Frosty da snowman
Bluelighter
Standing Cliffside hanging by the winds sweet melody.
Waves cresting whitecaps and drums
Time for a swim, but a brief flight before.
Condensation trails from my finger tips maybe I’ve gotten to high this time. The come down hard fast righteous. A hard splashing trip.
Wet sweat tears and pain
Blue calm, white shafts in darker waters
Breathless in oxygen gasping drowning in life
Frantic kicking. Stuttered breaths, a smile and I climb again.
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We call them by name these lost loves of the past.
Do they remember us, do they think of us.
Did the know we existed, do they know we still care
They haunt our dreams like ghosts in the night
Whispering dreams and false memories to keep themselves fresh in our minds.
Still selfish or is it just me.
I’ll love you always perhaps one day I’ll even tell you
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Truth.com
Ugly naked sextons yelling at me
I can’t understand their ramblings
Lost in my own mad dream I dream of the woman that I lost
Scratch that never had
Correction could have had
Perhaps.
That possible future haunts me
I lie in it’s brilliance soaking it’s warmth
To shield me from the cold of my reality
I am alone and hating it
I seek a person I cannot find
She does not exist and is only made by my false memories
And unfulfilled fantasies
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Self loathing
Ugly mother fuckers on all sides
I hate houses of mirrors
Me all me
All shapes and sizes
What a fucking freak show.
Big balloon heads. Small limbs
Huge body
Caricatures more real then me
Empty identity
Waiting for input from others to be complete
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I suck my thumb
Oral fixation from lack of breast
Simple jazz
Grass through toes
Little happiness from small things
This is my life, is it yours?
Waves cresting whitecaps and drums
Time for a swim, but a brief flight before.
Condensation trails from my finger tips maybe I’ve gotten to high this time. The come down hard fast righteous. A hard splashing trip.
Wet sweat tears and pain
Blue calm, white shafts in darker waters
Breathless in oxygen gasping drowning in life
Frantic kicking. Stuttered breaths, a smile and I climb again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We call them by name these lost loves of the past.
Do they remember us, do they think of us.
Did the know we existed, do they know we still care
They haunt our dreams like ghosts in the night
Whispering dreams and false memories to keep themselves fresh in our minds.
Still selfish or is it just me.
I’ll love you always perhaps one day I’ll even tell you
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Truth.com
Ugly naked sextons yelling at me
I can’t understand their ramblings
Lost in my own mad dream I dream of the woman that I lost
Scratch that never had
Correction could have had
Perhaps.
That possible future haunts me
I lie in it’s brilliance soaking it’s warmth
To shield me from the cold of my reality
I am alone and hating it
I seek a person I cannot find
She does not exist and is only made by my false memories
And unfulfilled fantasies
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Self loathing
Ugly mother fuckers on all sides
I hate houses of mirrors
Me all me
All shapes and sizes
What a fucking freak show.
Big balloon heads. Small limbs
Huge body
Caricatures more real then me
Empty identity
Waiting for input from others to be complete
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I suck my thumb
Oral fixation from lack of breast
Simple jazz
Grass through toes
Little happiness from small things
This is my life, is it yours?
