Come as You AreI’m sure you’ve seen me drift before; I’m lost somewhere else I can’t hear anything at all I try to find my way back between the roar of inexistence and eddies of uncertainty I’ll step back from the tangle I’ve been nursing And the only thing that I can turn to now is youCome as You Are
You can call it an anomaly, call it what you will But there’s not enough of it to go around so let’s make something of our own Bring me down to earth or carry me past the point of no return You’re afraid that you cannot come back once we’ve crossed the threshold But being afraid to go is worse than being unable to
Grainspark TunnelsWalk tall big man, you are secure. Swallow your ambitions, your doubts...and smile Does that taste good? You are eating your soul... Are you afraid to let go of the blanket, Or just enjoying the feel of wool, Warm around your body, snug over your eyes? The power around your body, The wool robe you wear, dyed green and white. Stand at your pulpit and hurl down the condemnation of the infinite! Scream the proclamations of the eternal One, So long as you believe it, it must be trueGrainspark Tunnels
Cry little man, you are nothing You have ceased to swallow the doubt... Can
Waiting for a Way OutI’ll wait in the shadows again Caught between the doldrums of uncertainty And the instability of shade-vendors I’ll hide behind my locks in the corner The ones that I place on my heart or that fall across my eyes. Trust me, it wasn’t worth trying.Waiting for a Way Out
So we’ll play the waiting game, Where everybody loses Because we’re all scared, all broken And waiting for someone to pick us up and play with us again; The book that no one finished reading Because it ran “Once upon a lie... happily never after”, And the authors could not understand themselves. But we could underst
Silence is EnoughThe curtain’s hanging in the breeze Thrown back, torn across the center The loose ends dangle like the balance And you’re all alone and... Sleeping with forever (the sighing of infinity) All that’s left is your pain, and my pain And the walls that separate us Sleeping in the mausoleumSilence is Enough
The things we never said today Can last forever But when there’s nothing left to say The silence is enough.
I’d never wash my hands of this, But your tears could scour me clean Consolation won’t raise the dead When the crystal scales shatter like your world &n
contradicting myselfi sent you away when i wanted you close i told you i hated you when i loved you the most i protected my heart hid it from the truth all i have to show for it is your broken one as proof no matter what happens you just have to know that i'll always love you even when i don't let it showcontradicting myself
My heroin the bottom of this broken heart I know its been you from the start its this headrush causing me to spin and I'm falling for you once againMy hero
in my future it is you I see holding my hand and comforting me but are we just friends or is there more to be seen in this topsy turvy world theres no true in between
your shoulder to cry on brains running this marathon and your there at the finish
to catch me in your arms
con-fu-sioncon·fu·sion (kn-fyzhn) n. Impaired orientation with respect to time, place, or person;con-fu-sion
a disturbed mental state;
does wandering the halls of your mind not knowing what your looking for and destroying what you find set you in the category of having impaired orientation (which is inevitable in this world of corrupted corporations) or remind you of your disturbed mental state (which isn't exaclty a big surprise when your going downhill at this adrenaline pumping rate)
does waking up at 2 am and waiting for the bus till 8 &
Philosopher in a Barrel
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New Account as of 6th July 2009:
[~Amberoath]
I also applaud your music choices. Thursday and TBS are some of my favorites.
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How'd I get so fly?
Save the enviroment. Plant a Bush back in Texas
"...I'm starting to miss those damned emo glasses and argyle socks of yours..." -- ~ the-disorder, concerning my uber-hip fashion sense.
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"Sometimes we laugh because it hurts less than crying, and sometimes we cry from laughing too much."
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love is like running head first into a brick wall, it doesn't make sense and it hurts.
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/matt
I think deviously, therefore, I am deviant.
[devious technology designer / community whore]
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