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yummyC
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then i laughed" god you have to fly dont you you cant carry me i knew i was too heavy I always am i know all those mean things you want to say and just dripping off your tongue oh i wanna catch them but they slip down the drain before i get a chance. you are so stealthy with your hate.
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020216
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misstree
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to make you a mortal just like me.
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020216
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silentbob
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So i could keep you can i keep you?
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020216
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cube
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The implication is to pull someone down. Why do we most often (perhaps always) want to pull people down to our (perceived) lower level? Why is it not human nature to want to give wings? In fact, the giving of wings - the uplifting of others, has major Karmic implications... ³
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020217
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jackie "bluebottle" mc cracken
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if it was born without wings i guess it would be a "walk"
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020217
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onceidid
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I glued them back on and I am off out of here see if I let you near my wings again dear
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020219
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silentbob
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take your wings outside you cant fly in here besides the purple sky is better soarin for you my angel You're an ANGEL you little devil but as for me i'll stay inside i'll be just fine and i'll watch from a window Cannot categorize the nature of this sickness a miracle that you're alive stuck to the roof of my mouth with a staple remember last april when we saw us maple somehow the singer showed the fireside exactly how i feel kick_ass_lyrics
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Casey
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and I'm sorry. Your wings were your dreams. Your dreams could make you fly away and go anywhere you wanted to with anyone. They gave you hope. I'm sorry I took your dreams.
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020221
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daxle
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cause I knew they wouldn't work and I didn't want you to jump off that cliff
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020221
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x
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extinguish my fucking depression, wretchedness, desolation douse, quench, saturate soulfulls of gasoline, turpentine, & whichever & all other combustible explosive flammables search out & get a hold of your filthy soiled hands all over… 4 existence isn’t anything except for solitary after solitary god damn mistake, inaccuracy, oversight subsequent to the subsequence & you my dreadful beloved… the most prevalent fucking one of all you pulled, yanked, & hauled away wings include the decency 2 fucking terminate your afflictions
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020222
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extinguish my fucking depression, wretchedness, desolation douse, quench, saturate soulfulls of gasoline, turpentine, & whichever & all other combustible explosive flammables search out & get a hold of your filthy soiled hands all over… 4 existence isn’t anything except for solitary after solitary god damn mistake, inaccuracy, oversight subsequent to the subsequence & you my dreadful beloved… the most prevalent fucking one of all you pulled, yanked, & hauled away wings include the decency 2 fucking terminate your afflictions
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020222
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.x.
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sorry x didnt know you existed
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020222
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Mahayana
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perceive... precious lovable love that… nobOdy... not a soul… nobOdy can seize your journey [your exquisiteness is 2 magikal] [your joie de vivre 2 luminous] incandescent life o' magik
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020222
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unhinged
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i've always wanted to grow wings and fly away fly away from you fly away from here fly away from me
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020223
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your filthy fucking soiled hands all in excess… all over my corpse my wits my fucking being, your filth and soot desecrating every sect of my sanities membrane I sense myself snapping in shattering ruins, I put up with all the revulsion, repugnance, the inescapability of being shoved back into a corner of oblivion, no fucking way out, nothing else to do, noone to fucking excavate me out, no options … you clutch that power and control you have over me in spite of everything higher than my head .. so elevated up on that god damned hierarchy of yours, you recognize you have my life detained in your sub-zero bouldered hands … you realize right now would be the superlative fucking time to heave every god damn chance of me making it right out from under my feet you know you can fucking do this to me … its all fucked up and your doing it … your fucking do it to me all over again .. I’m inches away from starting my life all over again but you don’t give a fuck .. you suck and suck the optimism from my existence …I have never detested anyone in my life .. not even that father fucker of mine and well now … I can say I hate .. I detest you .. I fucking hate you …and I will never hate anyone else in the means I hate you you nauseate me I by no means should have loved you and took care of you when you considered me necessary … should have crooked my back on you reminiscent of what you are burdenening onto me … to hell with you .. I never wanted it to come to an end this way … but what breed of uncompromising maniac you are creating you can not see .. seize everything away from me .. and I become fanatical with thoughts of no way out ..because there is no FUCKING way out … death .. suicide … prison .. these are becoming my mere alternatives once again .. yeah and possibly your judgment narrates onto you that’s not accurate there are until the end of time more options than that…..well fuck you what do you know … you don’t fucking know the whole thing, you NEVER will, not even those closest to me fucking recognize this Fuck!!! .. fuck the whole thing and everybody im worn-out trying to subsist agreeably and in receipt of that end up stomped on you extracted, wrenched, & dragged away wings incorporate decorousness 2 fucking terminate this afflictions kill me just fucking kill me already diminutive merciless fiend
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reitoei
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and im fresh out of superglue and wax.
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020527
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a bird without a parachute
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truthfully i was already in the air when i felt them tear away
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uow
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injuries_due_to_negligence_of_others
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041015
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shulamith
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the splinter-sick stick of blood on feathers, that pearl gloss red and oil black blue. we were never meant to fly.
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081014
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In_Bloom
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The man thought about it: How high could he coax the creature to fly before deciding he would flick it sharply And enjoy it's frantic descent Would it spin violently and tear itself to pieces in disbelief or fright? He thought about it- Why should some creatures be so free and proud while he was confined to the ground Why should they overlook him for gayer more felicitous company The man thought about it and decided he would just pull off the wings... Vzz bzz! The creature sputtered, it cursed, it came down. Gently. Into kind outstretched hands that were careful not to abrate or bruise, gently.
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081015
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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