

Thoughts Clouding My MindHow pathetic am I to be sitting here listening to music writing things that don't even rhyme just because sometimes I wonder what it would be like with you in my life. With my hair washed, legs now shaven, and brusies on my knees from friends rough housing with me I sit here writing wanting to cry tears way long past due from back in the day when feelings for you were freshly new. Sometimes when I sleep your image will silently creep into my dreams, some days good, some days bad but your image in them gets stuck in my head and then for the next 2 days I have to work on making you disappear and locking you behind secret doors onceThoughts Clouding My Mind


Realizing Old ThingsBeen holding on to things long gone Don't know what to tell myself in situations like that I'm happy when you're around and you make me laugh and smile But in the end the story is still the same You're here but I'm far behind Because you see whats here and I'm still blind My feelings are hard to tell because I don't want to show everything Don't know what keeps me hanging on after all this time After all these years you'd think I'd learn But something keeps tugging at me Don't know what it is or why But for some reason some days I just can't get you off my mind I hope youRealizing Old Things


Deal With ItAll this stuff in my head Is making me feel like somthing unsaid Everything around me is changing Making my life go in circles Wth everything I have inside re-surfacing Things get out of control never ending Looking in the mirror always wondering Path of life going left, going right Which way do I go? Which path do I take? Going which ever way I guess Seems and makes everything a mess Senses and emotions gone astray Those I love get pushed away People get blocked with the barrier Never knowing who I am, what I wish to be Gets in my head confusing me &nbsDeal With It


Analize ThatHey there I guess I should call you Dr. Mr. analize everything so you think you know me I laugh You think you know me but all you know is your own thoughts. Scared? Like hell Grudge Why waste my time I don't need you or anyone else to make me happy except for Ezekiel. You will never break my wall and I will continue to laugh until you realize that. Your analizations make me sick You and your cocky attitude about how you think you know me when you don't. Stop trying to figure me out and understand thing that you have no business knowing. I wave You once aAnalize That


The FireflySeductive, long black fake eyelashes. Each blink isThe Firefly
another thought; another renegade moment of lust.
This is a brothel without the whores. A sweetness with a
jagged bitterness.
Chalky, sharp as it cools your skin.
Flutter,
only a second for
impulsive action. Goosebumps forming, a slow
mesmerization.
This is the
sensation of having
fireflies crawling
along your skin. Glowing, fading away.
This is when you begin to realize. Honey, I will
be your r


The QueenGlorious oh envious moon. Come to me, Bequeath me thy lack of faith, Watch as I change the world to suit my image, Watch as I reap the whirlwind, The snake that bites my breast, That devil of the first and only sin, Call to me, Come forth that I may burn my tongue and sallow the ground, Call to me, Let they majesty plant a seed in my heart, Let it grow into your tree and Ill know you, Ill love you forever more. Oh tell to me your secrets and tell me the sins, Tell me of your virgin flesh that burned a path, Tell of the road that you put your feet uThe Queen
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In hell there's a big hotel
Where the bar just closed
And the windows never open
No phone so you can't call home
And the TV works but the clicker is broken
___Billy Joel, Blonde Over Blue
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For all the things I could never say,
For all the times you left me along the way
A void is all that is left this day
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~I don't care if I'm forgotten after I'm gone, I just don't want to be forgotten while I'm still here~
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There is always hope for a little change....
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