I'll the know the world is ending
When I hear your voice in the radio
Emitting the lies that I once held so dear to my heart
Transmitting the words that deteriorate us
I'll gamble my life
With the barrel of a revolver in my mouth
Before I give it to you again
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Drown
There is something romantic about not breathing
Unconscious intimacy dwelling on the dark side of dreams
As close to understanding what little we know as we will get
As truth and shallow worlds and hydrogen and oxygen wave over me
I want to see the blue turn into black
Send my nightmares and hopes to the bottom of the sea
Wash away what writings I tend to leave on the surface
And scrape the etchings of time away from the charred remains of renovation
I want to stop breathing
Stop the warm, consistent flow to know why I was brought here
Not have the burden of the sensation of weight of any sort among me
But just drifting down into the ocean, clear and black in harmony
Unconscious intimacy dwelling on the dark side of dreams
As close to understanding what little we know as we will get
As truth and shallow worlds and hydrogen and oxygen wave over me
I want to see the blue turn into black
Send my nightmares and hopes to the bottom of the sea
Wash away what writings I tend to leave on the surface
And scrape the etchings of time away from the charred remains of renovation
I want to stop breathing
Stop the warm, consistent flow to know why I was brought here
Not have the burden of the sensation of weight of any sort among me
But just drifting down into the ocean, clear and black in harmony
Friday, October 2, 2009
Max
I'm looking forward to the rekindling of memories in two weeks
As a childhood story is being portrayed in a whole new way
It was our thing
There isn't another way to describe it
Just like Goodnight Moon, Green Eggs and Ham, Toy Story, and Nightmare Before Christmas
This is just one of our things
I think I might cry in the movie
As it has been somewhere near twelve years since that book was opened between us
I'm excited for the rumpus
As a childhood story is being portrayed in a whole new way
It was our thing
There isn't another way to describe it
Just like Goodnight Moon, Green Eggs and Ham, Toy Story, and Nightmare Before Christmas
This is just one of our things
I think I might cry in the movie
As it has been somewhere near twelve years since that book was opened between us
I'm excited for the rumpus
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Shared Documents
My eyes turn back
Search the inner electric synapses of my brain
Find out the plug is short circuiting my hardware
Stinging pulsation of volts shock my memory
Push to remember
I used to worship God
I taught myself how to write out of hate for the pencil grip
I had a multitude of imaginary friends that consistently moved away
I never lost a football game against myself in the backyard
I planted the maple tree at the corner of the fence
The maple tree is still there, but it is not mine
The backyard I used to conquer is now someone else's stadium
The friends have moved away and are in imaginary high school
The handwriting is sloppy and uneven because of the incorrect finger placement
And I find nothing in the word of God
Search the inner electric synapses of my brain
Find out the plug is short circuiting my hardware
Stinging pulsation of volts shock my memory
Push to remember
I used to worship God
I taught myself how to write out of hate for the pencil grip
I had a multitude of imaginary friends that consistently moved away
I never lost a football game against myself in the backyard
I planted the maple tree at the corner of the fence
The maple tree is still there, but it is not mine
The backyard I used to conquer is now someone else's stadium
The friends have moved away and are in imaginary high school
The handwriting is sloppy and uneven because of the incorrect finger placement
And I find nothing in the word of God
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