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  • Nov 16, 2013

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    seen a lot of faces, smashed a lot of vases
    its been ages, been through phases, made a lot of changes
    this life is contagious, occasionally facetious
    i’ve seen angels take the basement, beyond dangerous
    unintentionally courageous, seasonally outrageous
    but this life, it ain’t gracious, it ain’t for all ages
    stages, written pages, held in cages
    might as well look me up in the yellow pages
    ‘cause this business comes with quickness
    it’s a sickness to feel the difference
    jump from bridges only to learn the true distance
    all i’m asking is for you to listen…
    you shouldn’t have to witness, it’s not worth the riches

  • Nov 16, 2013

    unintentional thoughts

    so aggressive, i lie here waiting for a lesson
    lie here in essence, waiting for your presence to lessen
    your aggression is excessive, rather unimpressive
    you lie on top and i look up, my eyes scream of depression
    are you repressing, watching my eyes as they die
    do you know what it’s like to cry without tears, to touch fear
    watch as they veer, this isn’t sincere, why must you interfere
    you’re no longer here, i want a new year, feel crystal clear
    you dangle me like a souvenir, regardless the time of year
    throw me into gear, i fear, hang me from the chandelier
    you see right through me, ever so crystal clear… it’s sheer
    look at me, a deer in headlights, i fear for all that is unclear
    as i can’t steer and all these tears, they appear
    you’re so fake my dear, i can see it from my belvedere, you’re a veneer
    will you ever cohere or will you always steer clear of anything sincere?

  • Nov 16, 2013

    tour to the belvedere

    what if you wished me away, what if you spoke my name
    what if you saved the day, instead of raising hell and moving away
    would i live a different way, be able to change, exchange
    here i am, deranged, living estrange
    feeling like the new york stock exchange, used to the core
    betting it all, going poor, here’s the door, ready for the grand tour
    delusions of grandeur, that’s what you were, living in a blur
    do you concur, here’s some liqueur, my little entrepreneur
    i won’t lure, i can feel you, unsure, it’s just a tour, you can endure
    i promise you, this is secure… my dear, here’s a brochure
    why the fear? you can’t shed a tear, my dear, i’m always sincere
    i switch to high gear and everything becomes crystal clear
    this is severe, my dear, i’m a pioneer… take a look from this belvedere
    i see all, but it seems to disappear, i’m no engineer, is that what you fear?
    not looking to domineer or be domineered, i just want you to adhere
    for us… is that clear?

  • Nov 15, 2013

    living in chivalry

    i miss you every day, i go in and out of pain
    and realize there’s no way
    i can’t blame this pain, i can’t keep riding this train
    i can’t hold these reins
    and this brain, it can only take so much rain
    you reign my heart so unbelievably hard
    it’s hard to restart when you’re so far from the start
    as if i need black arts for this bleeding heart
    i sit pleading, looking so needy
    i sit bleeding, looking so greedy
    all i want is for you to need me, want me freely
    i’m not looking for charity, all i want is clarity
    rarity, in this city, you must find it sparingly
    looking ever so daringly, i write about you, lyrically
    no vulgarity, one day, you’ll find how much i loved you
    it’ll be historically, the verity may hold severity, but honey
    metaphorically, this love is just blood money
    and i’ll live in the agony of its epitome, essentially the imagery
    amicably, i seize for you to live vividly
    differently, but i’ll be ahead, watching ever so viciously
    the ability to live brilliantly, occasionally timidly
    looking back in sympathy, living in chivalry, i’ll order a symphony
    and hope you’ll find a decent sense of sensibility

  • Nov 15, 2013

    don’t look back, tempe

    patience
    my patient, there’s changes
    my angel, we’ve waited ages
    my nation, my foundation
    i’ll always wait for you at the station
    occasions will pass, impatience won’t last
    i’ll look at my glass, half full instead of half empty
    half crazy, half amazing
    there’ll be plently
    but i’ll still hope i’ll see you
    whenever i’m in tempe
    i’ll look gently, so don’t look back
    it’ll be deadly and i’ll feel empty
    no longer twenty
    i can’t afford
    to spend another penny
    on you, the one i adore
    ‘cause i’m already poor, lost, full of exhaust
    on the floor, wishing you shut the door
    so i wouldn’t look for you
    anymore

  • Nov 15, 2013

    meet me in target pt. 2

    you’re in my dreams
    in those jeans
    feeling so mean
    holding a lein
    over my soul
    you have total control
    and it’s causing a toll
    place me on parole
    have no self-control
    no one can console
    i’m so enrolled in you
    all i want is to be sold
    done feeling cold
    i can only withhold
    and uphold for so long

    i don’t know why
    i miss you so much
    but regardless
    i promise, i’m harmless
    honest
    i hope it comes true
    and one day
    i meet your twin in target

  • Nov 14, 2013

    when i killed you

    i had a dream
    it was left unsaid
    it bled
    black
    i watched you
    a talking head
    don’t look back
    it’s black
    feel it
    panic attack
    smother it
    love it
    suffer in it
    black
    heart attack
    fall back
    ain’t coming back
    hear the humming
    feels numbing
    i’m becoming
    it’s nothing
    stop running
    the buzzing
    it’s something
    you know nothing
    it’s coming
    it’s not loving
    here we go
    it’s crushing
    the blood
    it’s gushing
    look at me
    i’m blushing
    but remember
    i know nothing

  • Nov 14, 2013

    poltergeist

    i don’t
    i won’t
    i couldn’t
    i wouldn’t

    but that was pointless
    ‘cause i’d been poisoned
    i drank the potion
    heard the voices
    they called from the ocean
    a beautiful suicide
    it was like i ran until i died
    lost all my pride
    ran beside the ghoul of the night
    no surprise, it was beautiful
    the way i died, so unusual
    but it was so crucial
    the ride, the way i tried
    the tide, it would subside
    and i’d reside near the south side
    i’d take it by storm
    free of form
    ’cause honey, i’m no longer alive
    and i’ll transform into a violent storm
    and occasionally
    i’ll take a satanic turn
    and i’ll make you feel the burn
    make you yearn
    i’ll scorn and make you regret being born
    make you mourn
    dangle the rope
    and make you lose all hope
    you’ll just have to cope
    ’cause honey
    now i’m controlling
    and i ain’t folding
    so you better start going
    ’cause i’ve only just started
    and this time, i ain’t faint-hearted

  • Nov 14, 2013

    as you played in your hats

    i’ve never written about you
    except that time
    when you weren’t there
    its been a few years
    i got distracted in someone else
    guess i put them above
    it was real love
    didn’t mean to dispose of
    or fall in love
    but regardless
    you were an artist
    kind of heartless
    but i had a harness
    you were harmless
    might have been obsessed with you
    yeah, i had sex with you
    i could have guessed
    you’d cause distress
    but alas, it didn’t last
    glad i dodged all your hats

  • Nov 13, 2013

    should have listened

    busted out in tears
    thinking about you
    and how you’re not here
    and you won’t be
    and it sucks
    ‘cause you’re the only one
    i ever talked to
    and now i’m lonely
    living coldly
    not sure how it’s going
    i wonder if you’re watching closely
    i couldn’t talk at the ceremony
    you know me
    i’m still holding, mostly… slowly
    been living slightly boldly
    just looking for someone to hold me
    for now, i guess i’ll be a bit lonely
    but eventually, i’ll find something
    that won’t be phony
    and it’ll be quite homely

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