bliss
you're the mountian top
you're the peak.
but you're a bore tonight.
am i free now?
put me in the mirror
you put infront of you,
and get me a girl
to kill your guilt.
im high, and im glad.
you were ashamed.
i stood up, eveready
to go down; vain.
i've never seen music draw your face,
like the flute does now.
im sorry i lied.
you are beautiful.
can't forgive, neither forget.
can't live, neither perish.
played along the play
'a life consumed by slow decay'.
you're the peak.
but you're a bore tonight.
am i free now?
put me in the mirror
you put infront of you,
and get me a girl
to kill your guilt.
im high, and im glad.
you were ashamed.
i stood up, eveready
to go down; vain.
i've never seen music draw your face,
like the flute does now.
im sorry i lied.
you are beautiful.
can't forgive, neither forget.
can't live, neither perish.
played along the play
'a life consumed by slow decay'.
posted by rorschach at
3:49 AM
6 Comments:
bhai, what the fuck is all this life man? boss cannot. kuch kar, kuch kar. let's go somewhere and write and travel and drink and smoke and wander and think forever. no, actually no, not forever. forever's too long.
what is this
it's writing and it comes from where the world cannot see.
i meant different and what i can clearly see.
and wat peter meant was, i think, that its for the writer to write and for the reader to react. however, it is not for the reader to see wat inspires the writing but rather use it as a mirror to their own thoughts(if the writing is worth it according to the reader). my writing come from a place only i an go. wat anyone else sees is for them to reflect upon.
i know bugger - can't do this anymore. there's gotta be something boss. something that when is there does not keep hinting that it'll go and crush you once it does. i don't even know what i'm thinking nowadays - fuck the doing. i don't know anything.
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