tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23446185004473305472024-02-20T17:46:47.436-08:00Keep Her Closekeepherclosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161231843384174797noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344618500447330547.post-41734776188701111512013-10-21T21:42:00.002-07:002013-10-22T16:15:02.854-07:00all I wasA fools feeling<br />
hands slide over my eyes<br />
as the fire burns and the tide rolls fore ward<br />
neither soothes me.<br />
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Youth is where we met<br />
away into the night, you took me<br />
your stare drove me<br />
insane, in silence<br />
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I lost your love and lost myself<br />
your love was always all I was.keepherclosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161231843384174797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344618500447330547.post-32117303486554027512010-08-16T15:00:00.000-07:002010-08-16T15:02:19.379-07:00I was born to be born in this century<div>Where the lights never stop</div><div>and everything is built from the hands of a man</div><div><br /></div>keepherclosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161231843384174797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344618500447330547.post-88073299487840091372010-07-09T23:33:00.000-07:002010-07-09T23:34:25.234-07:00Infatuated<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">There's a sadness in her eyes, ( thats their infatuation )<br />Obsession with making her smile.. no even deeper..<br />Making her light up internally<br />Lighten the rotten organs that no longer are their for life<br />But are there for her to be trapped in strife.</span>keepherclosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161231843384174797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344618500447330547.post-682315254412296732010-07-09T23:32:00.000-07:002010-07-09T23:33:33.035-07:00machinery<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">I feel machinery underneath me, it irritates my bones.<br />I am not machine so how am i therefore connected?<br />Light on the various signs throughout the city reflecting into my eyes..<br />well it completely defeats the purpose.<br />Blinded how am i supposed to be attracted to what it is saying?<br /><br />It's a messed up world and i hardly want to be a part of it.</span>keepherclosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161231843384174797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344618500447330547.post-30505326728940974092010-07-09T23:29:00.000-07:002010-07-09T23:32:39.312-07:00Insomniac<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">As my eyes do wander<br />Insomnia awakens me from my lost reality <br /><br />In the dead of night i am most alive<br />the thought of you keeps me reeling<br /><br />always the thought never the sight<br />i dream of a day with you<br /><br />that dream never ends<br />a continuous chase to your heart</span>keepherclosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161231843384174797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344618500447330547.post-90198540981541209752010-07-09T23:27:00.000-07:002010-07-09T23:29:51.396-07:00A Public DisplayA Public Display I realized really does sicken the soul.<div>I sit conveniently on my own, I mourn for you, although you are not lost. My mind reels repeatedly over your possible thoughts.</div><div> I close my eyes to see a familiar face, familiar but with no meaning.</div>keepherclosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161231843384174797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344618500447330547.post-90993917791962242032010-07-09T23:19:00.000-07:002010-07-09T23:26:47.103-07:00I could only hope it was all imagined.I cant Imagine what I Imagined,<div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div>Never will i see into the past of it all, memories fade, they can not be trusted. </div><div><br /></div>keepherclosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161231843384174797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344618500447330547.post-556403196273995962010-04-25T22:05:00.001-07:002010-04-25T22:05:34.539-07:00Donnie You Fucked With My Mind.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">What's the difference between then and now.<br />Same situations, different reactions<br />and an unexplained familiarity.<br /><br />fucked up movie, i suggest only watch if your in a good mental state.</span>keepherclosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161231843384174797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344618500447330547.post-18382048793238736862010-04-25T22:04:00.000-07:002012-10-06T19:49:43.492-07:00Swelling Rage<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"></span><br />
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keepherclosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161231843384174797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344618500447330547.post-19676327833129863872010-02-23T15:17:00.000-08:002010-02-23T15:27:51.452-08:00Threads become my veinsEven from the fire I still froze, nothing can faze me,<div>I can only bring you down into my deepest grave.</div><div>The hardest part was when i left you to become my own,</div><div>I'm not worthy of your time, you've given me something I never chose.</div><div><br /></div><div>I can only bring you down into my deepest grave,</div><div>The nights will seem like wonder, when my heels touch the streets of Montreal.</div><div>Im not worthy of your time, you've given me something I never chose,</div><div>Pooled in my mind are the drinks consumed by the thoughts of you.</div><div><br /></div><div>The nights will seem like wonder, when my heels touch the streets of Montreal,</div><div>Threads become my veins I'll live to impress them all.</div><div>Pooled in my mind are the drinks consumed by the thoughts of you,</div><div>I cannot be laced in your problems it will only cause me pain.</div><div><br /></div><div>Threads become my veins I'll live to impress them all,</div><div>I'll sleep with myself and no one else.