I thought twice.Creating an outline and shaping the scene, Forming opinions without looking between. The arms of many and the the loss of few,I thought twice.
And then the sheets when I wake up with you.
I thought twice once, last time Searching my brain for words to rhyme I painted twisting grays of the sky To color code the thoughts that are mine.
Smearing patterns and cutting figures, And in your eye shine my face is bitter. I wonder why, I wonder why and how many shades are in my fucking sky?
To ExcuseTo excuse a circus for a morgue. an alibi less liable to break that any counter-culture-trend-chaser.To Excuse
To excuse an occult for a schooling as prayers go unanswered, lives may go un-lived.
To excuse that turns to leaving that turns to chasing that runs into doors and closets.
I hope that you all are happy now, because I sure as fuck am not. I'll feed you excuses to not be real, not exist, and to not exhale. and you can feed me the same food you swap back and forth like vomit from a mother birds mouth.
Excuse me from the table, excuse me for saying, excuse me for doing n
I Don't Call You No OneI could be a teacher Of contempt and self-destructive feelings And filled with memories and the smell of orange peelings.I Don't Call You No One
It was in my kitchen that her fingers worked while quietly singing. About all the pretty things and the lightness of ever being.
Its in my living room, that we could talk about the time. cause we'd stay up late
in this old house of mine.
And I don't call you no one for nothing. because I promised these citrus peels wont mean anything. And while these memories and bodies are aging My last name for you
I Call It Someone.You're singing, you're screaming, you're pouring your soul all out. But you never get to talk, So I never know What you're always shouting about.I Call It Someone.
You're advice helps me Cause its always what I receive.
But telling your own words back to you Is never what you need.
You're always yelling and thrashing about how things should or would have been If only you did something different "Way back then."
You could rave for hours on end about how nothing tried could ever be achieved. And how you don't require anything, but somehow It's only lov
Space-FarerShe cried from her high window sill Up in her tower room. Where is it love, you hide from me, Upon that barren moon?Space-Farer
A vow, before you took your leave You would return, and soon But what has come of my cosmonaut High upon the moon?
Far above, he directs his gaze to Earth Wishing, wasting on the dunes Haunted by the thought of his true love Somewhere beneath the moon
My comrades rest beneath the sun To dust their bodies hewn And I languish for my lover fair Trapped on this desert moon
My ship lies wrecked on Rümker&#
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Second Sail
Defeated
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