There is a fear that animates with noise. It starts as a gurgle until you're in a position of poise. Break out, grab utensils, we know what it's about. "Credentials? Very high!" Don't listen to noise, the MO is do for self, maybe 'cause we're boys, it isn't self help. Form gagger, blow out mist, this is all about "I". Keep it automatically gully, because shifty eyes are suspicious. Don't trust me, because my shifty eyes are auspicious. Ridiculous. Eyes constrict, tar enters lungs, you collapse in the sun after the Iron Bell rung. WATCH OUT WATCH OUT WATCH OUT. We all know pigs are out. We must find shelter, we need security. We need better, don't need obscurity.
More Than Confused Sometimes I start to wander and mumble. A starving Condor whose tongue fumbles. I try to comfort, but I stumble. This isn't about me, it is about her. We must talk, all I do is slur so I continue to stalk. She's crushed me, but I crush her... it is to pebbles. Innsuflate, 'cause I'ma rebel, over level. Revel and wallow, this reality is hard to swallow, should I follow? The forest has it's trees, the honey... it has bees. The does2 has none of these. Threatening thoughts, they are not me. Actions, sloppy, is this me?\ The code I can't decipher, so I smash things with my lighter.
Dumb Shit From Nick at Nite Now this is a story all about how my life got twist turned upside down. Now I'd like to take a minute just nod right there, I'ma tell you how i became the fiend of bel-air. In west Philly born and raised, on th playground is where i blew most of my dillys. Noddin out relaxain all cool, all shooting some horse outside my school when a couple of guys, they were up to straight edge, started callin' the po and mom got scared. She said ya moving with auntie in Bel Air.
Where is the Faith? Where is the ritual, where is the taste? My actions residual, opiates traced. My actions trivial, my mind spaced. How long can I last? This is traced land.... dead? Hauntings of the past, this is traced thread.
Here I Am Again Yo, I'm back again, my friend. Lent, a hand I needed, what? Speeded? The ball is in my court, I thank you, you were a good sport. What an awesome first meeting, but our time together will be depleting. Watch, wait, don't stalk, stay straight. Help, I can't breathe, my life is in reprieve. I need this cycle broken, please, no more deceive. Everything is unspoken, all the links, broken. Help me now, I should ask, I don't know how, this... this is all just a task. Why do we wake up, stay strong, make up? Maybe it won't be long, I'm tired, I don't want to stay up.... Life is starting to gray up, I see my family, inspired. Pack up, lay up. I will do my best, I won't lose, I will not rest, giving up.... i refuse.
Where do I go? I'm indecisive. I'm afraid to care, afraid to breathe the air. My pain, I can't describe it. Things are not fair. "This stuff, you gotta try it, it gives you a blank stare." Suppress and bottle, I cant deny it. I need a square. Jump with startle, in my sound there is a tear. Get on my own and find something to be a part of, I wouldn't dare. Forks in every path. Born in lies, deceit is my bath. I have many to quote. Everything true, and it is wrote. Give me some answers, give me a mentor. Shed a spotlight for this dancer, God is love... I am the center. This is the end, the bender, I cannot forgive... I will forgive. Helpless, spent, I am rendered, time to go, time to split..... time to go.
The Teat The epitome of desire, the smoldering ember. The burning fire, it will last forever. Is this disease, ties... should I severe? She loves me, she needs me, am I the only that believes me? She hugs me, she feeds me, will she ever release me? It's her ulterior motive, do I provide sustenance? It seems we are closest, I will defend you, minus pestilence. This is probably detrimental, but your "love", at times, is exceptional. Baby, I can't quit you, ever moment is bliss, with you.
Yep, yep, we at it again, we're all together! We all the best of friend, it will last forever! Oh.....me.....send..... light as a feather.... imminent surrender. Oh yeah, I was gonna.... wait. Then there was.... tingle... tingle.. buzz. BANG! THUNDER! Awake, float, faint.... warmth... itchiness... fuzz. A year long binge, starting to cringe... It seems the path is starting to waver and branch, Confusing decisions and hazy thoughts, Keep stalling or take a fighting stance and risk the chance? Self-doubt, confidence, sadness, anger, I will not be enveloped by these feelings until I rot. Seeds of hope and worth have been sowed, tended and now I have the plants. This is it, the future is now, the future is us. We must execute until we drop, we cannot flop, we must trudge, we will not fail. We cannot not stop. They say it takes two to Tango, like I have said: the time is now, and I am ready to dance. The future is me, the future is you, I am ready, are you?
