so i love writing poems.
okay guys.
i know im gay because i love to write.
but im gonna continue to do it wether i suck at it or not.
voices in phone poles - by me
no ones in the mood for talking
and your voice just hung up the phone
im thinking that your thinking
that you want us to be alone
because the signs that you're reading
are contemplating touching souls
but the words that we are saying are as hollow as the holes
of the construction working crew thats out across the street
searching for something other then the single heart that beats
so you hang up your telephone and you pick up your mirror
i thought that your reflection would be the one thats getting clearer
but the emptyness inside your noise is comming out in loopholes
and the lives that we are leading are as truthfull as the phone poles
so take a look, hang up the words and unconnect all your memories
because the lies that show arent honestly lies there just parts of you and me
your words are hollow and so are mine
so pick some off the they're free and
start to answer your voice machine because right now its you and me.
another one.
used secret - by me again.
i lock in our indifferences
i burry all the keys
i give them to the secret keepers that are hidden in the trees
i turn the pages over
i burn out all the weed
i stick to your horizon like a animal that feeds
im tiny as a locket
but im stonger than a crow
your handing me the innocence i never wanted to let go
i gave it to you
the winds now gone
the secrets free to see
i thought the trees would keep it safe
but it feel to you from me
so i wear my heart upon my sleeve
now that im done and used
i dont care as long as its a one night stand
ill be willing for soul abuse
so put me in your drawer
or hang me on your shelf
im not your trophy prize but at least im someone else
whos fallin into your trap again
and was captured by your lips
the trees are keeping secrets
that the leaves are letting slip
so do want you want with me
ill never get it back
just throw me over your shoulder
like a flower thats turned black
i cant be new ever again
i mine as well be free
because your the secret keeper man
and im the falling tree.
that was nice.
i know im gay because i love to write.
but im gonna continue to do it wether i suck at it or not.
voices in phone poles - by me
no ones in the mood for talking
and your voice just hung up the phone
im thinking that your thinking
that you want us to be alone
because the signs that you're reading
are contemplating touching souls
but the words that we are saying are as hollow as the holes
of the construction working crew thats out across the street
searching for something other then the single heart that beats
so you hang up your telephone and you pick up your mirror
i thought that your reflection would be the one thats getting clearer
but the emptyness inside your noise is comming out in loopholes
and the lives that we are leading are as truthfull as the phone poles
so take a look, hang up the words and unconnect all your memories
because the lies that show arent honestly lies there just parts of you and me
your words are hollow and so are mine
so pick some off the they're free and
start to answer your voice machine because right now its you and me.
another one.
used secret - by me again.
i lock in our indifferences
i burry all the keys
i give them to the secret keepers that are hidden in the trees
i turn the pages over
i burn out all the weed
i stick to your horizon like a animal that feeds
im tiny as a locket
but im stonger than a crow
your handing me the innocence i never wanted to let go
i gave it to you
the winds now gone
the secrets free to see
i thought the trees would keep it safe
but it feel to you from me
so i wear my heart upon my sleeve
now that im done and used
i dont care as long as its a one night stand
ill be willing for soul abuse
so put me in your drawer
or hang me on your shelf
im not your trophy prize but at least im someone else
whos fallin into your trap again
and was captured by your lips
the trees are keeping secrets
that the leaves are letting slip
so do want you want with me
ill never get it back
just throw me over your shoulder
like a flower thats turned black
i cant be new ever again
i mine as well be free
because your the secret keeper man
and im the falling tree.
that was nice.