As yet Untitled
Okay it's a bit long and possibly needs to be cleaned up shorten or something, but as always with this kinda stuff I am not sure what to make of it, any suggestions and comments are welcome but not expected. :) Happy Holidays peeps!!
When the cold wind blows I remember that warmth is a luxury,
I’ve been building my resistance,
layering on my worldly possessions to shield me from the elements,
leaving behind untidy desires, hopes, passions, sprawled across the floor like yesterdays dirty laundry,
I’ve gotta clean them up sometime, fold them just right,
fit them into a neat little package I can take with me to the real world.
But today all I do is sit staring at them until they turn into abstract shades of color,
cool, shapeless,
wish that they would burn at the touch.
Thinking to far ahead makes me cry out with frustration,
although the stillness within which this happens astounds me,
like a wound laying dormant ‘til something grazes by,
you cry out in pain noticing it for the first time,
just underneath your skin,
just underneath your skin.
I see it there, I do, I see it there,
the thirstier you get the more real mirages become,
it seems closer everyday, more real,
is it?
I am squinting to see,
squeezing out every last of once of rationality,
it cries, RUN THE OTHER DIRECTION, RUN,
to live for something unattainable is a painful state of affairs,
but I am not letting go,
try as I might,
I think I might have, I think I could have.
To fly to clouds takes letting go of the ground,
letting go of your pride, and who does that anymore?, not me not me.
When clouds descend into your world nothing is as clear as it used to be,
your past, your future foggy,
wrapped together.
Is it so wrong to want it to be real?
To pretend that you know it will work,
how far are you willing to go, how far,
to live for something that would burn at the touch,
burn through the layers of your worldly possessions leaving behind untidy desires, hopes, passions, dreams, things I used to leave on the ground like yesterdays dirty laundry.
They jump out at me now,
slowly the world is filling in the abstract and cool as it may seem,
when the cold wind blows I remember that warmth is a luxury,and wonder what will keep me warm if the cold winds blow out these untidy dreams?
When the cold wind blows I remember that warmth is a luxury,
I’ve been building my resistance,
layering on my worldly possessions to shield me from the elements,
leaving behind untidy desires, hopes, passions, sprawled across the floor like yesterdays dirty laundry,
I’ve gotta clean them up sometime, fold them just right,
fit them into a neat little package I can take with me to the real world.
But today all I do is sit staring at them until they turn into abstract shades of color,
cool, shapeless,
wish that they would burn at the touch.
Thinking to far ahead makes me cry out with frustration,
although the stillness within which this happens astounds me,
like a wound laying dormant ‘til something grazes by,
you cry out in pain noticing it for the first time,
just underneath your skin,
just underneath your skin.
I see it there, I do, I see it there,
the thirstier you get the more real mirages become,
it seems closer everyday, more real,
is it?
I am squinting to see,
squeezing out every last of once of rationality,
it cries, RUN THE OTHER DIRECTION, RUN,
to live for something unattainable is a painful state of affairs,
but I am not letting go,
try as I might,
I think I might have, I think I could have.
To fly to clouds takes letting go of the ground,
letting go of your pride, and who does that anymore?, not me not me.
When clouds descend into your world nothing is as clear as it used to be,
your past, your future foggy,
wrapped together.
Is it so wrong to want it to be real?
To pretend that you know it will work,
how far are you willing to go, how far,
to live for something that would burn at the touch,
burn through the layers of your worldly possessions leaving behind untidy desires, hopes, passions, dreams, things I used to leave on the ground like yesterdays dirty laundry.
They jump out at me now,
slowly the world is filling in the abstract and cool as it may seem,
when the cold wind blows I remember that warmth is a luxury,and wonder what will keep me warm if the cold winds blow out these untidy dreams?
posted by girlyLarki at 1:37 PM
16 Comments:
cool :)
-m
Thanks M :)
You're welcome. And In case you are wondering... why do YOU always write YOUR OWN lyrics haan haan?
And that last one was a poem not a lyric
yo hoe you can't fool me stop pretneding to be other people for example m and duh I know it was more a poem then lyrics duh did I say they were song lyrics.....um no :p haha
yo hoe when do you get back?
OK BUT WHY DO YOU SAY THANKS M AND NO THANKS TO ME HUH!?
wierd!
- the REAL m ;)
Ok listen up... FIRST of all The Real M, whoever you are, it is not I who is wierd. It is you. You see, it just depends on the perception of things. How I percieve them and how you percieve them differently. Now I observe that you are in good company of this girlylarki, which leads me to conclude, without much difficulty, that your point of view is... what's the word I'm looking for.. aah yes... 'Bogus'. Even though it is of individual significance with respect to individuality but in this case that fact is over-ruled because of the company that you keep. So keep your friends close but your enemies closer, I see you do that well, but DAMMIT LEARN TO RECOGNIZE THEM TOO!.
As for you girlylarki, you have a serious deficiency of Vitamin G. And what is this Panziness.. girly'G'. What are you tyring to tell me huh>!??!
Anyways. I want yogurt.
Moo!
i think it sounds great dude. your selection of words is great and your song writing style seems to have matured. cant wait to hear it put to music! and btw some of your commentators are a tad strange *cough cough*.
COUGH COUGH MY THROAT YOU HO!
you better be talking about yourself!!
i've silenced M. now I will silence you.
no i was talking about you, copycat ho!! mwahaha. also it's little m, not the big M :P silence this, "ho" (of the "ultimate" variety)!
ok listen "the" ho . I don't have time to procrastinate like you. So go lick your toe-nails. m sucks and you suck. Capital m is ok. But seriously you need to get a life and just accept me as your god. mwahaha or master. whichever. I have kinky ideas and I don't dance well and I've seen the rainbow. Anyways have fun smoking gloves and don't you dare TRY to dis me again, it's just a waste of my time to explain it back to you that you just suck at it. SO PUHLEEZ. like PUH LEEZ. VAT EWER!
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Okay listen up ultimate hoe,
I don't know how you got my password but I changed it :P dumbass, leaving a pretend comment from me on my on blog is lame!!!!!!!!!!!! you have tooo much time on your hands and were proabably effected by your vitamin G when you thought that would be cool to do, don't know how you did it but remember I know where you live!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ahahaha I know where I live too:)
double pun!!!
and yea.. one lyrics post out of four is ok:P
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