The Space Between

Mar 04, 2010 18:06

My poetic blood flow has stopped,
but here's a blast from the past:

I AM SOMEONE
Why is this world so cruel?
It's turned out for the worst.
Every time he says "i love you",
it just hurts more and more.
I love to see those words
printed carefully on his letters;
Until i realize it was just
another lie, all he's doing
is playing with me.
Tearing me apart one piece
at a time, trying so hard to make
tears shed? I think so.
Soon I'll be nothing.
All this shit is too hard to grasp.
So I'll open my hands
& give it all away.

UNNOTICED
There's so many things i feel for you.
There's so many things i want to tell you.
There's so many memories that i think of.
There's so many moments that i can't beat down.
There's so many flawless times that i can't remember.
There's so many things i can't spit out.
Cause I'm scared you'll notice me.

Fake Medication
You're the scene of the party till i come in.
I'll kick you out and make your shoes fly,
you got nothing on my name brand clothes,
my flawless skin, my silky smooth, frizz free hair,
my fake pearl bling,
nothing
you got nothing,
so name one thing money can't buy...

She answers with disgust:
"Love. Money is worthless against love."
Prada's Fly Tonight.

UNTITLED
One second it's cutting through the sky
Leaving a long white trail,
and within a split second you see the
slightest bit of red,
the object picks up speed,
the red is growing,
smoke is thickening,
it starts heading downward,
within less than ten seconds:
CRASH
Flames and smoke rise,
along with the death toll.

At the end of a real party, something is discovered broken, whether it's a lamp, or a heart.



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