to walk the edge
i call to name
three beats too hard
they say if you go back
there’s no one to go back to
i frolic in this motion
in a sense of chaos
we create in time
which is left motionless
it’s beyond you and i
belonging to fine light
darkness in shadows
cling to memories
like emotion in longing
you break to feign
create mishap in memory
childhood bliss only takes from what you give
you make motion in ever
music which belongs to feet
dancing in tune in a backseat you once knew
the distance, it pleads
does anyone ever know
where you go when you go
mirrors crack and the pieces leave
a type of shard you almost need
when you long to be
please create this motion in memory
to be ten in forty
some would die to be thirty
yet when you fall back to
there’s no one there beyond the longing
a time within desire and bliss
stolen bits
a clock which is stuck in this
we stand forth for
breaking down walls
but letting bricks expose themselves
time once moves
but it stops before you transcend to
make movement in reverie
but let the moment exist outside of
when the days pass
there’s nothing to go back to
you create happiness in the moment
dance with a beat to create each day
worth more than the previous
nothing to go back to
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to lie at edge
to find time between breathing
i frolic from side to side
feel avant-garde at the guard's rails
wondering from street light to homicide
dark on my right
nights in technicolor
to wander from left to right to left
to be in question of desire i said
to be a broken man
we twist in ages
in ways wires can’t mend
i question sanity in our fire
two and a beat
words
you threw at ceilings
fences in tango
between birthright and center-right
two understand the meaning
beautiful things occasionally
never mean anything
our iron never meant
hands could never bend
through fences with holes too tight to dance
your eyes and mine
three glasses
one at ten and two at two
it was always you
dreams in density
vibrance, temptations
screams in ambient nights
eleven only means what you believe it does
words take meaning when you see
how far i can fade into you
in your dark white shirt
three feet ahead
to ricochet
is to be the warmth
two and a beat
i told you
there was meaning
wet lips of your neck
beautiful things never said
from time to time
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We weigh in moments, temporary possibilities. I waiver in desire to feel sensation of a fleeting question. We form meaning in moments, brief starvation of our minds. You either understand possibilities or you question them.
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your teeth upon mine
mind beneath the twilight
the grip of a light tight
to be yours from moonlight till sunrise
your arms, the warm
it'll always be
my heart, your door
the stairs to yours
i can still feel echoes
bright lights of twilight
idealistic fixations
a broken homicide of his mind
we range to decipher
romance between despair and desire
it was always your name
the scent in the eve
memories of spinning
moments turned broken
dishes in the sink
tuesday morning was the brink
two devils and a street
hope is always a beautiful thing
thoughts from a tiny couch
in longing memory
i always found you there
down by the street
where i met you in the summer of the snake
on a street called venice way
the light was too dull
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have you ever felt a moment for more than it was
dangling in truth before it's gone
wading in a rapid before it pulls too hard
i used to touch lips to feel the depth of others
to taste the skin of the sweat which lead to others
i dangle in thought from a rope i hold
with legs crossed and a neck far too long
the ground pulses from barren tips
somewhat like the feeling of this
temptation builds to bring forth sin
the taste of more
a taste of you
and the navy blue hue of the
mountains in the distance
which remind me of songs in motions
moments in rotation
in the back of my mind
like spinning wheels
previews of memories which burn
like slow moving moments
twined in the back of–
some things are better left unfinished
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the power
it drips
a melancholy twist
i feel so heavenly
in a place
where
i feel sorrow
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Like the ocean, we move. We do not stand still. Every moment is a tide in which we frolic. I stand before time, not to wonder but to wander.
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twisting on edges of my tongue
using words you dream of
to touch my back to feel my neck
it feels almost like a second chance
i'm spinning on streets of my mind
wandering to wonder if this is right
i seem to feel at ease
with arms bending in ways i've never known
to touch wind, to fill with sin
we seem to like it
there's no wrong to right or wrong in my mind
it feels as broken as vases against the wall
waves against my mind
the rapids take like alcohol bakes into what i know
your death is what i know
melancholy breaks in hindsight
nostalgia takes to bend clockwise
we dance in thought of what could be
to long for what should have been
relationships fold
bats only fly in the night
two beings under the moonlight
to cry a thousand cries
i die in revelations
to kill or ache with them
your eyes and mine
two and the twilight
we break in moments
relationships have deadlines
we sing in our time
questioning if this is quite benight
we read between the lines
and decide when time is right
yet we felt like this
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i'm lying on ends of night
twisting turns on beds that once felt nice
kissed the hands of many like wet malachite
and i twirl in and out
taking photos with my mind
i'm lying in a coma and it seems all but right
making lefts to take edges
words and rhythm, wealth seems to be nothing
to tango in the thought of everything
it's so tempting to be on flight
to twirl in power, but feel no emotion
talk in tongues because they can't feel the feeling of this
to understand what this is
and i take no bliss to bed
feels like a coma, so dark in here
and i bare the thought to speak
rather rhyme in pure poetry
to die like this would be my heaven
to take the feeling of flying
to touch the air would be something
the clock ticks and the corners keep pulling
have you ever fallen asleep in pure hostility?
