Humm

How am I supposed to know what to do?

The only time words come out of my mouth is when you're not listening.

I want all that, what they show on tv.

Id like to know what it means to me.

PR+BMs

There aren't enough words to explain how it feels.
Any time, place, moment can be made just right.
It feel like time slows down, almost to a halt.
The instant you inhale it, the instant it enters your veins,
you feel nothing, and everything.
Love comes rushing in from all different angles,
hate bears down on you for the ones who ruin this.
Happiness runs deep because everything seems perfect,
sadness bleeds out because everything is worthless.
Not a word has been spoken, but every word you know enters your head.
Everyone you've met has a seat in the room,
every place you've been has a new meaning to it.
The past that haunts seems just and right.
The future that's scary seems easy and worth the fight.
You feel the sensation in every inch of your soul.
Right about now you feel inspired to make the best better.
A combination so ecstatic it almost seems lethal.
You're piling on, the grave gets deeper.
Yet noone must know, because this happy place is your worst kept secret.
It rushes in like perfection injected straight to your brain,
then you raise the stakes, and get higher than black planes.
Lethal ecstasy as you begin to question being sane,
then your head explodes, sending thoughts more numerous than stars, all over the place.

More than serial.

Some times I feel words so useless.
Then you came along, and my life, you said it perfect.
How do you do it?
and what am I supposed to do when you're gone?
How many times you've saved me,
can we even count, so early on?
You're too good to leave,
or are you nothing at all?
a presence, tainted by company.
It is nature, but I watch as you run from me.
How much love do we have?
how long do we have?
Will one surely suffice, or is it a combo we require?
Is perfection enough? Or do we need chaos to stay alive?
Has it ever been one love? Or rather should we pile on..
until we die?
Some times I felt your time so worthless,
then you showed up, and my life, you set it perfect.

No Ink.

This one's for you, post-rock goddess.
You say what you see is unbelievable,
but what you know is true beyond reason.
All the pictures make you sad, dear,
but fame is in the evil, so walk with your eyes closed
and talk with your mouth shut, because we know these words are useless.
Honey, you say it's all blowing up, and everything is crashing,
and you miss growing up, a smile everlasting.
You opened my eyes, as we opened our mouths,
beauty in evil is the only thing around.
Whether it's believing is disbelief
or the things that make us weep,
the only thing that's saving us
is our own shreds of sanity.
I saw the light, dying as it might,
but it's greater than beauty.
It's just living, for life.

Ecksten

What's better than perfect?
What's more than love?
How do you feel when you see hopes get crushed?
Now's the time to start racing for that goal,
death's not your enemy when it comes to gettin up.
Only one way to live and that's how you see fit.
Even the criticisms don't change you're fix.
On the outside cheated, on the inside screaming,
But when that camera's on only one thing's scenin'
and don't forget the moments where you don't stop thinkin.
Remember those nights, 'cause they ain't comin' back
They fill the pages you write so you owe 'em for that
because all those you loved and all who loved you
they made you who you are, and will to the end.
So when you're on your deathbed if there should be one,
make sure it's all out for everyone to beat on.

not sure why i'm here

It seems what I always wanted may again be the worst thing for me. Confusion sets in.

not sure why i'm here

The best get better.

Hey dude, what are you ragin to?
What are you smokin on?
What's in them cigarillos now?
All I got is the smog that we breathe,
The gas we can't huff cuz it's poluted with the air.
I know the door is just over there,
But I can't see over the crowd of elitists
Running from the end to their ego.
Tell me brother, how do you stay fly?
I know it's in your brain, tucked in the back,
But I lost all I had, now show me why.
All we have is the past, and that's all we'll ever be.
I'm sure you can do it right, so it's all you ever need.

Not a poem, A way of life.

I lied.
I AM better than you.