They dreamt about water glowing with warm seductive colors
colors damn and dark, perhaps mysterious
they enjoyed mystery for it is unknown
their love was unknown, not understood
feelings very strong pushed out their hearts
when it didn't work they didn't understand
but who was there to ask in a city so dark no one stepped out to sea
they went to sleep to ask their dreams for awaken answers
for love is never a reality in the dark waters.
Justine
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Earth goes away.
What do I do when the earth keeps going further and further awayI lost my touch a long time ago
the sun didn't shine where you lied
your lies didn't shine through me
I hoped my truth would kiss you a believer
disbelieving in me so passionately it wasn't possible on my earth
what do I do when the earth keeps going further and further away
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Changing Branches.
We swam through the shallow debts of our souls, looking for a shore far from home
With new exposures and new sets of frames, for those were the things wrong, the things we blamed
We were ashamed of our individual histories, hoping to create this unfamiliar, improved past
We didn’t realize we had to find the roots to understand the growth through branches
Our climates changed and we were not prepared
Your hurricanes blew up my soul into pieces and my dramatic earthquakes shook you up to real
So I took my mirrors of pasts and set them up for a new reflection
My boots are made out of the best leather and will walk to another weather
Friday, April 1, 2011
Drama queen bitch.
I know I’m silenced but I want to scream
The only party I ever wanted to go..
Existed only in my head
Parties with out typical scenes and typical randomness
Chanter, banter
I’m really ready to go home type of thing
Its every film we watched when we were thirteen
My scarred impressions of reactions from reactions
Seem to differ from most
Who is most.
Everyone but me,
I suppose.
I suppose I’m over reacting
Playing my role in my own typical drama flick
There is absolutely no point to my point
That’s my fucking point
The only party I ever wanted to go..
Existed only in my head
Parties with out typical scenes and typical randomness
Chanter, banter
I’m really ready to go home type of thing
Its every film we watched when we were thirteen
My scarred impressions of reactions from reactions
Seem to differ from most
Who is most.
Everyone but me,
I suppose.
I suppose I’m over reacting
Playing my role in my own typical drama flick
There is absolutely no point to my point
That’s my fucking point
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Mask.
-FedeGrau Photography.
The truth has entered my head,
The fragile girl has left my body,
The blood has gotten thicker in manny-
manny ways
The realization has grown in me, like a soul.
Blind you are,
Deaf you are,
You are hidden with no sign of a map.
A mask-so dark-you are,
And all this is no new chapter in my book.
A Girl by Ezra Pound
The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast-
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.
Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.
The truth has entered my head,
The fragile girl has left my body,
The blood has gotten thicker in manny-
manny ways
The realization has grown in me, like a soul.
Blind you are,
Deaf you are,
You are hidden with no sign of a map.
A mask-so dark-you are,
And all this is no new chapter in my book.
A Girl by Ezra Pound
The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast-
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.
Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Things seemed better from further away
No details, just blurred visions mixed with formed opinions
Once I approached closer I saw the raw definitions of what they actually are
I saw the build-up. I saw the blocks that created them and the cheap cement that ‘s keeping them together
The unknown blur of a photograph that had potential beauty turned into an over exposed image of misplaced children
They blame the seeds that planted them and ignore their choice of growth
They hear the voices and the tones but only pick up the pitch
No one is to blame the boat was bound to sink in the sea of shallow
Ego comes over pride
And now I know, when I look to seek I should really hide.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Mind.
In my mind you’re an open book with pasty pages filled with some good and a whole lot of evil.
In your mind you’re constantly right, you’re constantly winning your constantly constant
In my mind, my mind has failed because for some time some incoherent part of me listened to you not listening
In your mind you’re such a smooth blade and every time you cut me it actually turns to truth
But in my mind I know I’m going to leave you just like your mind left you behind.
In your mind you’re constantly right, you’re constantly winning your constantly constant
In my mind, my mind has failed because for some time some incoherent part of me listened to you not listening
In your mind you’re such a smooth blade and every time you cut me it actually turns to truth
But in my mind I know I’m going to leave you just like your mind left you behind.
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