pseudopomohomoverse

song in progress, with no real name

it explains itself as it goes through. trust me.


A Capella

i write to you, endless pages of letters
and your outlook's not getting any better
you're scarred deep down and you don't want to heal
you're caught up in where you've failed before
and even though you'd have me think you're ready for more
well baby, you've forgotten how to feel.

you hurt the most when you don't know you're hurting yourself
and when you write it all down it looks like somebody else
has the blood on their hands, dripping on your clothes.
but your mind's tied up so tight it cuts off circulation
and you slip away to sleep to find some tragic salvation
your waters run deeper than anybody knows.

you think you know your thinking, and the way of your heart
though you can't pass go if you don't even start
you tell yourself it's all for your protection.
your heart's been broken, this i know
and for it all you've got nothing to show
but a one-way ticket towards the wrong direction.

and these images, evocative of someone so alone
a product of a place so dark that nothing else has grown,
they're not quite right, but drama is in style.
and with each new day the sunlight wakes you,
you slap on a happy face, you
neatly hide it all behind a smile.

i see through it when others don't,
while you keep secrets, well, i won't
it's time you were exposed for all to see.
the quiet trail of bones behind you
and scattered souls who couldn't find you
they deserve to know as much as me.

so here's to all the lies you've told
to all the people you brushed off and left out in the cold
i can't allow you to always run and hide.
so here's to where it all gets clearer.
"you" are the person in the mirror.
i'm tired of keeping all of this inside.

posted by Danny Boy @ 2:32 PM 0 messages in the sand

bitterness part II, this time with meter

 not surprisingly, considering all the bitterness, this one shook me more when i was writing it.



i'd sooner fall
into a pit of vipers
than your open arms.

i'd probably smile
if i caught wind
you'd come to harm.

yet

above the din
of angry voices
though there be scores

i know i'd fall
into no other arms
but yours.

posted by Danny Boy @ 12:29 AM 0 messages in the sand

bitterness about the same boy, part I

here we go again, crack boy.
when your passing glance
puts the fear of God in me,
that is sad.
death, terrorism, the apocalypse in general
they don't do that.

i hate what you represent
slightly more than i hate you.
i hate being crumpled up
like a piece of paper with three words
scratched out.
i hate that i've had more fun
getting into car accidents
than when i'm reminded of you.

every time my mind takes a shit
you fall out
and every time i get flushed
i drain towards you
and i'm sick of this
masochistic spiral.

my eyes saw you holding scissors
above a marionette's head
when your eyes only saw
empty liquor bottles
and magically disappearing
white powder lines on tables.

you were probably only guilty
of having as much sense
as a kitten.
and i, well,
as much as a ball of yarn.

yes, being unraveled reminded me
how to live.
it'd be nice though if your name
(the most common in the english-speaking world)
didn't remind me how to die.

posted by Danny Boy @ 12:19 AM 0 messages in the sand