We all have our struggles and we rarely change
Think I've had my chances and Im still afraid
Never a thing that defines my success or fate
No matter what I do or manage to make
Sometimes it comes from a place of love
but I can only get so many tells from god
Im ashamed, I regret, I get shat upon
After a while it stops hitting home
perjantai 27. helmikuuta 2015
perjantai 22. elokuuta 2014
Edited a couple words
Once i a while they tell you just to write down how you feel,.
How you feel.
Itå'll help, it'll ease.g
Once in a while they tell you to shut down, and just listen-.
Turn it off and on again
Isnt that what sleep is for?
Sleep over it and give it a thought.
Im writing this blind.
Cant see whats going on.
Double enter, changes the line.
Hope I didnt mess up the rhyme.
This sll might just be in vain
<But theres nothing we can do to fsin
To gain something to love
Being blind you can only see
What the screen light tells you to see
I might not edit all of this
Or I might edit some if it
I openedmy eyes and saw what I wrote so far
Wasnt that great but hey, we made it this far
Didnt know where to go from the start
But hey we made it this far.
Im using my old lines again
Guess my iades are growing old
As is everything I was told
by the oarents I had and never had
piano is the sweetest sound
piano is the sweetest sound
the chords you can play on a porper piano
can change lives Iv e been told
can comfirm, changed mine
sweetest chords, all the same
doesnt matter, we're alll the same
sweetest chords, al lthe same
doesnt matter, start again¨
start again
double enter starts again
torstai 27. maaliskuuta 2014
Camera
Sometimes you see the sunlight, it blinds your sight
Rarely they come in your town, they light up the night
You cant deny the draw, its all about the luck
You can and cant relate to, never falling behind
Tall buildings - and, so - tourists
They come to see your town, oh oh
They come to ruin your town, oh oh
Flashes are blinking, in the rhythm of the bank
They cant help but sink in, the money that they bank
You cant deny the dares, they made to make it here
No matter where they end up, they are still here
Tall buildings - and, so - living
They come to see my town, oh oh
They come to ruin my town, oh oh
They come to ruin - our town, town
No matter how you look at it, its still the same
All of it just makes you angry, by their flashing lights
Sign a paper or two, its the shit that you made
Cant and could not see how, they all delight
Tall buildings - and, so - living
They come to see my town, oh oh
You come to ruin my town, oh oh
You came and ruined, my town
My town, my town
My town, my town
Theres just a few of us who remember the past
All the rest just read about, about whats now
Theres just a few of us who remember the past
All the rest just read about, about whats now
Tall - and, so
Tall - and, so
Theyre here to see my town, oh oh
Theyre here to ruin my town, oh oh
sunnuntai 23. maaliskuuta 2014
123
No matter how I try it is hard to count to - ten
Nothing makes any sense and its hard to see how - it begins
All goes well until you see how - it falls apart
Cant say how we manage to - live on, live on
Two letter words, they never make it - till the end
Spam any keys just to make some - any sense
All goes well 'till we see how - it begins
No idea how - were still here, were still here
One two three, are the hardest call
Never know where, to stop
Four five six, someday we'll fall
One two three, its the hardest call
Piano as the player will always be silent - for now
No matter how deep the grave it'll always be just full of regret
One can count to three or see what happens
Second can count the seconds just to what happens
One can count just to see what happens
Second can count just to see it happen
--
One two three, are the hardest call
Never know where, to stop
Four five six, someday we'll fall
One two three, its the hardest call
--
Piano player wont be silent, the last notes will be for him
Nothing I ever do will be counted, this is all for him
If you opened the cage, it wouldnt change a thing
We'll all be silent. This notes for him.
