Bathroom Break

Sorrow begets angled mirror shots
Taken from a sober photographer
Tempted by an intoxicating kiss
Smothered in dead embers
Both red and unreal
Simple slits heartache
Another would abuse my intake
Scathe the unneccesary thoughts
With a fine picked comb
Made of maroon slips
Satin upbringings
Indecisive lockpicks
Trust in the faith of a few
Though I can only do so much to save you from a burning heart
The green skirts lift higher than melodrama
Painted in one shade of black and white
Kick the shins of youth tonight
Knock fate flat
Sell it to wilted foreign souls
Run my hand along her thigh
I know she's mine

Currently Listening Live: 07-08-03 & 07-09-03 New York, NY By Pearl Jam see related

woa it's been awhile...wellllll here's the newest thing and last thing i wrote basically since the end of may.

I recall a time when the passionate lovers

Were lost with each other

The forests were filled

With youths foolishly in love

One harder than the next

Each slight sway of the hand

More intense than the rest

We pushed til the break of dawn

Could you care for another?

The sweat proved me wrong

There’s always the other

Dance along the treetops

Glide across a blade of grass

When we run out of space

We never thought it would happen this fast

I caught the cosmos in a kiss

Slipped it quietly in purple raindrops

Denied the golden moon and the silver sun

All the passionate lovers’ fun

Some awoke before the others

Some never thought sleep was too horrible to dream of

Ride on bright cotton handbags

Where the mothers kept their stolen jetlag

Keeping you dreary and unaware

That you passed through three loves over

One state ago

Always the Apologetic

Oh gosh

I’m sorry

Did I speak too loud this time?

Cram your brain with my thoughts?

I must have been lost

Thought that I was somewhere warm

So I was saying

Next to you

This morning

When I um

Well when I woke up it was the greatest

Feeling

Laying next to….

Sorry go ahead and speak

My words tend to leak

And dribble from my mouth

No it was nothing all that important

It just took real long for it

For it to come out again….

I’m a sly kind of speaker

Well more so drunk and apologetic

For always being the one who let it

Down the bottle alone

This relationship that is

Are we really late for the trip I planned?

I shouldn’t plan a thing

And just stop mumbling

cooooorny and lame.it's how i roll

Catch more jet lag

Than a trip to the now vanishing stars

Emotions pilot

Hips pivot

And the needles in my side

Cause unjust perforation

Sly and seductive

Read right above the

Martini glass she carried

The woman in the red wear held all the style

She cleared the cluttered table

Stole the sparkling silverware

And shoved the memories in her green ribbon purse

Secretly

So no one saw

That she wanted to remember a little

Chase

Well I’d love to

Elude Eden’s shambles

Left from Adam’s sandals that dragged against the dirt

As he strapped them on embarrassed of what he was

And what he did

Temptation fresh on his lips

He won’t remember this

But Eve never said a word 

Currently Playing Volcano By Gatsby's American Dream see related

Do you need me to hold your head up?

While you kiss this man

Who I’ve never met but heard plenty of stories about

I’ll do it I swear

I’m frantic and anxious

Willing to do anything to please

And meet your thin list of demands

That coats my throat

Thickly

It bothers me

That I’m unnecessary

For you to crack a white in your mouth

I just fill the black between mornings

And hours between your second hand

That you use to tear all the useless tags off my shirts

So I never know what emotion I wear today

What to attach to my sleeve  

Put on prime display so you’ll pay the slightest

Faintest

Tiniest piece of attention

Throw it my way

I’ll catch it with my right hand

The hand I’d like you to grab hold of

When you’re done on the phone

With another

Better version of me