</div><div>I cannot be laced in your problems it will only cause me pain,</div><div>Blank spaces scream not to be empty, every hole needing to be filled.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll sleep with myself and no one else,</div><div>And this will be for you, my true honesty.</div><div>Blank spaces scream not to be empty, every hole needing to be filled.</div><div>The drink of my choice will numb the consistent thoughts.</div><div><br /></div><div>And this will be for you, my true honesty,</div><div>From the fire i still froze, nothing can faze me.</div><div>The drink of my choice will numb the consistent thoughts.</div><div>The hardest part was when i left you to become my own.</div>keepherclosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161231843384174797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344618500447330547.post-8917921481899917142010-02-23T15:14:00.000-08:002010-02-23T15:17:45.806-08:00Shapes of the CoilOff towards her, a continuous chase<div>Scream like she's British, although she is of French descent</div><div>Tear off your clothes, they will only slow you</div><div>The only game she will humor is that of the chase</div><div><br /></div><div>Take a hold, capture her in plaid</div><div>A pearl tipped tree in a speckled wood</div><div>Take shape of the coil</div><div>Interest her in a train towards stone covered roads</div><div>Where porcelain eyes will pierce the glow of her cheeks</div><div>Through the tunnel will be answers</div><div><br /></div><div>Shake them into me</div><div>Repeat them so it becomes my inner self</div><div>words become an illness</div><div>letters a virus</div><div>eating at my very soul</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>keepherclosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161231843384174797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344618500447330547.post-38240462422556713592010-02-23T15:08:00.001-08:002010-02-23T15:14:19.680-08:00Hold me like I'm FragileEven with a fixed stare, the surrounding scenery grows to a blur.<div>You watch my broken smile,</div><div>In fright, you hold me like I'm Fragile.</div><div>Standing here aside flaming red leaves you whisper "My Darling Daughter"</div><div>With my lungs cold, wet air, I breathe your words in.</div><div>I belong, I belong to you alone.</div><div>You read my thoughts, you know every bone.</div><div>Dreams of separation, your true nightmare.</div><div>In the car, a gift from you, I drive away.</div><div>You've purchased the distance</div><div>No matter the words you say</div><div>No matter the time until the day </div><div>No matter your resistance</div><div>My Darling Mother, in your dreams I will stay.</div>keepherclosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161231843384174797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344618500447330547.post-70879764959332690282009-12-27T13:56:00.000-08:002009-12-27T14:39:21.793-08:00Watch your words,<div>watch your step.</div><div>He's listening,</div><div>he's watching.</div><div>You've seemed to impress him,</div><div>an accomplishment.</div><div>Months go on, he is yours,</div><div>you have him.</div><div>Conversations with ease,</div><div>every touch seems effortless. </div><div><br /></div><div>You've seemed to have lost your self,</div><div>a death, what has happened to your caution?</div><div><br /></div><div>Watch his eyes,</div><div>watch his grin.</div><div>is it honest?</div><div>is it meaningful?</div><div>He does not worry, therefore he must not care.</div><div>This is different, there must be reason he's lasted,</div><div>Unlike the others you've tossed and forgotten.</div><div>Navigate through your dead thoughts, find why you love him.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>keepherclosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161231843384174797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344618500447330547.post-90013265702705476742009-12-10T20:25:00.000-08:002009-12-10T20:32:26.310-08:00A Yellow BruiseA mist drawn skull reflected on heated glass, you saw death before it came,<div>I can see a lot in you, a fires flame turned blue.</div><div><br /></div><div>A Sinatra voice, lulling her into a mossy daze,</div><div>Now a danger to myself, a self portrait on the wall.</div><div><br /></div><div>In the house, your a lover in a hole, an in<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">escapable</span> soul,</div><div>A hideous thing inside, I waited patiently for it to emerge.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now needing restriction, i could no longer obey a strange conviction,</div><div>Trying to respect unwanted honor, you held your tongue and listened.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Decisions</span> unable to make, typical to cling to memories you can not fake,</div><div>You could have fallen into red lips and a yellow bruise.</div><div><br /></div><div>Salty water in her eyes, hiding from ever growing lies.</div><div>In the end you will be tired, eventually put to rest.</div>keepherclosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161231843384174797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344618500447330547.post-52304033387694440562009-12-10T20:13:00.000-08:002009-12-10T20:25:25.402-08:00Burnt HairWhen your feeling lonesome a sinister grin can kill, now gone i echo through your head, <div>we heard them stirring in the dead of night, " WE'RE ALIVE, WE'RE ALIVE!" no time to explain all there is to know is "we're alive!"<div><br /></div><div>A new series of a hunter green blur rushes by, "There's someone you've got to meet, she will kill you with love; love love love." So I stand and I breathe, with my lungs, cold, wet air. </div><div><br /></div><div>Waiting for her, I stood, buried in thoughts of burning hair, draped in flowers, (you must be careful where you lay your head.)