wow i'm bitter and angry
the same
things change but some things stay the same
your body doesn't know what to do with the extra proteins
they say
and people are ignorant and trying to be cultured
all day
and is the music reason enough to stay
when i get obliterated 3 times a day
exacted and empty these girls without pay
wow i'm so cold and detached
i hate people
i hate everyone today and yesterday
and i'm fucking sad and exhausted again
today
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
still i swell
in the noisy semi-drunken expression
this rock 'n roll life, no expectation
of children or being a wife
and an agreement was made sort of it seemed
no there is nothing we can do for our parents
at this point
but be ourselves, and be happy and lead our lives
but still i swell
fear there is no real love in this well
cuz you don't love me anymore
and i've hurt you in a million different ways
and this whole boy girl thing
i can't go down it again
causing pain and feeling bad
obligated into loving
so that you will protect me and save me
after sharing
still be in love with me
when clearly you no longer do
this rock 'n roll life, no expectation
of children or being a wife
and an agreement was made sort of it seemed
no there is nothing we can do for our parents
at this point
but be ourselves, and be happy and lead our lives
but still i swell
fear there is no real love in this well
cuz you don't love me anymore
and i've hurt you in a million different ways
and this whole boy girl thing
i can't go down it again
causing pain and feeling bad
obligated into loving
so that you will protect me and save me
after sharing
still be in love with me
when clearly you no longer do
Friday, February 15, 2008
all at once
we sat together in silence
all morning
me and the kid
no, not my kid thank god
but nonetheless suprising myself
today i am an open sore
and sitting quietly never felt better
i am waiting for you to reach inside and grab
all that is there
until there is no more
i love and hate all at once
am proud and scared all at once
and next will come little boy talkative
and we'll probably have to play a game
and my neighbors who think that i've got it made
with love all around
and i do, but know it's not true
no, it's not true
i've got this pain this deep deep pain
that won't be fed and won't go away
it's piercing into my gut
and rising
all morning
me and the kid
no, not my kid thank god
but nonetheless suprising myself
today i am an open sore
and sitting quietly never felt better
i am waiting for you to reach inside and grab
all that is there
until there is no more
i love and hate all at once
am proud and scared all at once
and next will come little boy talkative
and we'll probably have to play a game
and my neighbors who think that i've got it made
with love all around
and i do, but know it's not true
no, it's not true
i've got this pain this deep deep pain
that won't be fed and won't go away
it's piercing into my gut
and rising
Monday, February 11, 2008
what's past
we loved it all of us in our own ways
but now everyone has parted ways
but i guess it's fate or destiny or some conglomeration of both that brought us together
and a sympathetic sadness or sentimental pity that keeps us attached
to the past
many years have passed but no time has passed
god the hours they passed so fast
and luckily or something like that
we've moved past
the judgement and the rules
the madness and the looks of disapproval
the fear oh the fear
leaving everyone only to be stuck with what is
their own truth
which for me was a really good thing
but now everyone has parted ways
but i guess it's fate or destiny or some conglomeration of both that brought us together
and a sympathetic sadness or sentimental pity that keeps us attached
to the past
many years have passed but no time has passed
god the hours they passed so fast
and luckily or something like that
we've moved past
the judgement and the rules
the madness and the looks of disapproval
the fear oh the fear
leaving everyone only to be stuck with what is
their own truth
which for me was a really good thing
Sunday, February 10, 2008
leather and tights
Leather and tights
there was no leather and tights last night
there was no smelling of cologne
leather and tights and long long nights
of keeping you by my side
i would if i could you know
all night
long days of saturdays
bedside bemoans me
talk below me
let's get this rock and roll show on the road already
i know you feel me
from here on out
i cannot take care anymore
and i sense danger and sadness and fight
of people feeling lonely and getting the short end of the night
oh well i've got this thing to do
and you know i wanna do this with you
there was no leather and tights last night
there was no smelling of cologne
leather and tights and long long nights
of keeping you by my side
i would if i could you know
all night
long days of saturdays
bedside bemoans me
talk below me
let's get this rock and roll show on the road already
i know you feel me
from here on out
i cannot take care anymore
and i sense danger and sadness and fight
of people feeling lonely and getting the short end of the night
oh well i've got this thing to do
and you know i wanna do this with you
Thursday, February 07, 2008
In these early days
And her face just vanished disappeared, and I realize
in those early days it was a comfort
taking the edge off his alpha ways
In the early days, of barely a few months ago,
she wore a smile on her cherry red lips
she wore a smile as she crossed her ladylike legs
and I realize it was comfort
A different hairstyle every day she wore and it was a costume of sorts
I guess
for all of a sudden he bore, not complete
a whole in that red dress
I laughed and joked about the walking on the slut path
she laughed in good jest it seemed
we were happy
I wouldn't walk this with with with my other girlfriends I stuttered
but he was tearing a hole in her soul
she was just an image we all had concocted for even he
no longer owned the she we believed
my heart somedays it hurts because I guess I so wanted to believe
in she
but she was just a fleeting sight to be seen
a mere figment of our imagination
lady like femininity walking the streets red cherry
in these early days we go on, as one without she
in those early days it was a comfort
taking the edge off his alpha ways
In the early days, of barely a few months ago,
she wore a smile on her cherry red lips
she wore a smile as she crossed her ladylike legs
and I realize it was comfort
A different hairstyle every day she wore and it was a costume of sorts
I guess
for all of a sudden he bore, not complete
a whole in that red dress
I laughed and joked about the walking on the slut path
she laughed in good jest it seemed
we were happy
I wouldn't walk this with with with my other girlfriends I stuttered
but he was tearing a hole in her soul
she was just an image we all had concocted for even he
no longer owned the she we believed
my heart somedays it hurts because I guess I so wanted to believe
in she
but she was just a fleeting sight to be seen
a mere figment of our imagination
lady like femininity walking the streets red cherry
in these early days we go on, as one without she
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
comfort
drained and tired as the planets travel backwards
this left brained work can be a lot she says
zapped
luckily you power your right brain she says
relax
and all I want is a drink or a cheeseburger, french fries,
not thinking about powering the right brain
in fact only dreading dreading wanting my bedding
comfort comfort fried calamari
this left brained work can be a lot she says
zapped
luckily you power your right brain she says
relax
and all I want is a drink or a cheeseburger, french fries,
not thinking about powering the right brain
in fact only dreading dreading wanting my bedding
comfort comfort fried calamari
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