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She keeps me tossing and turning at night As he forces me to wake up at first light She believes in love at first sight And he strengthens the grip on her kite
Now I TRULY BELIEVE That My Poetic Readings... Reflect A ... Voice of Reason... That’s NOT Always Pleasing... But Deals In Straight Speaking... That REJECTS... Deceiving... !!! And The Type of Glass Ceilings...
Easing up with my feelings, emotions get out of shape Exercise, I’m working em out No ones gonna help me My own mind this word to my mouth My thoughts like a wheel and a tire I’m burning them out
Cuz you know, why you gotta try? Plenty of people have gone through life not trying or caring so why me? Cuz you know, why you gotta think? I've met plenty of people in my life
The green glass doorThe double letter dilemmaKeeping logic livelyLooking less appealing each dayRealizing reality is really dullWe should instead kill senseAnd hold on to lost letters
When assigning colors to things, I think that: Logic is black against white and white against black.
Often, I find myself beset by blues, Often, I see such lunacy. Often, I find myself seeing interviews, Often, I see people as crazy. Often, I find myself depressed by the news, Often, I see insanity.
Tears flow freely down the slope of your cheek, concentrated with sadness. Eyes look up filled with betrayal. Why, why now? "Am I not everything you ever wanted, am I not enough? "
My brain fights my heart I beg for it to stop. As it clogs my veins, I begin to rot. I embrace the bait and I just want to shout “Fuck you fate!” My eyes hush the tears,
Maximillian was a boy and oh, how coy was this boy to alleviate his cordoroy! It's almost scary to think of Teresa and Mary as an audience not contrary to the values Max deluged
I'm looking around I see the world is a wreck Nobody wants to work They want that welfare check Wondering why their kids don't Have any respect
They kmow not of why they give.
Gentle rolling was heard past the paper thin walls.
For me, my drummer beats, Da boom, da boom. He rarely misses a beat and keeps up with my tempo. When I'm running-- Dadub-dadub-dadub! Or when I meditate, Daa boom. Daa boom.
The problem we face Is one of pride; We want to believe That the answer's inside So we build with our hands And observe with our eyes, Jump to conclusions
Words may heal, but only if people read them.
I feel as if, if I let a tear drop my body would erratically shatter. To bite the bitterness away with coldness. To repress the said with utter and complete numbness. To shiver away the sense of alone. To drift off and never return.
An artist’s mind is often swallowed by indigenous thoughts. Trying to balance ones conceptions on a fine thread.
I know you wish I were more human.I know you wish I were not so much of a machine.But my brain is clouded with clockworks and gizmos,With electrical impulses, ones and zeros,
I find feelings scary. They tend to make people Do uncontrollable things. I find logic powerful For logic comes From the defeat of the monster That is feeling.
Listen with your eyes closed, in the silence of the night. You'll hear the battle sounds of the inner organs fight. Logic's head comes out with gloves of steel, prepared to break and bruise.