"Hop on a sea cow and manatee up"
Blown back by words unsure, but I am sure I like the sound.
My brain is firing at rapid speed and all I can think to do is smile.
I wish that i could commit my mind to make commitments and leave behind
All these grasping, grabbing parasites.
All these things that keep me from seeing me in the same light you perceive me.
Sometimes its so dark, give me a lone spark
♥ Unshoulder all those things that weigh me down. Boulders make brittle bones crumble to ground.
I laugh to feel reassured that I am above most everything.
But in the midst of shining light I feel unworthy.
And you, you help me to defy most of my flawed logic
In the end, I hope your diligence makes a difference
Cause now all my ligfhts burned out
I rely on shooting stars to ease my doubts.
♥
Well I Don't know what my "intentions" are
I don't know why i cry
I say "I don't know" too fucking much. Maybe theres a reason why.
Becuase under warmth of lustrous light pretending shooting stars are destined sight.
I can mkae reasons for my unreasonable sureness
I can make predesigned phrases sound so ernest. (calm my mind down)
"I burned the crops"
I'm holding my breath at night to try and make some sense of this mess.
My mind has got holes from knives and problems I am trying to address.
Feelings are emboldened lies coating my eyes glazed with distress.
Your heart it feels old and wise, something with which I am trying to connect.
♥ So don't let me overstep thee
our pacing keeps me alive
inject me with things to correct me.
I'll always awaken loud and in stride.
I'm holding my breath at night in hopes that I can slow down life
To provide me with ample time to sweep away the soot i don't like.
Seriousness is seldom found and life can become a big joke.
One day you won't laugh or smile. Feelings I once easily evoked.
♥
No, I'm not getting a feel on these feelings.
Wasting my throat lke the cold, cold night I wail
Lend me a sail, I can find a way to make movements
Away from cruel land.
I'm leaving these things by the door.
They have no use for me anymore.
They'll grind up with the worms and the waste and the gravel
I'll run past with the wind in my hair
And a new outlook.
"Bryant Gregstg (gets nervous)"
My eyes seem dazed
Been weak for days,
this feeling encompasses everything I've felt in the past year.
Despite my wearing thin
I strike the wick to this piliot light
flickering in my depths within
Focus just magnifies everything I've been thinking.
I'm more or less uninterested with all my interests
So I'll spectate, and then chime in.
(witty comment then fall back into place).
Pacing
complies these days of walking
all of this talking
but nothing to show for where I've been
♥ Etching on black walls
I'm sharing long phone calls
I'm begging my honesty to come back.
"The Island"
When this horrid sea started boring me
thats when I knew these days would get longer.
When my own inventions became common place
I realized i had become a bit ordinary.
When out of breaking clouds, came a brighter sky
I realized i should probably look up more often
When my insticts order me, I always give in.
Cause no matter how much I dress myself up, I'm still an animal.
♥ And I inch myself towards let go
I inch myself like a wrecking ball into shaddows.
When missing you became normal state
Thats when I knew these days would get much longer.
When you come to stay and then you go away
I usually only remember the goodbye.
But I've got years to waste and I'm plenty wasteful.
I've got a bomb for every structure that I've crafted.
And I'm thankful, I'm plenty cynical
With a giant question mark placed after my every statement.
So on this island
I hold close to me
a few things that I wont let go.
Clutching them so they won't wash away.
The End.