Wednesday, November 29, 2006

sometimes i wish i had the ability...

take it back, please.
all the lies you told
to sympathize with me.
you said it all, and
made me believe, that
you cared. but jee...
i guess that was the
teen spirit talking.
a family of seven down
to four...that includes
you dad, ben and the door.

'sometimes i wish i had the ability to read your mind, to find out what you want, so in the future i don't screw up your day by getting you the wrong sweatshirt...'

i'm endlessly your slave
with absolutely no praise
to pray for.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor...

funny how we take it so far.
so far as to make it artificial.
beauty is key. beauty is love.
so far we've distorted it so, that
our future generations will be
getting plastic surgery at age 6.


'...just for the attention...'

it's amazing...

for one day
we all have this celebration.
we can come together, and sit together,
and stop fighting for one day.
watch the parade.
this is our day
to remember what we have
not take if for granted, or however that old saying goes.

'the love inside, you take it with you...'

Saturday, November 18, 2006

down at dennys...

Here I am...about to take that deep breath, before the water caves in. I can hear it as it shimmers down the wall beside me, in a cadence I can only dream of. A dream inside a dream, where the dimentions are three in one. I can touch them, but then it's just an out of my mind experience. It's coming Tuesday, straight from your hands and mind. The warmth within it will force me to tell the rest of the world to fuck off.

i've been writing worthless songs again...maybe someone someday will make them worth something...

Saturday, November 04, 2006

some things are not meant to be found

like pandoras box.
you wonder how long you will last
until you open.
it may not be a box but a heart.
and when you do they mock you, the laughter
they proceed,
is what hurts the most
like the death and lesser hope
inside pandoras box.

you can wait for hours,
as i wipe my lips, for
the last time i get
sick from your awry
stare.
what's wrong with me?
i couldn't say.


'all things lost are meant to be found...' Find my heart tonight...