There comes a time when reality really kicks in. You realize what your dreams are and that moment comes when you have to pursue them. You really realize what are really your dreams until they are out of your grasp. Unfortunately, I did not attack my dreams, or they didn't work our as quickly as possible, but I am stick young. I need to travel and I am going to vent my frustrations to the world in the form of a intellectual tidal wave.
I have been prompting myself for the impractical, but that will be no more. I am pursuing what is mine, and should be mine. Love has been lost and regained, just peering it's tiny rabbit head with a giant mutilating underbody. Never will I let myself fall through the legless abyss that I call the heartstrung rabbit hole. When I marry it will be to the next person I fall in love with. I feel as if I cannot let myself live correctly without it, but that seems pointless. Dont you think?
The dusty ambitions in my brain will be wiped off and kicked into full gear. The impractical thought process that I possess will become even more than practical, it will become a reality.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Elephant In The Room
Elephant In The Room
Alone again in this clouded space
Stranded in this love sick tomb
To overlook an honest truth
It’s the elephant in the room.
Aiding your denial,
Leaving you alone
Kissing your lips
Tasting your breath no more
The room grows closer with the fear
Fingernails singe into the mattress
My stomach is in knots
But I pretend to act like it’s gone
In fact, I am actually alone
You can’t overlook the fact that we were a pair
A pair of losers growing nowhere, but you left me drowned
Drowned in the noise, the sea of despair, surrounded by
The elephant in the room x4
Like an intricacy
You enticed my inner most thoughts
I stand before you on my knees
Begging you please
But it’s just fueling your fire
Fueling your walls
Instead of packing it in
You can pack your things and go
This you will eventually know
This loss is a looming void
An empty space
Overlooking the honest truth
Of the elephant in the room.
Alone again in this clouded space
Stranded in this love sick tomb
To overlook an honest truth
It’s the elephant in the room.
Aiding your denial,
Leaving you alone
Kissing your lips
Tasting your breath no more
The room grows closer with the fear
Fingernails singe into the mattress
My stomach is in knots
But I pretend to act like it’s gone
In fact, I am actually alone
You can’t overlook the fact that we were a pair
A pair of losers growing nowhere, but you left me drowned
Drowned in the noise, the sea of despair, surrounded by
The elephant in the room x4
Like an intricacy
You enticed my inner most thoughts
I stand before you on my knees
Begging you please
But it’s just fueling your fire
Fueling your walls
Instead of packing it in
You can pack your things and go
This you will eventually know
This loss is a looming void
An empty space
Overlooking the honest truth
Of the elephant in the room.
House of Mirrors
House Of Mirrors
I dig and dig and dig at my heart
Nothing seems to come out
Your wretched, fetched soul
Is all you’re about.
As time ticks
Through the labyrinth you have made
There is not a day, a day in the life
That I thought was too great.
I don’t know why you do it
You make me feel wrong
You make me feel alone
Just need a soul to sleep on
House of mirrors are no fun no more. It was you and I together before you walked out that door. I kissed your eyes goodnight as you hold on to my dreams. Forgetting my heart is ripping at the seams.
I looked for your face
On the back of the glass
The one smiling back at me
The one in love with me.
The glass appears half empty
and never half full.
I better where my hard hat
To protect myself from the true threat
Mirrors are all around me
I keep running into walls
I walk the halls
Just running into walls.
I dig and dig and dig at my heart
Nothing seems to come out
Your wretched, fetched soul
Is all you’re about.
As time ticks
Through the labyrinth you have made
There is not a day, a day in the life
That I thought was too great.
I don’t know why you do it
You make me feel wrong
You make me feel alone
Just need a soul to sleep on
House of mirrors are no fun no more. It was you and I together before you walked out that door. I kissed your eyes goodnight as you hold on to my dreams. Forgetting my heart is ripping at the seams.
I looked for your face
On the back of the glass
The one smiling back at me
The one in love with me.
The glass appears half empty
and never half full.
I better where my hard hat
To protect myself from the true threat
Mirrors are all around me
I keep running into walls
I walk the halls
Just running into walls.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
One Fine Day
Main words sandy come boring
Upon lower in delineated good-ranking
We come with sin, day die void as them
Build him, camps in worst zoo dens
Habanera wisen, die ire Filling die
Volley, die say per passed die sum
Inner thrills that is sung in
Melt balding august open this there
Great ranking die generating day die
Script like with other pens.
In man’s life is or so gross
We cement ego for in Zest
Southern day beginning to presume him alas
See Kentucky beginning to see time.
Upon lower in delineated good-ranking
We come with sin, day die void as them
Build him, camps in worst zoo dens
Habanera wisen, die ire Filling die
Volley, die say per passed die sum
Inner thrills that is sung in
Melt balding august open this there
Great ranking die generating day die
Script like with other pens.
In man’s life is or so gross
We cement ego for in Zest
Southern day beginning to presume him alas
See Kentucky beginning to see time.
