mymisfortune

It hurts, it's true, either way   it hurts. Controlled by it or controlled by you It hurts, either way, Either way, it's true. Are you any better than what creates you OH MY GOD feel the pressure it's us versus them and therefore, no more No more thinking I'm through and this battles over. Let's bring on the next Oh, to "grow up"... is a challenge against my vivid living So. What? I'm offensive So. What? Make a manhole if your realities suspended Act on your true nature that is, if you can You look to the sky then look to within or stay neutral, see regardless,(let others shake them). Then there's this scal

Thank you today when left is right and colours amount upon my floor I leave my tomorrow to partake in yours Thank you yesterday My mistakes are carniverous and amount to verbal paradise reeping glories Alone Thank you yesterday Again. And time is rising, breathing amongst my message of surmounting love Like a canon so driven by strength and a will to manage a disposable mean of such weight that only the wick can realize its length of travel. So stand upright facial exposure shifting shadows impartial to motives I lean to disclose my heartbeats coordinates, A cordial arrangement; my syntax a cellestial c

  Bloody Bells They hang themselves  From towers made of Silicone  Unravels sweetly Oh so silently  Her mother she Will never know  The blood it washes The pure snow  Every soul Look out below  Veins; they pop In fields of wheat  The chimes demand Their own defeat  Forgetful children Buy the meat  Their offense Shant be discreet  Bloody bells They hang themselves  And ring seclusion Every week          

"Need is not quite belief" -Anne Sexton I urge myself to place my hands together Creamy sandwhich Faithful servant my occupation His grace quite upon me    You would not laugh    You would not approve Not unless my faith was true So this Samaritan The golden skinned man inside I help evolve him each day Stilll i refuse to carry that cross Small silver glimmer of hope A tiny soldier against all odds Lines created by man I'm not prepared for this world But i am prepared to accept Every evil and sin on my own With no faith to hold me back Just simply my own morals

           a purgatory of my beliefs kneeling             so sad to see the surge unswept             of you my love who would not do             grace in keeping those promises kept             now it's i who does the kneeling             before you, and on this rugged ground             i'll shed a tear but not one more             for you a man who keeps me round             i'll live this life that i've been given             with or without wonderings wept             i'll rise above or sink below             to slink from a sleep unslept.        i'm greater now that i'm afraid.        oh darling, look at me  

I was once a full being, the way one would assume its self to be considering. Yet, when one cannot find a source, or sense of concern it then begins to wander off of its path of living. Why then after eighteen years have I become undeveloped. Regression is depression when its alteration becomes redundant and obsession.           That's what he said, and he has long since passed. An unhappy man without a legend to grasp. So here I call him, from sparks and path, free that voice from a box underneath; Sleeping a sleep of cavern and weep                          me no more when you see i've gone weak. Ive walked away from a house that had ne