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Duo tone

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With eyes
Full of pride
And a heart
Full of ache,
Ears tired
Of the lies
And a tolerance
Sick of the pain,
That the wise
Think they hide
And the mannequins
Attempt to fake,
In her strength
She will ride
Every super natural
And cosmic wave,
No matter how wide
A yawn is still a sigh
Oh how close we resemble
The path that they’ve paved,
Issues put off to the side
Grow & tower like high tide
Increasing the volume in tremble
That no mere man is able to save,
The thought
Reaches my eyes
And I’m unable
To contain,
The tears
That reprise
My previous
Emotional state.
I want
What I consider mine
And hope that it becomes fait,
That breaks me out
Of what is shy
Rushes me into the needed
And finally takes me away.

awkward movement

I think

its hilarious

and interesting

just how

the world

turns,

I AM

more arrogant

than the

elephant in the room

but my blunt

slowly burns,

like the opposite

of an anorexic

cutie

who fattened up/didn’t throw up

and little by little

developed curves,

and that

confidence

shows up

at the wrong time

like

‘what balls”

‘what nerve”,

I needed strength

on that date

she needed swav

I gave her a

half assed nerd,

angry

with my self

a bitter creamy taste

self expired

and soft served,

oh well

I guess

I’ll go on

about my business

doing  the robot

as I

make my moves

 hitting these corners & curves,

hoping

to one day

I bump into  my fellow/matching

weird ass

dance around

to break the ice

type  of girl

The Chase

constantly

forever

never

ending,

seeing

angels and demons

in the flesh

at the wrong time, perfect setting,

engraving

into the soul

wisdom of fear

so one is never forgetting,

how close

the far away

from believable

has got you sweating,

tangible  

prophetic

all signs

point to YES,

trying your hardest

to lawyer the mind

on what and why

somethings burning right through your chest,

the soul

wont let it go

the wicked never get

any rest,

dragged up and down all around

the long hour days

hiding from

our own mess,

of  the torture

and the chase

iT is

but a test