My hands get needy
when my thoughts get graspy
and I ponder for a second
about a wary predicament
Funny how your biggest
adversary is always yourself
but not funnier than being
yourself and lying the thickest
My racing brainwaves go in
patterns and thoughts to circles
and I wonder negatively again
about self-pain incurred
Speaking up does just as much
as quietly revolving does
both for deflecting and
earning good and bad was
Putting into words those favorable and sometimes unfathomable feelings...
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Fault
Somehow a secret I've always kept
Has always kept me safe at night
And through the busy-ness of day
Except somehow it got lost
Away it crept.
I know I loved you first.
You are everything to me instead
I feel like the heaviness of life
Let me forget so I did not remember to fight.
My fault; my fault.
My actions brought down
My own previous un-beautiful world
But now inside a new place I'm caught.
Has always kept me safe at night
And through the busy-ness of day
Except somehow it got lost
Away it crept.
I know I loved you first.
You are everything to me instead
I feel like the heaviness of life
Let me forget so I did not remember to fight.
My fault; my fault.
My actions brought down
My own previous un-beautiful world
But now inside a new place I'm caught.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Lover of
you are a lover of words
and the music they follow
they dance in your mind
and sing to be swallowed
you are at first introduction
more passionate on the inside
but muse to me always
and sometimes too much then
and the music they follow
they dance in your mind
and sing to be swallowed
you are at first introduction
more passionate on the inside
but muse to me always
and sometimes too much then
Note he found
And I and thee
swallowing through
and prick the eye
hearing in, too
for a tasteful banquet
quick to quit it
with just a droplet
hand me the fit
to foster me in it
swallowing through
and prick the eye
hearing in, too
for a tasteful banquet
quick to quit it
with just a droplet
hand me the fit
to foster me in it
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Whimsy
Sometimes the walls are shaking
Sometimes my thoughts break me
My inconsistencies trembling
Put together in agony they send thee
You are an island forever tempted
You are always conversations whispered
Childlike playing in whimsical fancy
Throwing emotions around to thwart me
Sometimes my strength it crumbles
Sometimes the right path disappears
Like magic dust blown and big dreams too
Easiness of the world completely tumbles
Sometimes my thoughts break me
My inconsistencies trembling
Put together in agony they send thee
You are an island forever tempted
You are always conversations whispered
Childlike playing in whimsical fancy
Throwing emotions around to thwart me
Sometimes my strength it crumbles
Sometimes the right path disappears
Like magic dust blown and big dreams too
Easiness of the world completely tumbles
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