radiotone Posted February 28, 2005 Share Posted February 28, 2005 she can't speak, my cat's rough on the tongue it watches her spill down the stairs house builds towards the sky so the weather can break it down when she enters in the air somewhere oh, she's definitely done someone snaps out of control through the buried concrete and the thick snow his mouth was open cause he licked her clean somewhere someplace at least to hide and sleep the dosage climbs up so the trip can ease her down when they both enter in the air her shadows lay her down to cry people pull cars and push buildings in my way smoke clears out my eyes and the noise cleans my ears the empty house in the empty street drug addicts and deadly ones high aroma of a scent that craves her it all falls on top of her sun screw shiny down on the sunroof yellow car parked in the grass in the ocean blue barked packaged pills on the lit side of the furry ones skin drags down on the bones when she screams blood flows down on her bones whenever someone goes inside of her i wonder if the thought splits apart when time's out there expiring i can never tell when im down this low it's too low to see anything that goes on i wonder if the thought splits aparts sunny screwy shiny down on the sunroof 2. she doesnt like to read everyone's opinions because they always seem to favor her opinions walking on fire with her bare feet swimming in the ocean of the drug scene the people talk into a box repeatedly like heathens her bloody robot fingers linger around her favorite ones why the hell do people just repeat themselves? why the hell do people repeat themselves? she doesnt know why the hell do people repeat their godamn selves. travel, travel, traveling with the windows down the draft slides off her leather skin straight forward, pointless air she's breathing in.. standing offshore at a clear crystal lake bugs get into her hair, crawling all over her her enemies have her figured out but today she's not going to figure it out.. in the evening, everyone's sleeping winter cars still are passing on by light posts light the blurry white roads inside the house covers covered her in closure in the morning, everyone wakes up punch in the punch clock, working people walk by gray light covers the dead trees in the yard broken treehouse, alone liquor rests it travels up inside her blood turn and spin her head quickly backwards and let the rush hit her in the cold in the afternoon, music's being played she doesnt know what she does all day let her soul cocoon around itself then maybe she'll sleep again crafty box filled with odd voices misheard messages and forgotten old numbers the view from the top is just the same from the bottom but when you're living, you're not breathing sky bubbles burst into orange flavor endless figures on the roadways i couldn't really tell if your brain was working or not sent little letters with the scent of distance deranged holidays and constant picnics i only heard you for the last time snow mountains melt the summer away when you're drinking, you're not scheming broken burnt houses and dark peeling rooms smell of the shore with the churches that sell messages i couldn't really tell if your brain was working or not when you're thinking you got the alcohol outside your system and the stories go out of control fuzz fills up your head and leaks out your fingers it's the middle of the afternoon when you wake up you hit your head on rusty old pipes old men battle as much as you continue to move on with your feet planted on the ground and your hands breaking off your wrists to spell something you thought of a long time ago 3. its time to fork over the last penny from your pocket to pay for this rocket in this house of mine cause im swimming with my white t cells and i can smell their immunity like a car-scented pine tree i wonder where they're going to go its time for me to move on because time doesnt catch up with me today either im in a house, or im in a dread cause im swimming with my white t cells and i can smell their immunity it's like fluid to my brain i wonder where they're headed clouds can only ring once for you and bring along a partner or two cause heavy lifting was not advised for this death of mine swirl pearl necklace rings around the rain like a hammer to a jackhammer im staring somewhere into space because im swimming with my white t cells and i wonder where they're taking me. car crashes and dimmed lights seduces a friendly salesman who knows no one but the devil he tries to sell me cake he tries to rip me off straight but my parents have the back house surrounded and im just counting little pearly white spaces aah im taking my time im taking my time. ---- thanks. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
June4life Posted February 28, 2005 Share Posted February 28, 2005 wow!! Those are really excellent!! I especially love your use of vivid imagery!! Good job! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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