The Thin Flow
The sun came up
The water went down
And I took
A hard look around
Then, I saw him lyin’ there
Couldn’t believe what I saw
He was looking …50 miles offshore
And then he says
Son, just step away
From your mind
Look in the water
And far behind
I look down the beach
Towards the glistening sand
I seen the most beautiful girl
And she happened to be so grand
I thought to myself About what the old man said
And I couldn’t manage to
Get it out of my head
Son, just step away
From your mind
Look in the water
And far behind
I look to my left
My girl to my right
I was thinking
It’s going to be a long night
And what should I do with my life
Should I just get up and go
Instead, stayin here
I’ll take control
Son just step away
From your mind
Look in the water
And far behind
The water went down
And I took
A hard look around
Then, I saw him lyin’ there
Couldn’t believe what I saw
He was looking …50 miles offshore
And then he says
Son, just step away
From your mind
Look in the water
And far behind
I look down the beach
Towards the glistening sand
I seen the most beautiful girl
And she happened to be so grand
I thought to myself About what the old man said
And I couldn’t manage to
Get it out of my head
Son, just step away
From your mind
Look in the water
And far behind
I look to my left
My girl to my right
I was thinking
It’s going to be a long night
And what should I do with my life
Should I just get up and go
Instead, stayin here
I’ll take control
Son just step away
From your mind
Look in the water
And far behind
This Morning Was Nice
Today was a good day
Slept really well
Spread out the butter
Toast cooks brilliantly
Not time yet to bathe
Look
Television is on
Scan and run down
Outside the window
Squirrels nestle tightly in pairs
Remaining still
No time to glide
Walk out of the door
Sky smells wonderful
Stay tuned
Filled to the brim
No more bites
Work hears me coming.
Slept really well
Spread out the butter
Toast cooks brilliantly
Not time yet to bathe
Look
Television is on
Scan and run down
Outside the window
Squirrels nestle tightly in pairs
Remaining still
No time to glide
Walk out of the door
Sky smells wonderful
Stay tuned
Filled to the brim
No more bites
Work hears me coming.
Tainted Nature
As I look out to the lake I realize what I have done. I have taken my own life along with others. By others I mean I took my pride and others have come along with that.
The lake is so peaceful, very morbid. Life is a lot like a lake. At times, the lake can be wild and very bumpy like when being skied on or being occupied by boats. Then, at night when there is nobody on they’re besides maybe the teenagers hanging out in the water at night skinny-dipping. Other than that, the lake can be very placid and quiet.
The lake is also a lot like me. It can give and take lives. Water can help some plants grow and to provide a fun lifestyle for people of all ages, but it can also be a conductor for drowning victims.
The lake sits here quiet, bluish-green and flowing towards one side. It lays so smooth that it looks as if you could skip a rock on it for days.
The fish swim in the beautiful water day and night providing fishermen with something to do. It’s just another version of the water helping take a life or give life.
The fish are born in this water and provide for different life cycles in the depths of this blue body. On the other, hand it is a fishermen’s play ground. Sometimes a fisherman will throw it back, but many take it and eat it including myself. That would be thrown into the category of ending a life.
The night sky lies over the water and as I look into the endless lake I see beauty and life. The orange and blue sky seem to just go as long and the two bodies seem to connect to make this amazing ore that really makes one think about life and happiness throughout this crazy world.
Around the lake there seems to be green life in itself. In the murkier parts of the lake by the brim their lies cat tails and algae filled leaves. The frogs fling their sticky tongues towards the sky catching the lightning bugs. It looks as if the frogs are turning off a light in the sky or stealing a shooting star when they do this. Willow trees and long lawns off the lake houses sit freshly cut and taken care of well.
All the fresh smells of nature make me realize that life is important and everything is beautiful in its own right. So, whatever I have down and why I executed is coming back to sit in my stomach like a 30 pound hot rock and make me sick to it.
The lake is so peaceful, very morbid. Life is a lot like a lake. At times, the lake can be wild and very bumpy like when being skied on or being occupied by boats. Then, at night when there is nobody on they’re besides maybe the teenagers hanging out in the water at night skinny-dipping. Other than that, the lake can be very placid and quiet.
The lake is also a lot like me. It can give and take lives. Water can help some plants grow and to provide a fun lifestyle for people of all ages, but it can also be a conductor for drowning victims.
The lake sits here quiet, bluish-green and flowing towards one side. It lays so smooth that it looks as if you could skip a rock on it for days.
The fish swim in the beautiful water day and night providing fishermen with something to do. It’s just another version of the water helping take a life or give life.
The fish are born in this water and provide for different life cycles in the depths of this blue body. On the other, hand it is a fishermen’s play ground. Sometimes a fisherman will throw it back, but many take it and eat it including myself. That would be thrown into the category of ending a life.
The night sky lies over the water and as I look into the endless lake I see beauty and life. The orange and blue sky seem to just go as long and the two bodies seem to connect to make this amazing ore that really makes one think about life and happiness throughout this crazy world.
Around the lake there seems to be green life in itself. In the murkier parts of the lake by the brim their lies cat tails and algae filled leaves. The frogs fling their sticky tongues towards the sky catching the lightning bugs. It looks as if the frogs are turning off a light in the sky or stealing a shooting star when they do this. Willow trees and long lawns off the lake houses sit freshly cut and taken care of well.
All the fresh smells of nature make me realize that life is important and everything is beautiful in its own right. So, whatever I have down and why I executed is coming back to sit in my stomach like a 30 pound hot rock and make me sick to it.
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