--
One two three, its not that hard
to see how they tried so hard
They tried so hard and all you did
was to bury the dreams you never had
--
Piano player will never be silent
One will never be shut
Its not words that make him shy
Its the words that she never found
Nothing makes any sense and its hard to see how - it begins
All goes well until you see how - it falls apart
Cant say how we manage to - live on, live on
Two letter words, they never make it - till the end
Spam any keys just to make some - any sense
All goes well 'till we see how - it begins
No idea how - were still here, were still here
One two three, are the hardest call
Never know where, to stop
Four five six, someday we'll fall
One two three, its the hardest call
Piano as the player will always be silent - for now
No matter how deep the grave it'll always be just full of regret
One can count to three or see what happens
Second can count the seconds just to what happens
One can count just to see what happens
Second can count just to see it happen
--
One two three, are the hardest call
Never know where, to stop
Four five six, someday we'll fall
One two three, its the hardest call
--
Piano player wont be silent, the last notes will be for him
Nothing I ever do will be counted, this is all for him
If you opened the cage, it wouldnt change a thing
We'll all be silent. This notes for him.
--
One two three, its not that hard
to see how they tried so hard
They tried so hard and all you did
was to bury the dreams you never had
--
Piano player will never be silent
One will never be shut
Its not words that make him shy
Its the words that she never found
sunnuntai 26. tammikuuta 2014
Five Minute Challenge
Clock says start
Sirens in the distance, no attention spared
Three voices split into thousand likes
No words being really heard
Like my whispering to the mics
Only an echo to the well of silence
Cup of care for all the thoughts
All we want is obedience
Unlike my whispering of lives
They stack up to four or five
Home is where the home is
Three roads meet once every two moons
Not knowing where to go, yikes
I might be running out of times
Of our ever so slight lives
Last few lines to go, moons up
Suns down and nothing to see
Stars be out and cups empty
Im sai
Clock says stop
Sirens in the distance, no attention spared
Three voices split into thousand likes
No words being really heard
Like my whispering to the mics
Only an echo to the well of silence
Cup of care for all the thoughts
All we want is obedience
Unlike my whispering of lives
They stack up to four or five
Home is where the home is
Three roads meet once every two moons
Not knowing where to go, yikes
I might be running out of times
Of our ever so slight lives
Last few lines to go, moons up
Suns down and nothing to see
Stars be out and cups empty
Im sai
Clock says stop
sunnuntai 15. joulukuuta 2013
The Old House (P1/2)
She saw a nickle drop from a tweed pocket. She saw it bounce two times.
There was no third; it landed. She stopped and stared.
A nickle from not this land, but a far away one. It was strange.
It was old, not fragile, but old. It had seen life, freed and imprisoned.
She picked it up, looked at it and put it down again. It was not her nickle.
It was a nickle, older than her long gone grandfather. The one she missed.
She arrived. Opened the door with her broken key. Used and turned.
The smell of a house left alone for years. Closed. Shut. A familiar scent.
The broken banister beside the collapsed stairs leading to the attic.
The air, as if afraid, fled from the newcomer,
the dust, startled, jumped and panicked.
"What a sad scene", she thought.
Along the hallway there were three doors. All of which guarded a room.
They resisted when she tried to enter. They wanted to jam, wanted to break.
She was persistent to get what she came for. She had a key in her purse.
That key, that seemed like a good hundred years old, was given to her
back when she used to go visit the house and the grandparents who lived there.
She entered the first room. She had to push the resistant door open with her shoulder.
The door squeaked and sighed when it gave in to let her enter. The door was unfortunate,
only guarding a single, tall closet with its doors missing and a dusty mattress. The window didnt want to help her see, but no amount of dust could stop her. Her steps made the floor
answer to the doors whining. She saw the closet was empty, but wanted to make sure.
The house was told to trick simple minds. And she remembered.
She had stayed over for the night. She had slept behind the second door.
She had been woken up minutes after midnight by, what at the time, sounded like a scream. It wasnt a scream.
The house didnt, and to this date doesnt, like us. Us who make noise and break the peace. The silence.
Men who shout and spit, women who scream and laugh. The doors, floors, ceilings and walls -
they dont like noise. And she remembered.
But still she entered, because she had to. She had to find out what the lock was hiding. The lock that, with her key, could be unlocked.
She ignored the second door for now. Memories told her to ignore it and take the next one. The third door.
The third door was not so far away from its inevitable defeat. She didnt have to open it, in the meaning of the word "open". She just had to gently touch it, and it opened and came crashing down onto the floor, waking the dust to its frightened dance. Like a dying old relative who needs a small push to reveal secrets on her deathbed. Dying soul who feels like there is nothing to lose, nothing to gain. It doesnt matter at that point. "Just give it to her, defy the words you said, dont mind what you swore."
