As of late I've been falling i by Jawh, literature
Literature
As of late I've been falling i
As of late I've been falling in love with forest fires and wild running rivers,
And it's left me charred like a flood over a burning barn
before fire safety was a priority at office meetings.
Driftwood as big as houses clog up my heart in a landslide of apparent indifference,
like I cared about the first farm in a tornado but quickly after a monsoon tragedy became a rain shower statistic.
I think I'm sadistic, but if I am what does that make the women with hurricane hips and the men with jaw lines like Mount Rushmore who put me here.
I wanna answer the big questions in life, like how did I become as cold as the snow cap on Everest,
And how
My heart can't be stolen.
I keep it in a vault in Switzerland,
2 kilometers beneath the snowy ice caps
Under the feet of bankers and the blondes.
I keep it encased in cobalt,
silver-gray metal masking the blue beneath.
No super spy, no jewel thief,
not even the cast of Oceans 11
can get to my heart,
sealed in cobalt, locked up in that vault.
I keep it there, my blue beating heart,
I keep it from a lifetime of hard knocks,
away from the tragedy, the good times and the bad.
I don't want to break the vault,
To smash the cobalt, to set free what is chained,
To give my chest that blue beating heart.
'Cause without the vault, without the cobalt
I wanna be a boat afloat on your heart,
drifting on the seas of your never ending eyes,
rowing across those broad beach smiles.
I’m sailing on a blue ocean of you
and if you sink me I guess I’ll swim,
Back to my row boat afloat on your heart, again.
You remind me of graffiti,
no one see's the love
unless they look at every stroke
of spray paint on the wall.
Every etching in a bathroom stall,
every stroke of paint on an embankment wall,
even broken chalk scrawl on the pavement,
reminds me of you.
You remind me of graffiti,
and I see the love.
Cupid's arrows aren't warm or loving,
when he draws from his quiver I quiver,
I shake, rattle and shiver,
because of Cupid's icy arrows.
I feel like my wooden heart's
been shot up so much
it looks like a junkie's arm.
You see, Cupid doesn't work for me,
what that cherub doesn't realise is that
my heart only burns when broken.
She's like Soviet Russia,
drinking cheap imitation Vodka
and reading Karl Marx
for the first time since 1917.
And just after Khrushchev's loaded up some nukes
marked 'Bound for Cuba',
well that's when it hits me.
It hits me like a bullet in a parade,
like the Bay of Pigs,
like an invasion of Vietnam,
like the nuclear winter that never came,
I love you, Soviet Russia.
On a whiskey fueled rampage
Through the darkness of the twilight,
An anarchist without the movement,
Slashes signs with spray paint
And power lines with his hate.
A city gone dark
At the hands of one man
Spreading Christmas cheer anarchy
Like a ski mask Santa Claus
In the middle of May.
He's running now,
Kissing the night in flight,
As candles light up
And red ringed glares
Scream out from suburban skies.
Atop a hill he stands,
Overlooking the blackness.
The torches shine like spotlights,
Looking for someone who's already vanished
Into the dark.
They say love is not for the meek,
It's for those who seek and those who find.
There's no room for the passive
And for those who dive head first
Into love's vast ocean, I salute you.
But there's one thing everyone forgets,
The ocean is six miles deep
And I don't think your breath will keep
In a six mile free style.
Those that reach the end
Out of breath and haggard,
Often find no happiness,
It all, love has devoured.
Forest fires burn for years in your eyes,
And every time they meet mine
I feel like someone's gonna shout 'Timber!'
Because I'm falling for you all over again.
I feel like those flames won't ever dim,
Even when we're dead and gone, they'll live on.
Even when I'm looking at your tornado hips,
Or your avalanche smile,
I'll be thinking of those forest fires,
'Cause they burn the brightest in my heart.
Waking up next to you,
Is like waking up next to a thunderstorm,
And I can’t keep warm,
‘Cause you've stolen all the blankets,
And you’re raining on my parade.
But when the sun comes out,
And your lightening eyes open
I’m stricken with a sense
Of polite disbelief.