to break in edges
to break beds
to smash plates at walls
the power to feel it all
yet say nothing
i dance in my emotions
a drug to feel something
hidden sentences in paragraphs
the humming is all but haunting
words said came crashing
yet it was far too long, far too fast
a million miles too stretched
the oceans once spoke
and i listened to everything
to have everything yet nothing
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i waver in question
broken transitions
a wild hesitation
we echo in our moments
longing for something worth living
two seconds and a speak
words, how you believe they have meaning
we frolic in our divided rooms
burning fumes on our desires
the damaged conversations
couch of chaos
two and a beat
words thrown at the ceiling
i die to live in moments
to be broken by division
transcend in echoes worth having
we die in time
everyone does
its up to you to find the beat
it’s up to you to find meaning
to find meaning in your living room
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i turn to key
your words against my knees
i bend in motion
to create ocean within thoughts
your eyes behind mine
i frolic between fine lines
white noise of your cries
echoes in thoughts transcend
we’re wavering on bumps
calluses of our skin
your door awakens
i can finally breathe
it feels like
just between you and i
tangos in screams
your neck is what killed me
little white lies
little fine lines
we make movement in time
pauses between chaos and rhyme
we work in thought
two and a head
spinning in question
to be or to break
to think or to ache
it was always orange
the color of
things that never made sense
hell which we questioned
i was tired
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i lie before myself
standing on fine lines and bright lights
how i used to hold myself
we stand at edge right
bouncing from rhyme to rhyme
you were my wine
my late nights, ambien and cries
my ambient light
we bent in thought
i danced without cause
it was all but a was
we take chances in fire
to feel less than holy in our iron
a deadly lighter
man stuck between dividers
hell bent on reflection
we bend to go deeper
twisting bodies to remain that all remains
remnant in cause of
to be one with sanity
vibrations of you
touch of your hand
the alchemy of our horizon
mountains in the distance only remind me
shades of blue
the patchouli, your scent
two necks in a coil
three sheets to the wind
broken wine glasses at roosterfish
we mend in moments
little things said and we reflect
nostalgia sometimes kills
yet i like the pain of remembrance
history of
are our only memories
to be one with or to be without
lips on a forehead
little things are sometimes
everything
roosterfish
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i lie into you in a dark lit room
hands across, tangled beside
i hold to weep, strings you keep
we tangle in thought beside two hearts
to be in motion without hesitation
i die for you in summer
on cold nights i remember
you beside me, us as we
overshadowed by versions of me
i move in motions
lost translations
we break the mold of what could be
to form a reality of what is
and i say without indecision
to create something worth forming
thoughts and desire
mixed with a loss of friction
words make sense if you let them
your lips made sense if i had let them
tongues twist and so do necks
on dark summer nights
i used to love you
yet
only around midnight
tangled threads
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i touch you in echoes
in broken pieces
to stand before myself in our darkest evening
or break or fall or to stand in place of it all
mirrors seem to crack
seams begin to unravel
i lie in our moment
wondering if wandering goes too far
we eclipse into memories
i always get lost in here
always seem to stray
from where we should be
and i’m skipping on cracks
breaking bricks
in mix of thoughts and this
broken grips can only take you so far
lungs without breath
never make sense
and i’m burning in this
desire like tires of ’74
thoughts occur on occasion
persuasion is a deadly fire
words can tango
between fingers like follicles of your hair
things said only fall deeper
words can break
things can bend
we can extend
yet i’ll pretend that all good things truly end
fires of 1974
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i follow the steps you left
on a summer side midnight
i caress
you're shaken and i'm shallow
in depth with waves i can't pull through
we're diving and i'm 32
do you know what this feels like?
to be everywhere but with you
i shake to feel sullen blues
shades of 22
your mind and i
contested in bright lights
twists between then and this
you dive like midnight
shadows of corners
from the break of daylight
i can still smell the coffee beans from tuesday morning
we revel in a type of madness
one with twists
another with bittersweet bliss
we reminisce in moments to feel something
thoughts of becoming
i can’t tell you why
yet i recall your mind
those tired eyes
deep fires of our midnight
we turn in our desires
switching between haywire and gunfire
to feel a sort of bliss
we become stuck in abyss
to taste fuel of what was
that is no longer what is
how it felt to be 22
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i transcend in bits
in dire twists
in fragments
we attach ourselves
in the slightest
details of our desires
forming fires and liars
relationships always expire
in death we kiss
swaying in bliss
two bits and a tease
words against my knees
i paint you darkened poetry
slicing your tongue so you can breathe
we sleep in oasis
dreaming of mauritius
we break knees to twist
shift gears to drift
away from nights
on top of mountains
screaming names we can hardly remember
have you ever sent roses
and had them retuned to sender?
embers sleep
like you and we
words against a chest
pressed upon a beat
we make moments out of memories
scream names for sense
all things eventually end
as does our heartbeat
return to sender
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I rhyme without reason because I like the feeling of temporary meaning.
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