Mine is a blur.
Why then, do you taunt me with pretty verses
And pity looks too.
Do not save up looks for me.
Spend them on her while she still looks at you.
Love is a fickle mistress.
And will leave when she chooses.
Your love is not for me,
No why would it be?
You have saved it for her,
Set it aside.
To you her face is golden,
Mine is a blur.
Why then, do you taunt me with pretty verses
And pity looks too.
Do not save up looks for me.
Spend them on her while she still looks at you.
Love is a fickle mistress.
And will leave when she chooses.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Forgivness
My eyes slide off of you
like your image is greased
Maybe there is a blanket of quiet in the air
But that doesn't mean that there is peace
Only music fills the space
Between your life and mine
I hate how when you ask how I am
I can only reply with, "Just fine"
Because how can I tell you what I feel
When we cannot force the speech
Did you know I hated you for a while?
There was a wall your love couldn't breech
Now there are cracks in the wall
And some vines are growing through
But this forgiveness thing takes a while to work
Just know I'll love you too.
Just wait.
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