</div><div><br /></div><div>There is such a lot of world to see. SPRING to life, budding conversations with the heartless ones, we would meet up with sad singers, swaying to a rhythm we didn't have to admire. </div><div><br /></div><div>A new hunger would arise needing</div><div>A meal that was memorized </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>keepherclosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161231843384174797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344618500447330547.post-82847285509982111622009-09-07T22:12:00.000-07:002009-09-07T22:33:47.667-07:00something new?A door slammed and kale called after me in an irate manor, so I stormed down the stairs and out into the slowly emptying street. I raged through the night and subsequently ran into an artist who was wickedly full of himself and his product. I laughed loudest at this so called artist and his so called talent. I did not feel bad for hurting his pride, because an artist has not truly created art, unless he has created it to share and not just to boast about. After apologizing for my maybe too harsh rant, we sat and discussed. Many topics floated through my mind at that moment, but most we're not appropriate for this man. My undeceive mind eventually stumbled upon a descent subject about the most influential writer in the last 20 years. Which later would somehow turn into an argument about Jay-Z's lyrical history. After a few more cigarettes and a few more arguments about the history of things, I said "hopefully see you again" to the artist who I could not agree with. From there i headed towards the nearest subway station to call kale and apologize for the earliest argument. Apparently I'm the one whose difficult to communicate with.keepherclosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161231843384174797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344618500447330547.post-2927239063810726582009-08-24T12:18:00.001-07:002009-08-24T12:20:08.937-07:00miss youChosen, you now leave<br />knowing what you've gained is yours and it can not be taken or destroyed<br />"miss you" <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">I'll</span> hear.<br /><br />but ill do more than that.keepherclosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161231843384174797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344618500447330547.post-46782637404438968652009-08-24T12:15:00.000-07:002009-08-24T12:17:46.081-07:00dead citythe city is dead, nothing grew from concrete.<br />your attempt to drive me into insanity has failed.<br />for once you can not tempt me<br />why do you think i would still want what i can not have<br />when i have everything i could want.<br /><br />I will never give this up for you.keepherclosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161231843384174797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344618500447330547.post-30180659174236164762009-08-24T12:09:00.000-07:002009-08-24T12:15:00.927-07:00here comes my past again"Here to haunt me again?" I asked<br />"I've told you i do not haunt, I am just a reminder of regreted mistakes"<br />"Why should i be reminded"<br />"History has a way of repeating itself"<br />This was too true, I could not deny the feeling that this love must fade out has been here before and a heart must be broken. I then realized something new, a feeling to keep it alive.<br />My past then lit up with my relization<br />"I do not <em>have</em> t0 be repeated"<br /><br />and there it disapeared along with the feeling of fading love.keepherclosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161231843384174797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344618500447330547.post-46532214219269361232009-08-24T12:08:00.000-07:002009-08-24T12:09:54.513-07:00briefI'll be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">brief</span><br />apologies not needed<br />you could not wrong me<br />my own guilt should not be yours to carrykeepherclosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161231843384174797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344618500447330547.post-72627157636127330282009-08-24T12:07:00.000-07:002009-08-24T12:31:23.196-07:00nightmareswhen will your darkness end<br />you've found a way into my dreams<br /><em>making </em>them nightmares<br />vividly i try to strike you down<br />but previous love holds me back<br />i could never wrong youkeepherclosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161231843384174797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344618500447330547.post-3468567776561883662009-08-24T12:04:00.000-07:002010-03-18T08:46:36.073-07:00spontaneityinfatuated with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">spontaneity</span><br />you ignore my true faults<br /><br />once i rid of you ( on impulse )<br />you will no longer love my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">spontaneous</span> acts.keepherclosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161231843384174797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344618500447330547.post-78808122930473597932009-08-24T12:03:00.001-07:002010-03-18T08:47:20.075-07:00lightThe sheep not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">slaughtered</span><br />a lonesome smile dances in a crowded forest<br />light has yet to escaped her<br />all trying to obtain what they have lost..<br />goodness and lightkeepherclosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161231843384174797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344618500447330547.post-87627830004909692822009-08-24T12:01:00.000-07:002009-08-24T12:02:59.604-07:00blindedGive me your eyes<br />so that when I'm gone<br />I am able to see the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">grief</span> caused<br />hot tears for those who cared<br /><br />but, blinded who will you chose, after I've gone away.keepherclosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161231843384174797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344618500447330547.post-62653942794365787242009-08-24T11:58:00.000-07:002009-08-24T12:01:21.716-07:00lack there ofAn afternoon<br />what was once there<br />is now not.<br /><br />a twisted reflection of what is desired to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">envision</span><br />the end never comes and where did it start?<br /><br />break through the indestructible window<br />that leads to a Field of meaning<br /><br />a lack of inspirationkeepherclosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16161231843384174797noreply@blogger.com0