Monday, December 21, 2009

¡Intruder Alert!

I'm pretty sure I overstepped my boundaries...

Since when does my advice ever work for me?
Learning about situations that relate to me?
I need to swallow whatever sensation washes over me
Like how the oceans throw back their regrets.
I need to stop talking about me, for lack of a better term.

Daydreams come often and the theme is recurring.
It's always in my grasp but turns to dust in my hand.
Your hourglass is cracked since I tried to break you free,
But I've only let you go.

Gone is the innocent wishing.
Gone are the innocent smiles.

My patience remains.

As I sit here typing lazily, with bizarre thoughts running through my mind, I think about what lies ahead.

It's smart and futuristic,
Everyone is doing it.

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It smells like the first night that we spent together
Huddled around a broken TV but it didn't matter

Crackles from the wood cabinet,
Smoke from broken cigarettes.

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I'm alone and you've got troubles and angst
I'm willing to talk forever, for any length
Where did all the light go?
Stuck here forever with glory and home.
Is it glowing because I've nowhere else to go?

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Friday, December 11, 2009

Armchair

You don't have all your clues, Nancy Drew
I used to run these grounds before the invention of you
What's there not to trust? It's just lust
I had to fall down and cry before I could possibly rust

I figured you so far, you dressed in blue
Bending over backwards only to prove
No matter what I thought, I still don't know you
There's no need to tell me the truth

There's something else I wish I knew about
How is it that I always fall in line with doubt?
I climb up only to fall off at the wrong time
crawling behind the scenes on opening night

I figured you so far, you wearing red
Bending over forwards, me wishing I was dead
Once too many moments, stop messing with my head
Your options here are too limitless

There's something else I wish I knew about
How is it that I always fall in love without
acting on a whim, asking you once this time?
Crawling behind the scenes on opening night

Curtain call on what I thought to be me
Here it falls on what I wanted you to be
Here it goes since I didn't make my move
Open the flood gates and let them in

Let me out of here...

My bones are quaking
My skin shaking
My pulse breaking
My soul faking.