I wonder if oblivion hurts?
Tattered frays beckon me to see
Beyond this land of shadows
Past the treeline
In this world of trees
I can't see the forest anymore
Weird Like GrammarThe weirdest things make me happy
Like being alone in public,
And standing in line for coffee
Wanting to get something different,
But chickening out and saying,
I'll have what she's having"
And that day she was having a drink called Ramona
Constantly changing her hair
In a world where people stare
informally at the informality
Of ordering someone else's drink for them
I memorized yours
With ever passing day,
I gave myself away
In take out boxes
And small recipes for tea
You told me stories of the people you knew
I told you stories,
Secretly about you
The strangest things made me happy
Like the smell of pesto, marinara, and dish soap
Because when you came smiling in from work
You smelled remarkably like
A dishpan pizza
We'd lay on the bare couch
Spraying ourselves with soda or pizza sauce
The CageWhen did we stop playing pretend?
Was it the day all our task
Became a cast
Around the broken form of a body
Burdened to it's very core
With what the future held in store?
Did we lose our inner child?
Like that time we last our moms
Int the supermarket
How we scrambled trying to find it,
But it was gone
Talking to an old friend a few rows over
We stopped playing,
And stopped learning how to grow
The lessons we learned in school
Where just enough to teach us
How not to make fools out of ourselves
We lined our childhood achievements on shelves
Like little league trophies
And instead of finding new ways to be proud
We burn out
Making money for a man
Who doesn't know our name,
And would never care to know it
We are numbers on a screen to him,
But we have fire inside
If we only ever cared to show it
It's comfortable in the cage
Choose to live there if you must
But it's still a cage
LullabyI dreamed a dream
And so it seemed
That I would die while dreaming
A peaceful end
New to begin
So is with every new beginning
My ReligionI just have to accept
As I climb the ladder to self reliance
That failing use of my heart
Is just a broken endless theory
Of a broken endless science
The introduction of my fears
Of being alone and shattered
To the suffering of the world,
So I suppose I shouldn't complain
When you disappear
First for a month
Then for a year
I told you how abstract you were,
I meant it as a complement
You were just the perfect amount
Of beautiful and terrible
Your breath was the wind,
And your teeth,
Injected thunder into my veins
For once the pain I felt wasn't internal,
But distance became a desert
You left me praying for a thunderstorm
Clinging to the side of the mountain
Begging for a little rain
So I climb,
maybe a higher elevation
Will please those angry gods
That continue to keep you from fo
Dear, HeartBrace for impact
I'm sure you aren't recovered
From all the turbulence,
And here we go again
Though the asteroid field of human emotions
So if you can be troubled
And don't spill your drink
Because I'm sure you'll be drinking
When all the moonlight spills,
And the fingertips slip
From their holsters,
Down you go
Pierced and bleeding
By the camera flash
While she rides off into the sunset,
But lets not fade to black just yet
No, you've got so much left to hurt for
So play some Johnny Cash
Let the man sway you to sleep
Sleep has always been better
Than reading what she wrote
Than opening that last letter
MirageYour heart is a mirage;
Mine a thirsty traveler,
And you look like every drink
Of every drop
Of every desert spring
But when I get too close
Leaving me gasping
MomentumIt was never her hair
It was never her smile
It was never the burning
She left of desire
It was the way that she painted
My world with her mood
It was all in how she spoke
In the way that she moved
I Deserve BetterYou left me crying one evening
In the Autumn rain
Cursing teardrops on my phone,
And in my heart I already knew
That you weren't coming home
Still I tried my best
Working to fix our love
That should have been an amputee
Because when something dies
You cut it off
You don't leave it to fester and bleed
It still breaks my heart
When I think of you,
And I know we've both moved on
So I hope someday you read this note
I hope you see that you weren't wrong
I prayed so long for a miracle
After you left me for dead
I know it may seem immature
There was nothing to do but beg
And a nameless god delivered
He sent me sex, company, and lust,
And held back love
Until my heart was healed
Until again I learned to trust
Wherever you are I wish you well,
And that's not easy to do
It's hard to not wish vengeance
After all you put me through
I wish you hope
I wish you luck
I wish you love, but not from me
Without the pain
I would have never seen
What it means to truly be free
After MeI bet he's warm and inviting
I bet he has strong arms to wrap you tight
I bet he smells like work and wonder,
And I bet you forgot about me tonight
I'd say you've made a life without me
I'd say moving on wasn't all that tough
I'd say that you don't always cross my mind,
And I really wish that lie was enough
But the words unsaid still sting,
And I hate myself for crying
Tears that you never see
Knowing how much you'll love
The man after me
I bet you're saying that it won't happen
Because you've never felt like this before
I'm sure you think I'm being ridiculous
But you've never seen me broken
You've never seen me bleeding
Screaming on the floor...
