forgive me but i think i wrote this half asleep or half wake, which ever this struck a cord with me especially the last paragraph, I'll leave it for you to decide ( Read more... )

I cant really describe this one much but for the people who are clued in yeah you're right lol ( Read more... )

Fall-in-time (Valentine ( Read more... )

This is written for those who lost their lives in pointless wars

Get Out

Show ‘em whats real

Whats right

Give them their last meal

Wave the banner

Sound the cannons

We know what matters

Fare well grays bon jour colours

Teach the right feeling

Show ‘em how its done

You don’t need to numb the meaning

By pillaging and disbelieving

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I found this on my external hard drive so this is OLD!

You are as warm as a Mexican heat wave

I’m sweating and delirious

You’re so mysterious

That way you move

It’s like a hazing, amazing

We head to the place

To let the strings go

The city has a different pace

Watch them blur and mix

Neon romances the street as we kiss

Get familiar ( Read more... )

This is one is about my father and the fear he has over me but also the one person who makes me believe that he doesn't control who I am.

Why can’t I say what I want to scream?

It takes me years to take one step in the right direction

I wake in the evening wondering where the day went and why it sleeps

I watch the windows, feeling less real ( Read more... )

The circuit board kids gather about

Screens, keys and a clicking mouse

Trying to solve the issues of old

Giving the answers to questions too complicated to absolve

Purging the system and rewriting what’s done

Greet the new rising from the slum

I wrote this for a very important person in my life.

Sharing

I left my book open for you to read

It will be like looking through me

Watch the ink play tricks with your mind

Trace my smile across the page

Chase my flare through the chapters

Dance with me in the world I made

And hold my hand at the end

Let me fade to dust

But not alone

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It was just him and his lady each in their finery, standing at opposite ends of a long, snow covered garden. Red roses in a flower bed surrounding a centre pinnacle of frozen cascading water lay between the two strangers. Bare foot, they walk the perimeter not losing sight of each other.

Her emerald dress glides softly through the air, gentle ( Read more... )

I miss you at the end of the day ( Read more... )