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you_transcend______i_fall_down
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nah....!
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your splendor transcends even the finest, my darling, even the *finest* of lovers. when you sing, i can see images in your teeth. lovely little images of shining faces from the past. please tell me how such seemingly non-aesthetic features can become so breathtakingly beautiful. please tell me how it’s possible that everything about you is so extraordinary, because indeed it is. i think of you, i look at you, i listen to you, and an inexplicable torture comes over me, because you're so painfully out of reach. so incorporeal, so surreal. so bleedingly abstract. the loveliness that seeps from your mouth is unmatched, and upon hearing it i fall onto the floor and turn into a pile of sticky smooth wax, entranced. i think i'm lost in you, but then your gaze tells me you're lost too. well maybe we're both lost. no one is so enthralling as you, love. no one. i still don’t understand how you can have this influence over me.....how merely listening to your voice can intoxicate me with a musical sweetness so empowering that even the blue_ice couldn't compete. there’s no hope for me around you; i dissolve into a hundred tiny green pieces until there's nothing left for you to do but soar above me. i want you more than you can possibly fathom. and your_eyebrows, sweetness: those eyebrows…..they jump and drift and dream all around. the speak to me in ways that voices can’t, they speak of a love and longing and sweetness that only you and i can understand. your footsteps move slowly toward the darkness, toward me....as i stand alone and dreaming, waiting for that lovely m_a_d_n_e_s_s to wrap itself around me like your voice does, like you do. and then in a flash, i'll be gone. you’ll take me there, to that place.....that place on the hill. the place where the sky bleeds green instead of blue; the place where the grass is a pale reddish color, almost pink. the place where ethereality takes over. the place where you reside.
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nah....! just realized
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sticky smooth is a bit of an oxymoron. ha!
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unhinged
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i bought him a gift and now suddenly i don't want to give it to him
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gull
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if i had to sum you up in just one word, and my entire life depended on that one simple word, i'd still pass. because there hasn't yet been created, in any language, a word to describe you, a word to match who you are, why you are, and what you are about. all i know is that i love you so much it hurts.
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continuous ache
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[First Verse] it seems i can't make you feel anything anymore i'm just another passing face in a crowd one more object blocking your stride for everytime i've cried since all this started you've been able to conveniently turn aside so i act like i've mourned and finally accepted act like i'm not still trying to bum rides off cloud nine act like i am so alive [Chorus] i've never been so high on the ground i don't want you back, but i miss having you around days are so meaningless without the sound of your voice you've found the smile you were searching for you transcend, i fall down where is your love for me now? [Second Verse] i stepped into your house and pretended i was home you dropped your condolensces like a stranger sickened by the weakness in my tone it's so hard to do this alone when i was sure i had a partner i'm not saying i can't do it on my own but everyday it's such a struggle to convince myself i'm alright i'll just stick with cloud nine, the only reality i've known walk away and leave my life where it's thrown life is better alone but i miss you [Repeat Chorus]
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Photophobe has tickets
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Is it better to be empty or afraid? When all is done and your dues are paid. When she goes up, I come down. When she wants to stay still Still Still I'm running around.
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Mahayana
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you_transcend______i_fall_down or is it that as i transcend you fall down either way it is a continuous circle from you transcending and I falling to you falling and i transcending finger trace it between us and perhaps sometimes we shall be on level ground as we meet upon the horizontalness of the great wide circle [never ending circle]
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someone posed the question once, is it better to have metal armor or nothing over your emotions? Feel nothing or feel everything? See you crumbling or merely read about it? So far as I can tell, this remains unanswered.
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i really mean it love.
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"...this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you"
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comma
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i really mean it, love.
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Photophobe
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continuous ache: Is that song yours, or a quote? I really like the lyrics, and found myself singing along with the "I've never been so high on the ground" bit when playing guitar before. stuck in my head.
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continuous ache
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*blush* actually, photophobe, it's mine. and if you ever find some music that fits, please feel free to put the lyrics to it. that's the problem with my writing...i don't write music.
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nah....!
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this is now dedicated to the three men who have made me truly guitar_obsessed: gilmour____zappa____barrett yes yes and yes
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spider from mars
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voice obsessed, too see: first post in here
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nah....!
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yes, but of course
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nah....!
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why did i just blathe that under my spidery name?
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spider from mars
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because you felt the need i guess that means i did too since we are the same person. heh. eep!
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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