Time and time again.
I find myself angry, I find myself bored.
I'm incomplete, cracked, sad and alone.
I haven't found what I'm looking for.
And often I do not find enough.
Often do I crave.
Often, I fall.
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Thunder, thunder, lightning brew,
A pinch of weather just for you,
Rain in torrents, The darkness of the moon,
Be comforted, you will not be harmed in your room.
The night, another shadow of the window,
The cold, another blanket to your warmth,
The pitter patter, a lullaby to put you to sleep,
And all you have to do is wait for dawn.
These words of random build are aspirations of art and abstract feelings. They are of cut and paste assembly and they mean anything; according to whimsy, according to wish. From a generation of song poetry, inspired by curiousity, frustration and innate boredom, not cut out for drawing, acting, drawing or music creation but full of pure emotions, like a supercharged thunderstorm but with no way to let loose with finesse, these lines are my creation built with bloc to bloc language, which is only one, the one I know best but ridden with repitition (for my vocabulary is hardly an ocean) and yet infused with foolish expectations: To inform and steer wisdom while growing wisdom of my own. To inspire, to make wonders, to change a way of thinking, to create a way of life. To knock down a brick wall in the mind and show there's more of it outside. In the end it could be merely to feed a hunger to leave an imprint in the world; a token; a mark of existance; maybe be important to someone.
When friends gather,
And say they'll stay through,
Tomorrow's tentative stormy weather,
Would be a sunny day.
We, we live half in the day time,
And we, we live half at night.
....
I think we're superstars,
You say you think we are the best thing.
...
But you,
You just know.
You just do
-VCR's
So don't think I'm pushing you away,
When you're the one that I've kept closest.
-Crystallized
But I've been waiting too long to give up,
The more I see, I understand,
But sometimes, I still need you.
Sometimes I still need you.
...
You made it clear,
You weren't near,
Near enough for me.
...
Heart skipped a beat,
When I caught it you were out of reach,
But I'm sure, I'm sure,
You heard it before.
-Heart Skipped a Beat
I still want to drown whenever you leave,
Please teach me gently how to breathe.
...
And I'll cross oceans like never before,
So you can feel the way I feel it too.
And I'll mirror images back to you,
So you can see the way I feel it too.
-Shelter
I'll take you in pieces, we can take it all apart,
I've suffered shipwrecks, right from the start,
I've been underwater, breathing out and in,
I think I'm losing where you end and I begin.
-Basic Space
Can I confess these things to you,
Well, I don't know,
Embedded in my chest,
And it hurts to hold.
...
And when the day comes,
It will have all been fun.
We'll talk about it soon.
-Night Time
I don't have to exist outside this place.
...
If you want me, let me know,
Where do you wanna go?
...
But if stars shouldn't shine,
By the very first time,
Then dear it's fine, so fine by me.
-Stars
Feeling slightly famished she dragged herself to the kitchen and proceeded to raid the haven of food, the fridge. Her treasure was a cold, untouched hot dog bun from a probable aeon ago. After a detailed inspection she decided it would be edible. So she proceeded to unwrap the artifact and placed it on a clean white platter, ready to be transported into the microwave. After placing the plate on the obligatory center of the machine and firmly closing its door, she pressed a few buttons on its side panels, and it obligingly responds with a set of beeps. The microwave comes to life, turning it into a display of light and motion. A surface lights up and she could see her soft bun slowly rotating in the imitation of heat.
She pointed to the bun and said,
"Grow."
*snicker*
My heart is on a pike,
In the middle of a construction site,
Dripping blood and beating hurts,
A crowd around the pike cavorts.
They leer and sneer and take delight,
In my pain, anguish and my fools attempt to fight,
Their screams echo through the night,
I will not live to see daylight.
How did I get trapped in the mess?
One foolish dream, Courage of those who know less,
If only I had listened, Took heed of those who know,
Too late, Close my eyes, Prepare to go.
Who am I but a random bit among a million,
One forgotten as easily as the next,
I don't take offence, I don't get hurt, I don't get even,
I merely exist, I am there to fill a void,
And whether you know it or not, Whether you care, Whether you take notice,
I'll be here waiting, Even if it appears that I am not,
In the meantime, I'll keep on dreaming,
Till you need me or want me or anything of that sort.
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