When those thunderous eyes open
They’re a new addiction,
Every time I feel the same rush,
Like I've just been struck by lightening.
As of late I've been falling i by Jawh, literature
Literature
As of late I've been falling i
As of late I've been falling in love with forest fires and wild running rivers,
And it's left me charred like a flood over a burning barn
before fire safety was a priority at office meetings.
Driftwood as big as houses clog up my heart in a landslide of apparent indifference,
like I cared about the first farm in a tornado but quickly after a monsoon tragedy became a rain shower statistic.
I think I'm sadistic, but if I am what does that make the women with hurricane hips and the men with jaw lines like Mount Rushmore who put me here.
I wanna answer the big questions in life, like how did I become as cold as the snow cap on Everest,
And how
My heart can't be stolen.
I keep it in a vault in Switzerland,
2 kilometers beneath the snowy ice caps
Under the feet of bankers and the blondes.
I keep it encased in cobalt,
silver-gray metal masking the blue beneath.
No super spy, no jewel thief,
not even the cast of Oceans 11
can get to my heart,
sealed in cobalt, locked up in that vault.
I keep it there, my blue beating heart,
I keep it from a lifetime of hard knocks,
away from the tragedy, the good times and the bad.
I don't want to break the vault,
To smash the cobalt, to set free what is chained,
To give my chest that blue beating heart.
'Cause without the vault, without the cobalt
I wanna be a boat afloat on your heart,
drifting on the seas of your never ending eyes,
rowing across those broad beach smiles.
I’m sailing on a blue ocean of you
and if you sink me I guess I’ll swim,
Back to my row boat afloat on your heart, again.
You remind me of graffiti,
no one see's the love
unless they look at every stroke
of spray paint on the wall.
Every etching in a bathroom stall,
every stroke of paint on an embankment wall,
even broken chalk scrawl on the pavement,
reminds me of you.
You remind me of graffiti,
and I see the love.
Cupid's arrows aren't warm or loving,
when he draws from his quiver I quiver,
I shake, rattle and shiver,
because of Cupid's icy arrows.
I feel like my wooden heart's
been shot up so much
it looks like a junkie's arm.
You see, Cupid doesn't work for me,
what that cherub doesn't realise is that
my heart only burns when broken.
She's like Soviet Russia,
drinking cheap imitation Vodka
and reading Karl Marx
for the first time since 1917.
And just after Khrushchev's loaded up some nukes
marked 'Bound for Cuba',
well that's when it hits me.
It hits me like a bullet in a parade,
like the Bay of Pigs,
like an invasion of Vietnam,
like the nuclear winter that never came,
I love you, Soviet Russia.
They say love is not for the meek,
It's for those who seek and those who find.
There's no room for the passive
And for those who dive head first
Into love's vast ocean, I salute you.
But there's one thing everyone forgets,
The ocean is six miles deep
And I don't think your breath will keep
In a six mile free style.
Those that reach the end
Out of breath and haggard,
Often find no happiness,
It all, love has devoured.
Forest fires burn for years in your eyes,
And every time they meet mine
I feel like someone's gonna shout 'Timber!'
Because I'm falling for you all over again.
I feel like those flames won't ever dim,
Even when we're dead and gone, they'll live on.
Even when I'm looking at your tornado hips,
Or your avalanche smile,
I'll be thinking of those forest fires,
'Cause they burn the brightest in my heart.
Waking up next to you,
Is like waking up next to a thunderstorm,
And I can’t keep warm,
‘Cause you've stolen all the blankets,
And you’re raining on my parade.
But when the sun comes out,
And your lightening eyes open
I’m stricken with a sense
Of polite disbelief.
When those thunderous eyes open
They’re a new addiction,
Every time I feel the same rush,
Like I've just been struck by lightening.
If I was a broken piano key,
I wouldn't want the world to fix me.
I think I might be tarnished ivory,
But I don't really mind at all.
I wanna be a broken string,
I want to sing a different tune,
I don't want a perfect melody,
I don't ever want to play
In a philharmonic orchestra.
