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You’re trying to be Alternative
But you didn’t know Alternative was a thing Concepts from days long past So what, you’re awkward & like to sing
Angst from deep before you were born
Grungy flannels stolen from brothers backs Unironically strutting to messy riffs The beauty’s in what the structure lacks
Friends & family are pleading with you
Please return to the organized norm But you can’t rebel from your soul & you’ll never forgive yourself if you conform
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There are those secrets we whisper
& then there are the ones we keep
Compressed down, deep inside
The one that makes us cry as we sleep
We are all messed up creatures
Some days I might smile & think I’m well
But only I know the Hell simmering within
I’ll continue to rise, but some things I’ll never tell
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Those matchbox fantasies
Gunmetal grey panties with soft pink polka dots She placed a stiletto on her wooden leg Character assassination plots go all for naught Unassuming by way of distraction She’s hiding a switchblade under that dress She’s dangerous down to her core A beautiful woman – you don’t want to mess Beware of their corrosive accolades There’s no exoneration in the line of fire She’s insolent about your theoretical love In the end, she’s killed you with her underwire Like this: Like Loading...
Weight of the world
Falling on my shoulders Rising early to attack the day Another coffee – going to need to grow bolder
The stress that defines life
The mess that we’ve made Perception fades to black Succumbed to the frustrations we’ve displayed
Sympathetic to Atlas’ condemnation
Understanding his modern fate Premonition this load might explode Knowing somehow I’ll eventually drop this weight Like this: Like Loading...
We’re allowing the modern world to dwindle
We’ve neglected love & now slowly it dies
Crashing back to from where it came
We’ve messed up this most recent of our tries
A fragmented society in this world of hate
Our streets filled with torch bearing vigilantes
But I’m choosing compassion & joy
I’d rather chase you around in your scanties
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But our dreams drip
Memories frothing to the surface Unknown to the exterior Remnants of our innocence Miss
Complications of misinterpretations
Dwelling in this unfailing mess Stepping gently away at this time of night Always remember you in that short gingham dress Like this: Like Loading...
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She takes off her horn-rimmed glasses
She rubs her eyes, “what a mess” I take her in my arms, whispering, “It’s time to remove this dress”
I send her towards a waiting bath
Time to reconstitute our dreams I love that woman something fierce I smirk, planning the night’s schemes Like this: Like Loading...
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My eye keeps twitching
My soul being crushed by this stress No one wants to hear my bitching Pondering how to get out of this mess I’ve got to look out for #1 Everyone else is doing the same Need to survive until the setting sun I’ve always heard I’m in a losing game Like this: Like Loading...
Tasting the salt in the air
Falling in the night sky
Reaching the saturation point
Nothing special, just a normal guy
Won’t get water logged
For we’re free from that mess
Soaking up purification
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She’s watching me
Trying to act shy & coy
She wants me to think
I’ll be her very first boy
She’s loving me
Sold on a negative trip
Acting so confident
Notice her exposed slip
She’s needing me
What a beautiful mess
Pick up her dreams
& her fallen dress Like this: Like Loading...
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I’m so happy, I’ll dance you a jig
With my eyes open, these dreams so big
Still living this life with childhood eyes
Truth always revealed as the tears dried
Sailing ships, battered by wind & storm
Ignoring reason, logic & the accepted norm
Life gets hectic, it’s often a terrible mess
Never grow up, push past into happiness
Fairy influence & the magic it might behold
Let us go now & create a story that’s yet untold
Where love & insanity will always meet
The freedom within our wild heartbeats
Close your eyes, finding something lost
Your favorite memory forever embossed
Tossed into slumbering pages of a book
Captive audiences held by Captain Hook
The golden cutlass, the prize of his plunder
Sharp, but wit marks our Boy Wonder
The best things in life are never planned
Without remorse, we return to Neverland Like this: Like Loading...
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Catching her skirt in the wind
Weathering this day nonetheless Hair whipping across her face Flustered; such a beautiful mess
A chilly day among the Highlands
Her tartan blowing in the breeze The magic of something almost seen My mind caught up in nature’s tease Like this: Like Loading...
You’ve never met someone like me
I’m a mess of contradictions
The humblest pirate you ever saw
Somewhere between my prose & fiction Like this: Like Loading...
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Life isn’t as perfect as we make it seem
It gets a little messy outside our dreams But newly rise in the early morning hours Sex sweat/coffee fueled; ready for a shower Time to live – life isn’t somethin’ you can stream Like this: Like Loading...
I love you, woman
To the deepest reaches of my soul
I found a unicorn
When you messed with this bull Like this: Like Loading...