Time Traveler

How come I can not see the lies on your painted face?

I thought there was no secrets between you and me.

Whatever happened to the candle stick burning so brightly?

I know I’ve awakened you from you’re harmless day sleeping.

But now I hear footsteps in your eyes.

Then you are speaking to me and I can not hear what it is that you are saying to me.

I see only lines going up and down, of what is the sound that is coming out of your mouth.

You’re freedom escapes me like a mild night tiger.

My eyes escape your hearts desire.

Take me back to 1923.

Then when I was yours,and yours was me.

We sat and drink milkshakes for 20 cents.

You promised you’d buy me a big house with a tall white fence.

So I fast forward to 2020 where the future beholds a colorful thing.

These crazy lights are too much for me, so I go back to my least favorite time , year 2013.

Where I’m old and soon dieing; where death is all around me.

Twenty years ago is when you died, but however I didn’t cry.

On the awakening on you’re face was so pale and you slept peacefully in your crate.

I yawned that night and remembered your face the time we met.

We were so young and now destined for heaven or hell.

 

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Hanging By A Thread

I’m hanging by a thread
The rope is breaking
The time is ticking
My fingertips are slipping
And the pain I’m in, its running through my veins
You don’t listen to a word I say and
The walls are closing in
It’s tough to keep my feet on the floor
My heart is reaching and
I can’t stand it.
My thoughts are being swirled around in the washing machine,
Like a whirl pool I can’t fight
What’s left of my heart is all I have to stay strong
Each minute the pain is growing stronger and stronger
The rain and thunderstorms are like the things I’m fighting through, just to make myself last
My eyelids are shutting and
My barin’s become dizzy
The colors they swirl around in my heart
Then I’m lying there and I’m breaking away
Crumbling like a chocolate chip cookies, that
Was dunked into milk too long.
I’m slipping away at the seams and
I’ve become something I’m not

Paper Fire

Burning.

Burning a hole through my heart.

We decided where to part.

You pushed me down a wishing well.

Now i know you’re somebody else.

I can’t stand the pain.

you’re making the blood drip down my veins.

I shut my eyes in hopes of a new surprise.

In my heart all there is are crys.

You blame me on this.

Now your all pissed.

You seem to forget.

I know I’m gonna regret.

Don’t remind me.

I don’t want to remember a thing.

You pushed me down a wishing well and I’m still falling.

You used me to make my heart beat only for your sense of enjoyment.

Now it bleeds.

Don’t mind going on your way.

Cause it was cold hearted enough for you to say .

Our chatting is done.

I’m sick of your games.

You think your so cool , but really your lame.

You could blame you, your a bunch of crap.

I’m going to be independent now.

No, I don’t need to show you how.

 

Memories Full of Bitter

I see you and I’m walking down the hall.

You smiling up at me.

I laugh out loud.

You question why.

Your face says it all.

I don’t need you or

a heartful of bitterness.

It tastes tangy on my tongue.

I don’t need you in my life.

I’d rather stab myself with a knife.  

I’m independant

and I know you can’t stand it.

There are no more butterflies.

Only regrets.

So these are my ways of saying good bye.

Color Scribbles

 

Tomorrow will always be more forgotten.

The yesterday will always be remembered.

So on that Wednesday night, when I’m sitting there all alone.

I will remember you. In the back of my mind.

Somewhere.

Somehow.

I don’t want to.

Don’t know how to.

I’m trying so hard to push away my feelings for you,but somehow they keep tumbling back.

Whenever they come back,I shut my eyes.

Shut my eyes of fear of what I might be seeing, whatever it is , it will remind me of you.

You and all your bitterness,tangy on my tongue.

But even with my eyes shut, my thoughts pass through my bairn,nose and ears,now out there.

All over the place.

My thoughts.

So tangled, like headphones in my pocket.

So messy like a five year old scribbles.

Just random different color scribbles.

To us they make no sense, but to them it could be a tree,a train,a butterfly.

Maybe that’s just how everyone thinks.

So these are my ways of saying good bye.

 

Become Blind Of My Face

Some try to write me.

Others try to play me.

Some just can’t see me enough to notice I’m even there before they sit on me.

My brain doesn’t listen to me.

It only speaks to me.

Tells me things I don’t wanna hear.

Everyday is a long day.

It all leads to pain.

Nothing but pain and misery.

Misery and pain.

The two words , they are twin together like the tix candy.

Then the night I will say a means.

Find my peace and harmony.

That’s the only place I need to be me.

Resting with you baby is what I want.

None of it is insane.