This thread is permanently archived
Ｓｃｒｉｂｂｌｅ
| Like the keys of a piano, some major some minor. But when played together, they're one and the same.
It's something you can't change, it's just how it is.
And the song is beautiful, but it ends. Its all a matter of feeling
We're all in a grey area, looking for the major to our minor.
Until that song ends.
| Words and actions.
Extension of yourself.
Some are honest, but only a fraction.
So I was left with expectation.
You free off my good intention.
For all those times I was in my head.
I wish you were dead.
And all those times you did, the instead.
Give me that heart I wore on my sleeve.
Too bad I didn't just leave.
Best believe I think you're a cunt.
All you did was show a front.
| You reside, with that cruel heart.
I hope someone rips you apart.
I want someone to reach inside of you.
That's the only way to pay what's due.
Only when your heart has bled like mine, will things align.
Like a benign tumor, you weigh me down.
I want to see you hung from that rope.
And all your words, so empty they float.
All the times I let them bloat me with hope.
I want someone to rip into your throat.
I can't wait to see you interlope, to be filled with that same hope.
| I want someone to take it from you.
For all those times that I felt stung.
I want to see you bound and hung, by what you think is a new found love.
I never want you to learn.
I want you to fucking burn and know that feeling of being lost.
I want you to know what you cost.
| But I may become an aquantance someday.
But I'm simply overthinking.
What weird am I? Said the young man
But no answer came of it.
Because grey areas don't have feelings he assumed, we're all in the grey area he recalled.
The weird young man accepts this answer as fact, and quietly retires.
It's all irrelevant, is that a fact?
Ah so it is, but to say people are irrelevant is a lie. I'm affected by your presence, and that is the essence to life.
| We carry all this time lost in our coat pockets, close to our hearts. Like a picture carefully placed in a locket.
These are the things of essence, this is what is existence. To love and to have lost.
| Why are you mean for no reason? I don't know pondered the weird man. Ah, for weird is weird and weary are we. The truth of a person is far too much to bear. But dare you say, I've done you some harm? That's just your lovely charm.
| Is this poetry?
| Something like that.
| Deep.
| d0 U kn0e dA waE
| Your music similes are wack.
This thread is permanently archived
| I'm getting at love being best seen in black and white. The timeline and the things involved in that timeline are a grey area.
You can love for a day, a week, a month, or a year. It's all irrelevant. But the black and white truth of a feeling is what matters.