When I say it, I mean her
It's a mouth to house the filfth of self-doubt
Quiet desttruction that aches throughout the joints
one step forward is never forward, it's into nothing
That nothing will make you feel warm, above everything and still honest till it drops you from the 32nd floor
Fuck it
Fuck her
She's the nothing that turned into worse than nothing
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
operor
working class troubadours
my friends and I
we build, it's burnt
we smile, they swing
all for a clean cut lust
no flesh per say
just work, the ability to do work and see work done
my friends and I
we build, it's burnt
we smile, they swing
all for a clean cut lust
no flesh per say
just work, the ability to do work and see work done
Thursday, November 12, 2009
it burns
It burns deep behind my eyes
All the way to tracks
The way I was raised
Roots to limbs from clouds to soil
I feel cheated
But feeling isn't truth
I say that
But
If you feel it hard enough
Then it's real
When the ache moves to pain
Late at night
When lonely is sickly
I just want to be free of me
And you
And what I felt
It wasn't truth
Just a feeling
All the way to tracks
The way I was raised
Roots to limbs from clouds to soil
I feel cheated
But feeling isn't truth
I say that
But
If you feel it hard enough
Then it's real
When the ache moves to pain
Late at night
When lonely is sickly
I just want to be free of me
And you
And what I felt
It wasn't truth
Just a feeling
Monday, November 9, 2009
yeah man
I'm further from myself than I was yesterday
it feels good to be somewhere else
but this choking isn't going to cut it
I'd cut it if I wouldn't make such a mess
it feels good to be somewhere else
but this choking isn't going to cut it
I'd cut it if I wouldn't make such a mess
Monday, November 2, 2009
Hands
hand over my heart
the same hand I wipe my ass with
the same hand I masturbate with
no one gets the irony
I guess it makes as much sense as the hand over the bible
hands above your head
there's something I understand
put those dirty fucking things where I can see them
the same hand I wipe my ass with
the same hand I masturbate with
no one gets the irony
I guess it makes as much sense as the hand over the bible
hands above your head
there's something I understand
put those dirty fucking things where I can see them
not good enough
I read over things to review myself, edit, re-edit, re-write, throw away, start anew, and beat the hell out of my nerves. I'm not good enough, you're not good enough either. Some need drinks to do this, I'm abusive without the courage intake. I'll take the shithead title. No need to blame a drink for sober thoughts from an unsound mouth. God could write me a post-it note and I would leave it stained with red ink. he's not good enough either.
amor
the folly
it's too bent to pursue
too early to climb the walls for
but I'm strung
might as well be tuned up and plucked
cause once you're in line
you don't want to be the dumbass who decides after getting a good spot that he doesn't want to be here anymore
so I'll look ahead
leave the sides for the single
damn me
it's too bent to pursue
too early to climb the walls for
but I'm strung
might as well be tuned up and plucked
cause once you're in line
you don't want to be the dumbass who decides after getting a good spot that he doesn't want to be here anymore
so I'll look ahead
leave the sides for the single
damn me
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