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we are peeling our feelings from the molds of those patients
whose patience has underminded the overminds in their
own time of greed with thir own kind of need rather than
lathering our hands in the seether that has ethered our
ego with a corrosive seed.
I sit here staring at the hole in my roof that your heart once knew, i Sit here staring at the hole in my heart
that your knife doth drew, I sit here wallowing in hate once drawn, I sit here following what faith I have dawned
In a trust that has dwindled like a flame once loved, it burnt soulfully untill push came to shove
I know what was and I know what will, I will be for-ever tightened in a life that will never be.
I loved who I thought was always there, turns out I was just a fawn in a midnight stare
in a light, for what I thought was always there I wanted, I wanted, I wanted but what I thought was never there
for a love for a thought that would only glare, for a thought for a love that would only stare
not love back, not attract a permanent feeling in key, not retract but enact a love thats unstably intact
Now we sit, now we talk for what we do not know, we suffice for a means we only hope to show
we act nice, we say thrice, that we souly grow our thoughts in a box we will always show
yet we know how we grow, how we grow is away from those thoughts that would be frost, if not for this love once lost
we have shown, and we know yes we know we will grow apart like those brought to us in fairy tales from the start
yes we know, but we throw, our feelings out the door, like a cat, like a bat whom once we would adore
we suffice, give advice yet once we did not know, what an act, what a thought would grow and grow so old
here we feel, here we die in a shell that says it only tried, to a card, to those dice that knew when you would die
we suffice, we stay nice to a world that was always new, we would try, and then would die in a world that always knew.
Wondering, we both are, how one another feels, we both are
we spot and stride dwelling what once was war
yet we still seek and steal, what was once far
here we sit seperately, again wondering where we will end
when one another occupies our mind, frightful thoughts our minds send
Here we cant escape thoughts, but put up walls to prevent a lot
only if we can, because hurt has circumvented shots
our lanes and freeways of our minds know pain spots
yet when we park and abandon our emotions, bread rots
we sit, we watch and see the heat become the path
and again relentlessly our brain concieves math
who wants what, and why would they?
other than a question, questioned upon an ideal and we all stay
its our end, our salvation, and our blue
the water holds us and like a spear tip to life it will skew.
here were held and we musnt squirm
lest, we like the worm are lost in the lake without purpose
An amazing end...To an amazing night. We shared one of "those" moments before, what I thought, was the end of an era. I experienced soo much more tonight, what I could only hope to imagine was my experience with your soul on the first night. I know you require a significant blindness between the three most important gears in the machine that is our lives. I know it's important for the stars to seperate in order for the galaxy to grow. But in the end we all grow together. In the lead metal raining from the sky, I began looking up for the means to the end of the storm. One day after I had reached the head of a giant hill, I found blue skies with a prize after the end of a labrynth valuing far beyond common complexities. I found true love. We heard my heart beat tonight, and we know for whom the heart beats, not the occupant, the host, but the connection, the understanding that we experienced one of "those" moments, again...between us....US!
Steven Brown One of "those" moments
amazing end... We shared one of "those" moments before, what I thought, was the end of an era. I experienced soo much more tonight that what I could only hope to imagine was my experience with your soul on only the first night. I know your required, claimed significant blindness between the three most important gears in the machines that is our lives. I know it's important for the stars to seperate in order for the galaxy to grow. In the lead metal raining from the sky, I began looking to the sky for the means to the end of the storm, One day after I had reached the head of a giant hill, I found blue skies with a prize after the end of a labrynth valuing far beyond common complexities. I find my means inside the understanding that ones subconscious protects its self from further harm and is easier developed in early age. Where as we grow upon our understandings that we used to seek our mental porotection there fore anticipate our world around us to experience the bend of our understanding just a master grows with his profession staying the same and the world following those understandings as he grows from a pupil to an expertly excentuate individual enticed by the excitement of either ehtreal or extrordinary realities edowed to every one of us and using thus finding the means to his or her own ends. We hear my heart beat and know to whom the heart beats, not the occupant the host implies but the connection that accepted that we experienced one of "those" moments, again...between us."
Only time will tell
Only time will tell
If we will heal
Here is to good decisions
here is to getting well
Here is to our revision
only time will tell
Heres to our incision
heres to beating hell
Heres to our decision
only time will tell
Heres to shed our shell
Heres to how to not dwell
Heres to the ringing bell
heres to leaving our cell
heres to leaving hell
heres to getting well
sunlight 22, hat head 36, surfer hair 38, reporter 42, bed head 47, sleepy head 53, goodguy 55
soaked by warm rain
My misteak was but a blunder, as no lightning amongst the thunder
your emotional pain, now obvious like rain on a ripened plain.
Showered with love and life enduring, like the smile on your face, so alluring
The fault line is drawn at my feet and I beg for forgivness, thus defeat
Please set aside the dark clouds and know you are beautiful and to be proud
Your figure like flowers hung high, leaves me breathless, to empty lung, dry
I made a misteak and here i sit, arms open wide and bitten lipped.
Im sorry.
I—
Am--
SO---
STUCK!
In my head
“ I don’t want to believe I’m here, almost sickens me to be a human.
The only capable anchor is the imagery ever brewing in my mind”
To my body,
Matter, defile and subjugate yourself friend
Piss on the social standards that plague weak minds
Wear the tedious resent within, address the masses
Make them vulnerable unto you, they will stir hate
Then I --I will expose them for what they really are
Greed, lust, glutton, (enter 7 deadly sins?, bad habits?)
Sincerely
Your Mind
 shugar bear · Mon Apr 16, 2012 @ 06:32am · 0 Comments |
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Well Journal guess what>? |
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Im gonna be a daddy! I know I know but I cant get preggers Im a guy...lol...Jens paretns arent so happy with me and all but ya know...I dont really give a ********. lol...>>l
shugar bear · Tue Feb 02, 2010 @ 09:53pm · 0 Comments |
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didnt get that amount of money...-.-; only got 2.6k and its not enough for bills...T.T
shugar bear · Fri Oct 09, 2009 @ 07:10am · 0 Comments |
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I am sitting in class without any thing to do and the teacher asked us to wait until six for him to get here so we can begin class and I tried and mostly succeeded at writing most of this without looking YAY steven
shugar bear · Wed Oct 07, 2009 @ 01:44am · 0 Comments |
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yep...again the ship with the chip on a corn cob with KoRn
shugar bear · Thu Sep 24, 2009 @ 08:38am · 0 Comments |
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I think youre crazy...
shugar bear · Thu Sep 17, 2009 @ 07:09pm · 0 Comments |
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*BODy*\
*p***s* ========>
(ToE) U
shugar bear · Mon Sep 14, 2009 @ 02:09am · 0 Comments |
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Tonight were going to my parents for dinner...dad said he made baby back ribs that have been in the crock pot for a while...^^; mmm meat...
shugar bear · Mon Sep 14, 2009 @ 02:08am · 0 Comments |
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Update...Im no longer working at Denhams...summer job is officially ober...bummer I know...u.u; but im gonna be going to school at KCC at the end of september so thats gonna be how I get my moneys to survive...i just need to get a signature on this intro to music and its literature class..u.u;
shugar bear · Sat Sep 12, 2009 @ 08:35pm · 0 Comments |
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