MIA 9th-14th =[
Annoyedbut
i have to go to straight camp this week so....yep.
i'll be back a little while after the 14th. uck. >_<
i'll get back to people when i get back!
feel free to harass my deviations and my scraps
ciao
Confession.AbsolutionInhale this immaculate, complex bouquetConfession.Absolution
Of lost sanity and a bit of decay
Exhale a thousand sighs and miscalculations
Gesture to imply your implications
Self-love and self-hate are at an impasse
While you are stuck in yesterday's passing day
And as "the battle for warm veins" commences
Bombs of truth knock us to our senses
Some are junkies, walking on fingers across keys
Maybe God is watching if you still believe
So make sure your slit wrists are in plain sight
A hundred hits on myspace and you'll make
American Dreamscommand "the man" to restoreAmerican Dreams
what has been lost and found no more
morals hang like bodies,blue in the face
truth,logic, and dreams have been displaced
to concentration camps in 60" televisions
dying without hope and a lack of provision
facetious american idols lost in bright lights
teenagers lost forever while seeing "great sights"
like millions of dollars wasted on fast living
humanity is in something like its last inning
tempeture increases
economy decreases
and for 10cents a
Endgamereject the commonplace mistakesEndgame
erase, then get up and give chase
to inner evolution, not synthetic lust
we're choking on our own robust disgust
and the devil's orchestra tunes up on heartstrings
while angels flee on outstretched wings
indeed, we've been left to our own outdated devices
shortcuts and short lives begin to entice us
the light at the end of the tunnel is dim
the glass isnt half empty its filled to the brim
drink long and deep before you begin your journey
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Treesif i planted my words like seedsTrees
i think they'd grow slowly, like trees
but somewhat crooked, just like me
hating how i can't say what i mean
my words are like losing your virginity: they hurt.
i find they have an acrid taste
a smell of innocence, gone to waste
of honor lost and then replaced
loves and dreams, left unchased....
you are, were, and will be
the heartbeat and break of me
and from my mouth, the words flee
before i can keep them from getting free
and instead say "im