Just strap me onto a broken guitar,
Or leave me in my banged up piano,
Because they have a quality that's rare,
They have been loved,
Through the sea of time,
And that love has broken them.
I can no longer tolerate my pain.
The loath, the spite, the drawl, the distaste.
For good or for bad, for sickness or health,
The pain shall be the bane, the weight,
And the immovable obstacle in my heart.
The pain isn't leaving, the soul unfeeling.
I continue to dwindle in the shadows of the excelled.
Falling farther into darkness, my sight becomes unclear.
Yet an angel beseeches me from my awaiting doom.
The beauty from above, finally someone who could love a soul such as mine own.
The light of heaven had a warm, welcoming feel.
My heart and soul become one with the joy.
Perhaps someday the cause of my suffering may reach reconcili
Oh printer,
I wish that
You would
Stop
Enchanting
My cat.
He stares at
Your orifices
With such
Intensity,
(Quite rude,
Isn't it?)
He looks at
You as though
You will begin
To speak to him
(Though I doubt
You share a common
Language.)
He comes running
As you begin to
Churn, pulling
Paper in and spitting
It out as you
Ink words and images
(As though what he
Needs is being printed,
And he needs to grab it
Before anyone sees.)
Oh printer,
Please
Cease and Desist,
Your charms,
Your siren calls,
Your promises
Of being an oracle.
Cease and Desist
Your actions,
Whatever they
Are,
And
Release my cat.
We wile and talk away time.
Trying to fool everyone all through out our life.
Endless trickery and double dealing.
It's hard not to get the sickening feeling,
That this is all just a masquerade.
A huge act, a big charade.
We dance and sing like it's a parade.
Just a big menagerie.
Can't ever let them see.
Afraid just to be me.
Try to hide all our flaws.
Terrified of what you'd think if you saw.
Just a fake smiling harlequin.
Hiding what's real just beneath my skin.
Can't let you glimpse what lies within.
Oh, this is just a masquerade.
A huge act, a big charade.
Dancing bears in a parade.
All a bunch of fakes.
Doing whatever
And in my hands, I hold thee
My moonflower, petals translucent
Bringing me dreams dearly
When I recall her lovely smile
If it was not for the ring, that
One offered her first, did he
Give her a peculiar flower, claiming
She was not aware of her beauty
One morning she awoke, from
Those dreams complete in all glory
And found her curtains rustling
On her bare feet, went on her balcony
Did she forget the love we had?
Even now she enjoys the fruits so sweetly,
Did I not sow and show her primroses?
Now she loves not, but cries for eternity
To us, our love became silence incarnate
She weeps, as do I, because of her pity
She goes ba
Sitting in a dormant state,
Thinking how to change fate,
Letting go is not to easy,
Keeping the feeling is murderous.
Although the sparkling beauty,
What's inside destroys,
The corrupting force,
She will not leave my mind.
A beacon of hope shows through,
The darkness she creates,
The pain is to much,
The joy is within my touch.
The people I love,
The ones I cherish,
Their company soothes,
None taunts are barbaric.
They are my friends,
The ones I need,
She is now a lost memory,
Distant thoughts of a violent dream.
We all have our faults,
She was mine,
We all love each other,
Most of the time.
These are the people called
Time begins to slow,
As she glides across,
Gently touching the floor,
Carefully opening a door.
Time stops the instant I stand,
"He is not good for you" I demand,
The knob continues to turn,
The darkness beyond seeps in.
Mine eyes look into hers,
Begging, pleading, needing her to stay,
But her choice was made,
He was the one she chose.
The door closes behind her,
Losing all the hope,
She looks back as he takes her,
Showing, she will never be mine
Warm arms, and a
Secure embrace.
For so long I've
Yearned
For something like this,
and for so long I've been
Denied.
Sweet breath, and your
Heartbeat against my back.
Part of me still refuses to
Believe
That something like this
Could be
Real.
Everything feels right,
and I know that this is happening.
I don't know how, but
Somehow
You are here with me, and
Real.
But my alarm clock begs to differ.
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