The words unsaid still sting,
And I hate myself for crying
Tears you'll never see
Knowing how much you'll love
The man after me
I want this to last forever,
But forever is a long, long time
Love is more than a feeling. It is the sound of her voice as she tells me her thoughts. It is the touch of her arms as they hold me tight. It's the caress of my embrace, that makes her so warm. It's an action. It's a promise. It's putting others before you. It's an open door. It's something you do. It's a kiss on a park bench under a star filled sky. It's the thought of her when she's far away. It's a story being written. It's the tear in your eye. It's the letter stained and smeared with salty water. It's the phone call you don't want to answer, but you know you must. It's the country you long to see. It's pain. It's a longing to forget. It's a longing to remember. It's a friendship never broken. It's pronounced "Sarang."
-By Cliff Corbett
YOU CAME TO MY ARMS TOO SOON
You was beatiful. So beautiful, like the dreams we always wanted to keep.
You didnt speak.
Your hand in my heart.
" Scars are History books. Follow me tonight... and i´ll show you what´s like to be alive..."
Lonliness, can you give another kiss?
I want to drink until tomorrow
i want to dance with my beautiful sorrow
.... and repeat it again.
Because all still different. And im still feeing the same.
I was scared
Can't figure out my life
and there's tears in my eyes,
please don't take me by surprise-
And I'm never gonna be the same again.
So please don't drop me
cause I've already been down
twice this week.
PORTRAIT OF A SOUL(CIDE)I´m not afraid anymore
Because i´ve been here before
Where you killed all what we had done and dreamed
where i was the miserable piece of shit...
I´m not afraid anymore
i´ve been here before
" I´ve never loved you....
as i never felt your pathetic love too"
Your (un)conditional (un)love, the absence of sincerity, the filth on my soul was my moment of clarity.
I´ve missed it all before and i´ll miss it all again,
where the lies that surrounded you still remain.
(but) I´m not afraid anymore
(because)i´ve see it before.
I just wish someday you´ll know
how does it feel to live
wasting your nights wishing to die,
buried yourself with a thousand lies,
carrying that weight for a million t
LostHeartbreak doesn't have to be screaming
in the darkness, in your bedroom.
It can be when the fresh smell of tea
(earl grey, hot)
in the morning
makes you unsure what to do
with your hands.
MantisI’m in love with a mantis, granted the bug is small it understands me.
Crawled to me, cradled me and touched my reactor.
Told me, my blood bleeds red. Not because of the hemoglobin, but because of cranberry juice.
Each pour of it, is of immense use, don’t waste it she said; it’s the seed to someone’s spruce.
Talk to the blade and your harsh skin; it’s time for a truce.
Be like Bruce. Become water, not the cactus.
Remove the rough skin, don’t let the water spill, bartending comes with practice.
Come within, meditate, regulate, lift those bad thoughts, Levitate. Then you will resonate.
At this point yall, I thought Eliza Thornberry and Dr Dolittle ain’t got shit on me.
Sittin back spongebob grinnin, Kermit tea sippin and ultimately. Introspecting.
See, the mantis is the small voice within us that tell us to remember,
That basketball shorts and flip flops should be banned in the winter.
On a cloudy day, behind the shroud, there is a great thing in