Cyanide

February 4th, 2007 at 12:52:53 AM

My arms can only reach
as far as the main object
I'm looking at.
I can't do anything
with my brainpower.

I can take a test
but that only proves so much.
I want to come up with
some sort of requirement
for well-being.

The right one just hasn't
came to me yet, yeah
yet.

Finding new ways to
lay in my bed on sundays
listening to the pitter patter,
pitter patter of my
heart beat in my brain.
Oh it hurts so much.

Someday I'll memorize half
of the dictionary and write a
song with the most beautiful words
and recite it with eloquence.

One gimmick after another,
i'll keep you perceptive

You always hold the mirror

January 27th, 2007 at 11:24:29 PM

I can't count the yellow lines in the road
cuz my eyes don't move fast enough.
I can't talk to you
cuz your mind doesn't give me the clock.

Im waiting for you to let me in.
Not your pants, your views.

Do your plans always have to be subsequent?
Ooh, let's trade.

I bet we're both conceited.
Matter of fact,
i bet i can make you hate me.

Notice it

January 21st, 2007 at 04:01:21 AM

I always think of
that old guy.
The kind of person
who has only one
care in the world..

You know,
the one who always
has a grin,
although you can tell
he's lost.

The guy who steps out
of the taxi, and before he
walks he looks both ways.

Even though he only has
one destination,
hes not in a hurry.

People sit on benches

in parks

and in cars
in lots
and at tables in
houses,
just pondering the life of that guy.

When he passes by,
he sometimes gives a wave of recognition.