bumpeth.

so it doesnt lock. =]

Crash carts not hearts.
Danger broadcast over this radio.
All of the names of the goner I know.
Throwing up our memories to rest in porcelain.
Throwing up our hands to yell catchy chants
That you inherited from the south.
Pull the wool down over your legs.
To cover the scratches to convert to appeal to the masses.
You try to drink it up.
Drown it out the proof that she only loves you in zeroes and ones.
That she only loves you if you hit the right ones

Bump.

Later, maybe, I'll post a song that my friend wrote

My life is slowly spiraling downwards.
I’m drowning and the surface is iced over.
I don’t know who I am
And I’m not sure who I want to be.
I don’t want to try anymore
But I’m so sick of just coasting.
I’m longing for someone
But they don’t want me.
I’m confused
I’m cold

My times are changing
And I’m trying to swim upstream.

Why can’t I turn back?

I’m falling and there’s no one to save me.
My empty well only echoes with silence
Get me a therapist
Get me a friend
Get me a lover
Get me someone who cares.

Who am I
And what am I doing to myself?

I can’t take it
I’m so tired
The person I want to be
Keeps flashing in front of my eyes
Then leaving
Taunting me with her bright colours

Why can’t I be her?

It looks so damn easy
To be everything
Everyone wants me to be
To do everything
Everyone wants me to do
I’m cornered
I’m surrounded
Alone in the middle
Of their lonely little pit
And I just can’t entertain them

Am I boring them?

I’m comparing a lost shoe
To world hunger
And I don’t deserve it
I don’t deserve anything anymore
I don’t even deserve my insides
But they were already taken away
And left with a pain
That never leaves me be

Can’t you just let me be good enough?

No more can my smiles be real
And I can’t figure myself out
I’m the mystery flavoured Dum Dum
That you always got
I’m the thousand piece jig saw
That you left in the box
And the picture on the box is so much prettier
Than me
So much easier to solve

Can’t I just stop talking?

My mirror, mirror on the wall
Tells me falsest things of them all
Alone, I am an individual
But together, I’m just another
We are the minority
And I’m just another rat in the line

Do I disgust you?

We are her
We are them
We are he
He is us
He is she
She is me
I am me
I am her
I am them
I am we

And who is that?

Do you want me
Because I’m who you want to be?
Impossible.
No one wants to be me.
Even myself longs to escape
This being,
This thing

Let me out.
The lock is on the outside
But I have the key.

Find the Melody

Love Requires Harmony
so why not a melody as well?
Not to mention a bass line
and some percussion.

Love needs all of these things to work.
a tune (Melody)
a doo doo da (bass)
a boom boom boom (percussion)

Love needs a lot...
a back-up isn't one of those things
Duets work best
but thats not to say
that a chorus of love is prohibited.

Oh, but a solo.
A soloist can't stand themself
always lonely
carrying that tune
all my themself...

Get your rhythm
get your singing voice
get your mbass
get your melody
to find the harmony
in love

A Creshendo
but never a deshendo
a sharp
a flat
but never a boring.

Whether you're soprano
alto
tenor
bass
the melody is simple.
Complicated.

Just play along.

Get your melody
and find the harmony
and look at that!
That feeling!
its love!

Words so beautiful when they mix.
But cannot get thick enough into a batter that we can feed upon them.
So we must survive on the loose connections we make with them.
In time we never really get it.

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Bump.

I fail at poems/songs

Trying to read
faster and faster!!!!
As your words speak to me
so does the ticking of the clock and the late-late night shows
as do the papers in my bag shouting, "YOU SAID YOU'D GRADE US TODAY!!!!!"

and there's the flash of the weatherbug...look at me your weather's going to shit!
Oh no, not a yaaawwwwnnnnn to.........
mmmmmm....Tim on the cam sayin' "Babe think you better go to sleep..................

Bump.

She wants an american boy but all she gets is China toys.
With just the right amount of hum to them.
Family says she's all money no sense.
Her last name gets her all the sex in the city.
But nothing real enough to make her happy.
The light have just the right amount of hum to them.
She gets into all the clubs thanks to her parents class.
But age gets her nothing to make the night fun.
So she drinks coke like Caulfield.
She sniffs coke till she's lucy.
Backs of limo's. Drinking but the crushed diamonds sting her mouth with all the right amount of sharpness.
Her friends keep her dreaming all night to keep her daylights out.
Besides she's something to brag about.
Not what they want.
But what they've got.
A china doll girl with american parts.

Um, I'm only gonna post one on here, and then when I start putting them on my blog I'll link it and then post whenever I put a new one up -complicated person-

Hey, little baby
with a cherry in her hand.
Everybody coast to coast
all across the land.
North to East
South to West.
Everybody’s hearts have been pulled
out of their chest.

You’re flying with Lunatic Wings
getting higher until the sky will melt.
Just about everything you do
is for attention.
You’re sinking underneath the water
no, nothing you can do can help you survive.

Hey, you’re on a roll
with the microphone stand.
Got a pretty little face
but say no to every man.
Heart of stone
always alone.
This will be the loneliest time
you’ve ever known.

You’re flying with Lunatic Wings
getting higher until the sky will melt.
Just about everything you do
is for attention.
You’re sinking underneath the water
no, nothing you can do can help you survive.

~I Write Songs Not Poetry >_>

Oh yeah, and please don't use that ^^ it's really bad anyways

Go on and fly
fly
fly past me.

I don't care.

Fly past me
I'll smile
and wave you on.

Won't that make you mad.

Then
When I fly past
past you
And reach the prize
first.

Oh, what ever will you do.

You think
You think you have a head start.
But you're wrong.
Just wait.
Just see.

Because you're a rabbit
And I'm a turtle on steriods.

[She's just like the hotel]

You know every secret.....



I’m putting that safety up in the air.....



Cause I can’t take it.....



I don’t care.....



You can tell everything you’ve ever learned about me.....



Everything we ever swore to keep between just friends.....



But those secrets aren’t anything they used to be.....



Tell it all.....



Tell it all with that skill you think you have in acting.....



Tell it all.....



Don’t write it down you’re horrible at spelling.....



We both want to be famous but only one of us really has talent.....



The other one is just too nice to be her usual honest.....



But I don’t care.....



I’ll tell it all.....



I’ll tell you now.....

A poem about love <3

Silent Vein

Will those birds of prey
ever float—not strain
‘till they wash on up
to the shores of you?

Until then,
I’ll be diggin’
for quiet and strange
I’ll open us up: a silent vein.

Inside we’ll see
those golden streets
written about
in these old withered sounds

that circle over in flight
and take away all my ‘might’s
and ‘maybe’s and ‘some how’s
‘till the gold turns black and cries.

I wrote this when I was playing therapist to one of my friends.

When All Goes Wrong

When the tables turn
When the games cease
When the rain turns to fire.

When everything goes wrong
and all walls crumble
his kind of love will be among those walls.

When something terrible happens
and everyone else has run
and found a place to hide
I will stand
and defend you.

If he were dying
he'd want you with him.

If I were dying,
I'd push you away.

If he said
"I love you"
I'd smile and stay silent.
Because I actually mean it.

I will stand
for eternity
and defend you
if fate sees fit.