Dare (surprise, another song)

Dig through the mess and the dirt and the dress of the night
Search through the multitude no one is nowhere in sight
Push past the people don’t listen you don’t have the right
Flare up the flame and get ready to burn out the light.
No one is spared
Everyone’s there
Life isn’t fair
Don’t ever dare.
Dress up your wounds like you dress up your words and fight back
If you do not sleep again no one will ever attack
Ashes have fallen they stuck so now everything’s black
Hike up your bag put your foot down and start down the tracks
No one is spared
Everyone’s there
Life isn’t fair
Don’t ever dare.
This was no accident
This was His game
To be played
And we played
Don’t ever dare
Don’t ever dare
No one is spared

Verse 2 and choral reprise of the aforeaforementioned song, which by the way is called threads and strings and secret things

My dear little secret
please stay in the corner
ill feed you with fear
and secure you with mortar
ill hollow a cave
if youll only behave
dont take any more
than the core that i gave
the threads at my fingers
and the strings on my soul
insist they must linger
and blacken like coal
((repeat chorus))
this is the oldest that youve ever been
something is ticking beneath your skin
eyes upon you and they hold back a grin
this game is not obe that you can win.

Chorus to the aforeposted verse one

Somebody knows that you dont blend in
Every encounter is paper thin
Flip through the pages and take it all in
Each stamp of ink is original sin.

Slam it or sing it? I want feedback :)

We try and we die in the
bliss of a lullaby
We hum soft and low to the
secrets below
We cannot forego
No matter the time
The itch of the ticking
The twelve o'clock chime
The threads at my fingers
And strings on my soul
Insist they must linger
And blacken like coal

Paper Patterns

I know that you know this
But what can I do?
It's the same words again,
With a different tune.
You can hum, along,
You've heard this before,
But the melody's wrong
So you'd better be sure
That you know what you're doing
Just take a step away
From the edge, take a breath,
Now you're starting to sway
I could try, to catch you,
But what could I do?
It's the same words again,
With a different tune.
<><><>>>><><>><>>>>><><><>>>
You
had to walk
Away
Through the rain
<><>><><><><>< The lamplight shone on your hair, Just an angel causing pain <<><><><><<><>
Did you know that you drew
your
dagger did you know, you took aim?
<><><<><<><<><>< Did you know that the blow That you struck Drained the blood From my vains <><><><><><>><>< My eyes are wide open, but my mouth is like ice <><><><><><><><>< My eyes are wide open but my mouth is like ice <><><<><><<><><>
It's only the middle of September and I've already paid
The price.

One for the camera

You're picking off the scabs that stitch the memories to your skin
You're waiting for the day the blood beneath won't come again
But every story's ending holds a secret you're keeping in
The words that should resolve themselves cease to come to an end
Shut the cabinet,
Tape the mirror closed,
And shut your mouth for once in your life
I'm waiting for the words to come but they won't write
Themselves on the page
Let's watch for rain, let's wait in vain
For things to fall from the sky
And when they always almost do we'll always almost say goodbye
<>><><>><><><>><><><>>><><><<><><>><><<><><>><><
You put the pen to paper, write your name, and cross it out
You want to rip it all away but you know you'd couldn't do without
But every time you write a different word it's not allowed
And sometimes to be heard you have to spill the ink and shout.
Snuff the candle, lock the room and walk, and trust yourself for once in your life
Keep waiting for the words to come cause you can write them down on the page
Keep watching for rain, you're not watching in vain, cause things have fallen from the sky
Before
And when they finally do you'll have the strength to say goodbye
Say goodbye
Say goodbye

hm...

This a poem I wrote with someone who I met on compassion pit :) I kind of ended the conversation suddenly but it was a good conversation. Sorry, Sean. :)

Forever is nothing but an ink stain
On the flower of life
Like a stricken vein it .....
oh i can't remember the rest. but it was really good. And then it went something like...
can't see past the platform it sits and frets upon silky ignorance.
it knows nothing of its own kind
and then i forget.... and then something like
Stench or scent, what is its.... someting and then..
Is it dripping in sweet or drenched in truth
but like a newborn flame
the naive blue cannot stay... something something something
Until.... uh i forget this part too
And then something about the ember-laden charcoal beneath and temptation. And then
Till finally it ends in a big bang
And the forever becomes everything.
And there is nothing.

Well as you can see i forgot to copy and paste the poem and that was kind of a fail from memory but it was a really good poem. And yeah if a certain someone remembers what i left out feel free to fill it in.

Knock Knock

Hook snag pull drag from the back its hardly even visible but you can

Taste it on your tongue the numb is wearing

Hard on you it floods floods floods

Fold, crumple, scrape away, hide away, don’t let

It come to the front of your mind it has resistance

Why did you pull tug it had to

Swim through shit to find your present, past, and future

Rolled out on a flat surface unfurled finger jab

Boom

Slip

Burn

Tear

Knock,

knock

Who’s

There.

Butterfly Poem

Well today I saw the most beautiful thing
I saw Nikes pressing pedals and i imagined my own blue toes right there helping along.
And I saw a
girl
*almost*
press a
boy
up against a swingset and feel his heartbeat in his eyes and clean his lips of doubt.
I saw a blonde flipping off...
the deep end
(uh-oh)
And that wasn't so beautiful but life is a destroyer.
I saw wet hair falling in the faces of two confused sailors
And I watched them forget about everything and wear stripes instead.
I watched the mirror become confused and I witnessed the grass on the lawn
And I watched the whole time the window slammed shut
And I stifled the lamplight until it was gone.

Drawing Circles

This ball and chain paperweight back-stab almost ballerina makes
Anything Possible
And like a yearly tide ebb flow spiderweb mess-up, we are human.
By the time the spring wasn't early we'd forrgotten the late-come winter
And were bound to our decision with nothing more breakable and less bendable than anything else.