Monday, August 16, 2010

I was born to be born in this century
Where the lights never stop
and everything is built from the hands of a man

Friday, July 9, 2010

Infatuated

There's a sadness in her eyes, ( thats their infatuation )
Obsession with making her smile.. no even deeper..
Making her light up internally
Lighten the rotten organs that no longer are their for life
But are there for her to be trapped in strife.

machinery

I feel machinery underneath me, it irritates my bones.
I am not machine so how am i therefore connected?
Light on the various signs throughout the city reflecting into my eyes..
well it completely defeats the purpose.
Blinded how am i supposed to be attracted to what it is saying?

It's a messed up world and i hardly want to be a part of it.

Insomniac

As my eyes do wander
Insomnia awakens me from my lost reality

In the dead of night i am most alive
the thought of you keeps me reeling

always the thought never the sight
i dream of a day with you

that dream never ends
a continuous chase to your heart

A Public Display

A Public Display I realized really does sicken the soul.
I sit conveniently on my own, I mourn for you, although you are not lost. My mind reels repeatedly over your possible thoughts.
I close my eyes to see a familiar face, familiar but with no meaning.

I could only hope it was all imagined.

I cant Imagine what I Imagined,
Document this night, for it may never occur again. The East Coast fields can hear me approaching, my feet tapping the damp ground it felt like my own. Small droplets of water on blades of grass magnify our new perception of the world, nothing can be wrong, not now, not at this godly hour.

Never will i see into the past of it all, memories fade, they can not be trusted.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Donnie You Fucked With My Mind.

What's the difference between then and now.
Same situations, different reactions
and an unexplained familiarity.

fucked up movie, i suggest only watch if your in a good mental state.

Swelling Rage


I'm sorry, I'm so self centered. In every situation its me who is in the wrong, I make life difficult for you. I force from you, an argument you never wanted to have. When realistically you're the only one who cares. Who cares to care. I'm so far away from everything I've wanted and its you who brings me closer each day.

So today I can truthfully confess my love for you. By saying my apologies.

I'm sorry I throw you into an ever swelling rage.
I'm sorry I ignore your endearments when I'm not in the mood for your antics.
I'm sorry I bend the truth, and there must be some truth in what they rave about.
I'm sorry I drink to the point of stressing our relationship.
I'm sorry I need you more and more everyday.
I'm sorry I litter your mind with thoughts of me, I distract you from your dreams, because unlike me you are so selfless, selfless enough to linger in the mess that is me.

I am sorry.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Threads become my veins

Even from the fire I still froze, nothing can faze me,
I can only bring you down into my deepest grave.
The hardest part was when i left you to become my own,
I'm not worthy of your time, you've given me something I never chose.

I can only bring you down into my deepest grave,
The nights will seem like wonder, when my heels touch the streets of Montreal.
Im not worthy of your time, you've given me something I never chose,
Pooled in my mind are the drinks consumed by the thoughts of you.

The nights will seem like wonder, when my heels touch the streets of Montreal,
Threads become my veins I'll live to impress them all.
Pooled in my mind are the drinks consumed by the thoughts of you,
I cannot be laced in your problems it will only cause me pain.

Threads become my veins I'll live to impress them all,
I'll sleep with myself and no one else.
I cannot be laced in your problems it will only cause me pain,
Blank spaces scream not to be empty, every hole needing to be filled.

I'll sleep with myself and no one else,
And this will be for you, my true honesty.
Blank spaces scream not to be empty, every hole needing to be filled.
The drink of my choice will numb the consistent thoughts.

And this will be for you, my true honesty,
From the fire i still froze, nothing can faze me.
The drink of my choice will numb the consistent thoughts.
The hardest part was when i left you to become my own.

Shapes of the Coil

Off towards her, a continuous chase
Scream like she's British, although she is of French descent
Tear off your clothes, they will only slow you
The only game she will humor is that of the chase

Take a hold, capture her in plaid
A pearl tipped tree in a speckled wood
Take shape of the coil
Interest her in a train towards stone covered roads
Where porcelain eyes will pierce the glow of her cheeks
Through the tunnel will be answers

Shake them into me
Repeat them so it becomes my inner self
words become an illness
letters a virus
eating at my very soul


Hold me like I'm Fragile

Even with a fixed stare, the surrounding scenery grows to a blur.
You watch my broken smile,
In fright, you hold me like I'm Fragile.
Standing here aside flaming red leaves you whisper "My Darling Daughter"
With my lungs cold, wet air, I breathe your words in.
I belong, I belong to you alone.
You read my thoughts, you know every bone.
Dreams of separation, your true nightmare.
In the car, a gift from you, I drive away.
You've purchased the distance
No matter the words you say
No matter the time until the day
No matter your resistance
My Darling Mother, in your dreams I will stay.