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  • Dec 22, 2013

    what’s your one regret

    we lied in bed
    you asked me
    what’s your one regret
    i reflect
    proclaim
    i don’t have any yet
    no cold sweat
    no threat
    just a cadet
    with a life ahead
    no time to think back
    i smoke my cigarette
    blow my smoke
    proceed to hold my breath
    think “what the heck”
    and forget death

  • Dec 21, 2013

    going to hell

    give ‘em hell
    take ’em back and through
    in and out
    consume my abuse
    tune in
    show no confusion
    lick my fusion
    taste the movement
    have you walked in my shoes
    have you been to the moon
    my costume
    i’ll take it off
    show you what’s true
    but first i need to know
    there’s no hole
    nothing cold
    truth down to the bone
    won’t hit the road
    as soon as i kiss your nose
    you’ll know
    just go with the flow
    i’ll let off control
    looking for home
    no remote
    leaving me alone
    just to explode
    like i was owed

  • Dec 21, 2013

    goodbye, take two

    it’s not going to work
    feels like i’m at cirque
    not really looking to rework
    or a long smirk in the distance
    anything twisted, anything “different”
    you’re just looking for a friend
    i’m looking for more, seemingly bored
    i’ll let you go before you snore
    i’ll walk you to the door
    hope you find what you’re looking for

  • Dec 21, 2013

    in

    i wasn’t being passive
    you were just being an asshole
    throwing me back and to
    take two
    should’ve seen you
    wasn’t trying to lean on you
    but you sat there
    phone in hand
    telling me i can’t be a rock
    but you were just being a cock
    a stupid fucking jock
    i didn’t ask for anything
    all i did was stand there, breathing
    you throwing me every different fucking feeling
    it was rude, selfish, inconsiderate
    acting like you’re ignorant, illiterate
    but you’re intelligent
    occasionally arrogant, but i’ll give you that
    forgive you for being a brat
    all i wanted was that
    to attach, instead of playing games
    like a fucking cat and a rat
    my bad, i didn’t realize i dated someone without class
    treating me like a piece of trash
    were we in combat or are you seriously just an ass?

  • Dec 20, 2013

    parking lot love

    grabbing your ass
    standin’ in the parking lot
    going down
    does this say a lot
    food for thought
    bend your mind
    tell you you’re mine
    dime a dozen
    leave you frozen
    take the roses
    another word for my devotion
    feel the passion
    let’s be interwoven
    no need for social
    i’ll show you you’re chosen
    feed you oceans
    take you through motions
    these words, softly spoken
    your eyes, so much emotion
    who knew words could be so provoking
    cigarettes, the smoking
    leave you choking
    on words you don’t understand
    show you eyes are the end
    love at first glance
    touch at first hand
    this romance, the touch, the feel
    the emotion, the endless banter
    the cancer…
    so many things unanswered

  • Dec 20, 2013

    riding

    ride alone
    die alone
    fly alone
    i’ll live this damn life alone
    just to know
    what it feels like
    to find myself
    in myself
    my own self

  • Dec 20, 2013

    take my arm

    observant to the motion
    analytical to the notion
    the words so softly spoken
    the mood full of passion
    the eyes holding sadness
    an empty canvas
    drink in hand, looking the saddest
    like the only one on the planet
    black as callous as ever
    madness, unintentional rebellion
    the yelling
    the seldom welcome
    the depression
    self-rejection so hard
    leaving you scarred
    take my arm
    i’ll show you no harm
    that you’re a star
    but first
    you must leave the bar
    set down your drink
    and believe
    it’s okay to dream
    to sleep
    to show grief
    and breathe

  • Dec 19, 2013

    signs of sickness

    mid-week
    you got sick
    wanted to bring you a gift
    didn’t need to lie down, watch a flick
    just drop off some meds, some food
    a few gifts
    i could’ve stayed
    made you dinner
    or left just like winter
    but i worried
    head stayed buried
    everything was blurry
    sometimes i still worry
    no fury
    there were things you kept hidden
    i respected
    but you really disconnected
    and i’m not sure why
    did you think i couldn’t handle it?
    would bolt from it?
    my face would’ve stayed unaffected
    i put piece to piece
    i kind of already suspected
    but i could’ve been wrong all along
    but i think that says more
    that i wouldn’t shut the door
    deplore or explore the shore
    i knew what i wanted
    i know that’s rare
    haunting
    maybe one day you’ll read this
    and understand
    i was rather something

  • Dec 19, 2013

    six years old

    you’re older
    but i’ve used those tricks
    i started at six
    i’ve read the script
    ignorance is bliss
    kissed the lips
    took quick trips
    used whips
    seen an eclipse
    left the ship
    jumped the steps
    wished a wish
    lived an abyss
    loved a phillips
    grabbed the hips
    i’ve done this
    and i still miss it

    forget it

  • Dec 19, 2013

    the first note

    the mood of your song
    sound of the gong
    the vibrations
    soft hitting strong
    how i sung the song
    i feel so gone
    so long, all alone
    you like the throne
    have me stoned
    what a hoax
    should’ve known
    at first note

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