ehh... i get so busy on tangents

i grabbed her by her wrist
my soul was stung by the words she spit
she was always far to pretty
for her words to be so sweet
i knew that she would crumble like a city
as her kindness would deplete
because in the end i am just a dick
and you are just a jane
our life is at the end of its wick
we're at the end of our reign
its not ok that we're dying
but its something that ill accept
but its not like im not trying
but its as if you cant recept
the things that i do
or the heart that is in them
its as if my actions are a throat
and you stuffed it full with flem
because in the end im just a dick
and you are just a jane
and the way you tist and rearrange
my motives is driving me insane
cause the girl that once made me salivate
is someone that i nearly hate
its like these words that im breathing life into
your needing someone to translate
and their floating to the skies
and oyur asking for it to wait
just jump upon the train darlin
it isnt to late
but you just stand and liflessly watch it go by
as i desperatly try to show you the point
that i have been trying to convay
but you just liflessly watch me go by
and i just wave our last good bye

huh...

i am an artist not a metronome
i have feelings, im not a syndrome
i do not write what you want me to
i write what i feel, i do what i do
i dont care if its not what you like
who care if it give you a fright
its honest, unfiltered emotion
its raw sprinkled with pain
you think im crazy maybe
but i know im insaine
that and my insomnia is what keeps me awake
thoughts of the past
weather its real or fake
it is like this thing thing
some times its rhymes matches up
but sometimes it dont
it is without form
without shapes
it just hangs out
like my granmothers 1970's sun faded drapes
it appears ugly and warn out
most, prolly want it thrown out
but as john said let it be
it is there for a reason
most will debate it
few will appriciate it
many will show pitty
only the deformed will think its pretty
and thats how it was ment to be
united without unity
the protesters dont assemble
but when they gather they resemble
a common thought
a common goal
a pursuit of what a man once stole
or locked away
or smeared
kinda like a man with a beard
only the refined likes the aquired taste
because its not pretty
but takes someone to peer through
not to judge
but to take it as what it is
and maybe see
that it is a diamond in the ruff
for those, are the only ones with keeping
because anyone can buy a dimond
but only the discovered has ties
all this is
is once an idea
with random tangents
strung together with words
to attemot to prove apoint
you dont know my life
but through over anlyzing this
you could get to know it a little better

ahhhh (thats the title of it...)

i dont plug in my phone
so when it dyes i have an excuse to get off
im sourounded by irony
im swimming in closure
i finly feel satisfied
i even feel a little older
i feel not fulfiled by others
but fullfilled by the father
and i am more chill
and i am more happy
with a trusty friend
and a trusty waffle
what else does anyone else really need?

new scarry song lol

Beasly feeling

i keep it slow, but so sped up
like a old dog, in the body of a pup
im tearin outta my old skin
gotta burn it, for me to begin
im outta sight outta my mind
love hurts, when it isnt blind
gotta be hot, but keep it cool
i see no point in living if i cant be beautiful
im so pissed off but so at peace
like a done bird, with so many creace
my perfect work is so flawed
like satan, at the hands of god
why am i feelin tihs way
its as if my life has gone on display
at a wacky shack in a padded room
my hystaria is smothering gloom
peace that i cant comprehend
but i still want anger, in the pit of my hand
it slips away like grains of sand
well... isnt that grand
tell you the story like before
i cant... its seems like silly folk lore
its all meaningless and far away now
like that strange boy, in my once home town
why am i feelin tihs way
its as if my life has gone on display
at a wacky shack in a padded room
my hystaria is smothering gloom
come on and drwon a little
dont be afraind to fall alittle
close yoru eyes and just let go
feel secure in outta controle
(might add something like
gotta bolt gotta jeht
gotta life, aka my record of regretts)
so i wrote this a song bout kinda how i have been feeling latly. and how the other night i was hyper. have you ever been truely hyper? it is terrifying. everything feels so sped up. everything is so outta controle. its super scarry. i also combined it with a little bit of how i imagined mr beasly feelings. so i think i will crison this song beasly feeling
(btw there is a crazy guitar part for this, crazy as in... wow.. does that have any pattern at all?

only if william knew he was a lyrical genious(this is only the first verse, i shall be adding more, and i have a guitar part for it and err thang!)

I am deathly allergic

to people who are amish

and that awkward Italian guy

over there who is staring at us

I am prone to nose bleeds

and I have a piece of shrapnel in my eyes

my eyes burn like Satan

it hurts like an alien

(I KNOW! THE KID IS THE NEXT DYLAN!)

song that doesnt rhyme

now isnt it interesting?

how my worst night mere

was once my favorite dream

its like its my minds favorite shirt

that my body hates

and every time i wear it

theres a massive debate

but i now made up my mind

i hate it

but my mind has other plans

and i cant stand it

i realize i dont know myself at all

and it terrifys me to bits

and put my

head to rest

inside this padded room

but... i always have those

bittersweet

night meres

of you

not the proudest peice of work ive reasoned to muster up, its just this. i had a horrible night mere last night. it was that kati came back, and like was trying to attack me, and like.. trying to get me out of her system by making out with me or something, and i was denying her, but then, like she started stalking me, like, i walked in my kitch, and as i walked out of it, she like came out of now where, and like it was just creepy, and just sasd, and horrible... but.. yea... i hated it, but i once woulda loved it... its just weird

spy song...(wow.. sad)

i know its raining
and i know your sky is grey
and dont you know that i cant contain
the sadness i portay
versions of me are in endless supply
i take it as applause when you roll yoru eyes

because i'm an expert at sorry
and i have no choice, but to keep blurry
and i know you wont forget
when i vanished, from that sillouett

i know there is nothing i can say to
make all this pain go away from you
everybody knows that nothing lasts forever
and every body knows, that sometimes line severs
and everybody knows that love can be servere
i told you that from the start, when you met me here


because i'm an expert at sorry
and i have no choice, but to keep blurry
and i know you wont forget
when i vanished, from that sillouett

this is the reason...
cause i knew they've find out
and i even cringe, at the thought of your shout
you've compromised me, and my clear vision
it looks like, have got a new mission

because i'm an expert at sorry
and i have no choice, but to keep blurry
and i know you wont forget
when i vanished, from that sillouett

i take you to that home
in my blood stained sundays best
i feel so alone
as i put you to rest
this is the last place, that i want to be
i looked them in the eyes, and to this to yoru family

because i'm an expert at sorry
and i have no choice, but to keep blurry
and i know you wont forget
when i vanished, from that sillouett