Robots are developing.

If my world collapsed tomorrow
It'd be just like today
I'd be living my life bound
In a large assortment of metal chains.

Most likely, they hold my life together
But I can't say for sure
Come fall I suppose we'll see
If my estimations are correct.

Authority is meaningless,
It runs the fucking world
Is it all for no purpose?
Are we all permanently blind?

There is few that can hold me up
In these days of misdemeaned life
So I'll go on living today
Like tomorrow will never come.

Exposure At It's Best.

Streaking through my veins
The snakebite strikes again.
Breathing life into me,
Lighting my flickering candle again.

Philosophy is gone
This living venom is all I need
Head back, lips parted
This sensation feeds my hunger.

Eyes crossed, body tired
The venom coarses; slowing within me
Another night spent with this ignorance
but my hunger is, for now, satisfied.

Crumpled on the carpet
Head throbbing weakly
Left alone, again with the remnants of my poison
And tomorrow i'll be bitten again.

Over You

I remember
those days when
we sat and kissed
by the T.V. in my room.
We never made it through
those movies, despite the
intrusions of every possible
distraction and mishap.
My family never
took to you like
I did when
we were
so

Wrongly Desperately togheter.

I'm The Icing On Your Bedroom Floor.

Standing tall in your playhouse
Of multi colored lies
Wanting to leave, get away
while I cling to every one.

Your deceit is so inviting,
baby your a catch
But unfortunately, love,
I don't prefer raw fish.

Your lips connect with mine,
Kisses covor the words you said
A smell of sugar coated artificiality
Floods the air we grasp to take.

For the longest damn time
your beautiful being kept me occupied
While your lies waltzed in one ear
and right back out the other.

Love is not a game
And yet our daily tradgedies make it so
All that's left as you fix your tee and walk out
is our artificial, sugar coated scent.

The color of rebellion.

I have been thinking. I know, wow right?





We all go throughout life attempting to simply survive, possibly succeed. However, underneath it all, we're all looking for someone...something that can truly make us happy. I don't care who you are. I don't care if your the old nun at the old church on the corner or the hooker across the street. Everyone wants something that can truly make their life complete. Now, there are some people who instead of actually searching for that one thing decide that maybe having a lot of artificial happiness can compensate. We see this a lot in hollywood. People will settle with one thing because it is attractive and in a week they've moved on to the next little toy.





However, this is not how life should be.





Deep down, we all know what we want. Maybe it's someone who cooks you breakfasat after a crappy night. Maybe it's someone who gives it up on the first date (although i'm not too sure that's love..). Maybe your love is just someone who will put up with your wild obsessions with Australia. Who knows. All we can know is that we all have some quality that holds us bound and forces us to love every bit of it.

The Color Of Rebellion.

My love is the color of rebellion.
It smells of violence
It is the flavor of rocking out,
Feels like a minority
And carries a hellacious tune.
Like water, uncapable of capture
And free to breathe
If you can't love my water
Than find your source of glue.

One of us has to think, and it won't be me.

Time goes by
But you still stand there.
I can't keep taking you farther into my future.

You step forward, like you always do
Holding out your hand i've taken so many other times
And fall, once again, into you.

Have you changed
or am I consecutively wasting time
It feels so damn good to have
something that's never real
Keeping you here is killing me
Don't leave, I might not make it
Your the pill I can't stop taking
But it's slowly killing me.

I feel your lips on mine, once again
I feel life getting harder
And harder still.

I keep thinking I can say no
To you and your addictions.
But saying no to you will never be easy.

Have you changed
or am I consecutively wasting time
It feels so damn good to have
something that's never real
Keeping you here is killing me
Don't leave, I might not make it
Your the pill I can't stop taking
But it's slowly killing me.

I wish you'd just say no to me
So I can continue to never listen to myself.
Please, go.

Have you changed
or am I consecutively wasting time
It feels so damn good to have
something that's never real
Keeping you here is killing me
Don't leave, I might not make it
Your the pill I can't stop taking
But it's slowly killing me.

DISCLAIMER

Just a small disclaimer...

My titles for poetry and such are...not quite normal. So just so you know. Usually they've got some personal meaning, so...yeah. Thanks everyone. <33