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Maynard's healing words.   
09:24pm 05/06/2005
 
mood: broody
A groan of tedium escapes me,
startling the fearful.
Is this a test?
It has to be
Otherwise I can't go on.
Draining patience. drain vitality.
this paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.

But I'm still right here,
giving blood and keeping faith. And I'm still right here.


I'm gonna wait it out

If there were no rewards to reap,
no loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.

I'm gonna wait it out

If there were no desire to heal
The damaged and broken met along this tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.

I still may. And I still may.
Be patient.

I must keep reminding myself of this...

If there were no rewards to reap,
no loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may. And I still may. And I still may.

Gonna wait it out....


On my drive home, seeing the sky in those shades of pink and orange,
thinking to myself: If I had only one hand to hold in this serene moment...
and I knew I'd fell again,
all too soon
because she shines more brightly than the women that elder her,

keeping her head out of the clouds,
laughing at the dreamers going nowhere.
down to earth where we belong...

worthier of holding this heart than anyone else who has....
 
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03:48pm 23/05/2005
 
mood: confused
I'm surrounded by psychos! Why? because I'm stuck in Flint, and the women here all belong on Jerry Springer...

blah!
 
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Pandora's Box   
03:43pm 20/05/2005
 
mood: brooding
Tall, dark and taciturn,
funny how you lost your way.
Always playing the fool, sitting in the dark,
enjoying the silence.

With nothing more than time,
to think,
sulk.
Hearing only the faint whispers
of your heart skipping beats,
and it's the only time you know
it's truely there.

Coveting the weak
and stupid,
the small, meek and pale men,
with so little to offer the ones they claim
to love.

no humbleness, no reservation,
yet at the end of the day
there's always a hand to hold,
and warm lips to meet.

and I'm wondering why
I waste my time
thinking of you,
thought I didn't ask for,

I never wanted this

Teasing and torturing,
making me sweat,
lost in this imagery you planted here.

I've finally reached my threshold,
the last ounce I'll ever let my
heart bleed into my thoughts
ever,

And I gave it a name: Alexis
 
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the songs in my head   
06:42pm 16/04/2005
 
mood: lonely
Come up to meet you, tell you I’m sorry
You don’t know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions
Oh lets go back to the start
Running in circles, coming up tails
Heads on a silence apart

Nobody said it was easy
Oh it’s such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said that it would be this hard
Oh take me back to the start
I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling your puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Oh it’s such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I’m going back to the start


A good bit of lyrical genius always helps a man deal with a rough spot in his life. The women in this town are as horrid as the men, and sometimes make a fellow want to bite his own face off, if he could; But it's necessary. I never said I was any better in this, it's mostly my fault.
Wounds that never heal,
and this hell hole makes it no better to deal.
I think I'll go draw pictures of people looting in the streets and smoking Crack.
 
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