As she entered the slightly larger room, she could feel the air she breathed get friendlier. This was the third room. The room where once songs were sang, dances were danced and good times were had. The third room was the friendliest of the three. The room had seen what we had to offer, the good and the bad. And it decided to accept us. Accept us as we are; eventually violent, greedy, dirty creatures whose heads are occupied by a single thought and a single thought only - "more".
But it was a nice room all in all.
--
There was no third; it landed. She stopped and stared.
A nickle from not this land, but a far away one. It was strange.
It was old, not fragile, but old. It had seen life, freed and imprisoned.
She picked it up, looked at it and put it down again. It was not her nickle.
It was a nickle, older than her long gone grandfather. The one she missed.
She arrived. Opened the door with her broken key. Used and turned.
The smell of a house left alone for years. Closed. Shut. A familiar scent.
The broken banister beside the collapsed stairs leading to the attic.
The air, as if afraid, fled from the newcomer,
the dust, startled, jumped and panicked.
"What a sad scene", she thought.
Along the hallway there were three doors. All of which guarded a room.
They resisted when she tried to enter. They wanted to jam, wanted to break.
She was persistent to get what she came for. She had a key in her purse.
That key, that seemed like a good hundred years old, was given to her
back when she used to go visit the house and the grandparents who lived there.
She entered the first room. She had to push the resistant door open with her shoulder.
The door squeaked and sighed when it gave in to let her enter. The door was unfortunate,
only guarding a single, tall closet with its doors missing and a dusty mattress. The window didnt want to help her see, but no amount of dust could stop her. Her steps made the floor
answer to the doors whining. She saw the closet was empty, but wanted to make sure.
The house was told to trick simple minds. And she remembered.
She had stayed over for the night. She had slept behind the second door.
She had been woken up minutes after midnight by, what at the time, sounded like a scream. It wasnt a scream.
The house didnt, and to this date doesnt, like us. Us who make noise and break the peace. The silence.
Men who shout and spit, women who scream and laugh. The doors, floors, ceilings and walls -
they dont like noise. And she remembered.
But still she entered, because she had to. She had to find out what the lock was hiding. The lock that, with her key, could be unlocked.
She ignored the second door for now. Memories told her to ignore it and take the next one. The third door.
The third door was not so far away from its inevitable defeat. She didnt have to open it, in the meaning of the word "open". She just had to gently touch it, and it opened and came crashing down onto the floor, waking the dust to its frightened dance. Like a dying old relative who needs a small push to reveal secrets on her deathbed. Dying soul who feels like there is nothing to lose, nothing to gain. It doesnt matter at that point. "Just give it to her, defy the words you said, dont mind what you swore."
As she entered the slightly larger room, she could feel the air she breathed get friendlier. This was the third room. The room where once songs were sang, dances were danced and good times were had. The third room was the friendliest of the three. The room had seen what we had to offer, the good and the bad. And it decided to accept us. Accept us as we are; eventually violent, greedy, dirty creatures whose heads are occupied by a single thought and a single thought only - "more".
But it was a nice room all in all.
--
tiistai 6. elokuuta 2013
[5minChallenge]
5 minute challenges again
its good for the mind but bad for the body
sweating and swearing
Fuck it Im rewriting
whatever I just wrote down implying
that Ive something to say
Theyre not gonna catch us
They dont stand a chance - do they?
They will never see us
Forever we'll stand - wont we?
Its not as easy as you think to do it
Breathing gets hard and words get stuck
Many have failed but I will make it
Hope that karma..wait, we dont give a fuck
3 minutes to go still
Theres still time to finish this song
Standing, jumping up and down
Fuck it I wont rewrite
no matter what comes out from these keys
Ive nothing more to say
They will never get us
press pause to silence the dreams
no time to waste, screw the nightmares
1 minute to finish it all
Doesnt matter what we do
if you did it anyway
Youre stronger after you did it
even if just a little bit
Be fast be strong be f
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