I really, really like this one: A great pressure pressing and no sign of lessening. He whistles or sings a happy song, but it comes out depressing. It is refreshing, but breeds negative vibes, impacting lives, and surely this cannot be the way. Embrace it? Just wait another day? But remember, we all pay. An actor born into a role, sadly, all he can do is play. Why confined to charades, why construct barricades? "It is safe here, no worry, you can stay" Keep the two of spades. Cards may not be an actors trade, but if the hand is well played... Observe all, and it may be a fallacy. May see a miracle, may see a tragedy, your eyes fall upon all, Even the actor. Performing candidly, if it is fake depends on perception, that is the call. It's importance, again, is subject to the viewer's final drawl. Vying for approval, dying for acceptance. This is the way of an actor. In this, he finds relevance, happiness and candor. Not knowing of the slander, vile banter and authentic resentment. This is the nature of the play, watch or participate, do not neglect it. We are all on the same stage, make sure you're on the same page. Time is imminent. Space is limited, find your queue in the cage. Embrace your role. Time in is prominent, the media is confident.
The Great Delusion Riding the train, unlimited horse power, When it hums and rushes, many cower. It's the apex, relax and rest your eyes, Don't forget the catalyst, insufflate the best, but don't cry. It's sex. It's bliss. Do not resist, enlist. Always there, no matter where. With a shoulder to spare, ultimately neither of us care. Tribulations we share with a blank stare. What a beautiful pair. What's good for me is good for you... But ask yourself: What would Tyler Durden do? On queue, first me, then me. Maybe you. Are you me, am I you? Neither of us ever know what's true. The great delusion. Delusion. Fusion? Fusion. Delusion? No, confusion.
I'm Hers Pans clang, trains ring, awaken and the morning begins with a bang. Every day's the same, maybe shame, no pain. "Seems it'll be a good day", I need to stay sane. "Refrain and have control, take heed. Don't chortle." Sorta mixed up, this is based around greed? "No. Feed." Maybe I see, isn't it horrible? It's seed, it's stripes. Violent it is, indeed. A lone stalk, strengthened from a constant wind. Many balk, many laugh at length. Don't forget we all sin. Chalk, spin... do it with finesse. This is where it is, where it's been. Of course, regress. It seems the best.... because she's blind. It's what she's seen, maybe she needs a rest. No, she's mine. Mine. A little less. Because she's mine. Always second best. Because she's mine.
Keep warm with no logs or fire, Never tire. Whither up or rot?? It is a lot! The situation is dire. Conspire, yes. Do what's required. The tension is permeating before the flame. Finally alone, I'm ecstatic you came, and not a care in the world! Just us and this carnal lust. Man or girl, it's all the same.. no question let's make no fuss. You've got my total focus, leave an impression. Boil, bubble... go ahead and fight, I'll get my way. It's a must. The sex was storming, the next morning. Finally stepping through the turnstile, the ride is over. A sly smile, with no number to dial. Convinced of the right side, being beckoned... single file. We're all last in this line, dragging forward with a trained smile. Ease into crime quickly cut in line. It's not fine. Trial. Meager and minor, this time. Sometimes the fool cannot whine. Back to the single file line, though this one's white. It's fate, a narrow escape because the fool's never late. Reward only in spite and at this rate, the fool will be rabid and bite.
So that ends it for the drug ones, I had to reach months back for those. From here on out I will be posting all my writing here. Enjoy
Something raw I really dig. I wanted to write something for you. But i was afraid it wouldnt be good enough you deserve the very best, and i want to give it to you... and more. i want to hold you in passion, make you clutch the sheets and cum multiple times i want you to moan my name in the heat of the moment i want you always happy. i want to be the one you come to for support. the one you come to for laughs. i want to be your everything. i want to hold hands and take walks discussing everything i want to lay in your arms, stare into your eyes and get lost for eternity. i want to be the one you trust, the one you talk to. i want to be the one you love. if only you knew how i felt. you are someone very special to me. Well, that took me like 2 mins, I was gonna make you a poem, and this is kinda like my format... so this is a rough draft. After I read it I thought the raw, freshness of it was good. I hope you like it. If you want me to polish it up and make it rhyme, lemme know.
i found my new favorite spot to sit comfortably and drink my morning coffee. note: this girl must be a knock out! lucky man here, folks.
