Post by xunpredictablel on Oct 8, 2009 21:09:06 GMT -5
|title| Untitled
|rating| pg
|theme| undecided -
|notes| wrote it on the road with my laptop on the gravel , at night , a jogger came up and scared me half to death and killed the mood. tell me what you think , goodbye .
the black surrounds me , and it seems i only have inspiration in my dreams -
the words leaking out of me like my senses are falling away.
your hands suffocate and your eyes just make me realize the pain of which i'm missing .
how can i center my youth when you're all too grown up?
computer against the gravel, lighting perfect - as if it is one of those latenight stories with silly girls against silly boys , certain of where their hearts are.
but where's my heart? it's stupid , i'm so content with this little boy who speaks mountains of promises and love . but things are provocative ,
eyes are searching and hearts are lurking against the breeze of a broken shadow - are you my shadow ? broke - you're shattered against the unforgiving ground in an attempt to do things right. but how can things be right when i'm sulking out of sight ?
i can't see anymore , my eyes are those bright whites that i've craved for far too long.
and what would i do? no longer would i be able to see this light reflecting from the gravel in a perfect bounce to my eyes - dull, sleepy, alive. the night is so alive with passion - those who know not what it is to be stable are those who lurk .
those who prance at night and dance at night and see the stars as their rave lights. my eyes are learning to see that way ,
i'm craving night during day - craving those runaway spurts of intensity and incredible senses of one - oneself in that you can live - for once - in your - life.
and your hair dances from your face as the wind blows slight - sleepy in its daytime squalor. who are you , pretty faces - i whisper against the eerie light. what are you doing here - you're too gorgeous to hide your faces from the light , come out in day ?
but no - daytime is a curse just as the exhaustion of night- creeping, your hands shake at the scare of wonders .
is it not wonder to be a woman in such a sheltered place ? people walk by at night and say nothing -you get scared over nothing .
funny, push me around in a crowd because you know i'm no threat physically. gently toss me in the right direction, i don't know where i'm going.
trust , it's a funny thing because the more i give it , the more they deserve. how crazy , hmm .
your name comes to mind but my tongue forgets to speak.
|rating| pg
|theme| undecided -
|notes| wrote it on the road with my laptop on the gravel , at night , a jogger came up and scared me half to death and killed the mood. tell me what you think , goodbye .
the black surrounds me , and it seems i only have inspiration in my dreams -
the words leaking out of me like my senses are falling away.
your hands suffocate and your eyes just make me realize the pain of which i'm missing .
how can i center my youth when you're all too grown up?
computer against the gravel, lighting perfect - as if it is one of those latenight stories with silly girls against silly boys , certain of where their hearts are.
but where's my heart? it's stupid , i'm so content with this little boy who speaks mountains of promises and love . but things are provocative ,
eyes are searching and hearts are lurking against the breeze of a broken shadow - are you my shadow ? broke - you're shattered against the unforgiving ground in an attempt to do things right. but how can things be right when i'm sulking out of sight ?
i can't see anymore , my eyes are those bright whites that i've craved for far too long.
and what would i do? no longer would i be able to see this light reflecting from the gravel in a perfect bounce to my eyes - dull, sleepy, alive. the night is so alive with passion - those who know not what it is to be stable are those who lurk .
those who prance at night and dance at night and see the stars as their rave lights. my eyes are learning to see that way ,
i'm craving night during day - craving those runaway spurts of intensity and incredible senses of one - oneself in that you can live - for once - in your - life.
and your hair dances from your face as the wind blows slight - sleepy in its daytime squalor. who are you , pretty faces - i whisper against the eerie light. what are you doing here - you're too gorgeous to hide your faces from the light , come out in day ?
but no - daytime is a curse just as the exhaustion of night- creeping, your hands shake at the scare of wonders .
is it not wonder to be a woman in such a sheltered place ? people walk by at night and say nothing -you get scared over nothing .
funny, push me around in a crowd because you know i'm no threat physically. gently toss me in the right direction, i don't know where i'm going.
trust , it's a funny thing because the more i give it , the more they deserve. how crazy , hmm .
your name comes to mind but my tongue forgets to speak.