emutional

i made friends with nature born to a family of trees i grow tall only to devour myself over and over again. everything about myself is small and slender. weak thin arms like willow branches thin body elvish grin really do me no good. when i am near you my heart chatters like china in my house when the thunder booms hopefully it is not loud enough to break. i was asked what profit do i earn from the things i do? i don't need anything at all i just do it because i feel. maybe i am keeping away from all "good and natural" things but these things really only look good in the dark. a light will shine and expose the truth

I was born with vines in my veins a circulatory system that offsets my balance Do I feel more or do I feel less? Something seems missing discarded in surgery my inner Pulse is pumping out of disconnected wires A child who sits on the sidelines while the others laugh and play I don't mind at all I never learned their games Maybe there is proof that a heart isn't animal that love is not a chemical Maybe there's proof it's okay it exists in those with vines in their veins.

Run run run run Run run, Bruno, run! Run from the people and run from their pointed guns Run run run run Run run, Bruno, run! Run for your life and run for your right to love I hear people talking around town you got a price on your head, and they want to shoot you down I don't understand a word they have to say But oh- My love, they're gonna take you away! I heard they don't like the things you do the things you like or your preference for food who says they're the only ones who can have fun? Run, Bruno, run! While your sister wades in the lake the hunter is diggin' you a lonely grave! Run run run run Run run, Bruno, run!

my soul is lifted up with the flickering of lights i am surprised that i can breathe i surround myself in a blanket shell like nesting russian dolls a girl riding her bicycle teenage girl riding her bicycle she isn't part of the story but she's always there now i know how you felt i know the nausea of real life but now as i sleep ghostly hands pull at my thoughts "i am dreaming and far away" but they watch me from the corner of my room "i am careful! i am safe!" but the pulling and the bike and his smile and a cry... i will never be safe.

we ride our bikes down the dirty streets we travel the routes, like in that scene where we follow him and now i know that my true love will never really go one holds Flowers in his hand he traveled here all the way from japan sometimes i think the love inside might overflow and make him cry but he's constantly saying "I'm alright" fixes his hair and lends a smile there is another angry girl she hates Pop music almost as much as she hates the world she shaved the sides of her head last week wears mens clothing and won't eat Meat but sometimes when the world gets too hard she remembers that he made it this far as for me, I'm tr

sunday morning i open my eyes dreams still linger in the corner of my eyes I used to trace my fingertips 'cross the wall they can tear it down but it'll never fall sunday morning i open my eyes the taxis offer me a ride not that i care or that i mind but my mind is still lingering since last night this is what they call art this is what they call art all it gets you is a stab in the heart this is what they call art sunday morning i follow through walkin' through the streets, turning backwards to see if i find you two years is long enough to stay in your room but i know you won't be hearing from me soon sunday morning's a good

past the old blue house the blueberry bush a crumbling chimney to the feild where the old barn decays the ghosts cannot get me here a feild of grass around my feet Queen Anne's Lace princess flowers reach to the sun lacy top made by faries i used to go and take them as i walked by the lake the birds hissed at me and the fish laughed but they don't really know me they don't know who i really am i found the creek my dog wades in it the water moves over my feet i must have dropped them crushed flowers in a stream i always lost them but always got more i went back last year in a car there are no more trees no creek or do

i traveled to the stars today where stardust fell like summer rain hanging like a gallery full of frames i've traveled past the milky way but i can't get past that look on your face and every planet i see looks like a lonely grave in my journey through time and space remember when we walked on the moon and every light i gave to you every piece i gave to you and i can't take it any longer shooting stars become rocks and dust i can't take it any longer i need someone i can trust leave me alone don't become another part of my chain it's not your fault no, not at all just the weary state of my brain i traveled to the stars toda

What were the last words he said? Staring at the ceiling Lying in his bed What were the last words he said? Ripping at the seams Ripping at the Seams Finally falling apart Cold and lonely ghosts Walk this street tonight Familiar feet trace the paths He used to walk alone And I can see the lights flash They destroy my brain I can feel the presence Falling down like eerie rain I couldn’t take it anymore He’s lost control again And again And again What were the last thoughts in his head? When it finally consumed him And sanity fled? What were the last prayers he said?

I've given up on celebraties and thinking they're people just like me Celebraties only want to hate celebraties they only want to date celebraties I hope that when she falls asleep you'll think of me And when she's barfing up her drink I hope you'll think of me. I've learned that every thing isn't what it seams If I've learned one thing -- I hate celebraties I thought you were a hero I thought you were a friend I hope you know that I can never trust you again This is one party You're not coming back in I thought you were special not like the rest of the crowd now you've done it. I love you. but i hate you so much right no

We were young. We were one in separate worlds. Conjoined at the head- but no one saw you, brother, they just left you there. Gray matter white matter no matter. We were born having consumed each other. I you, you me. The red threads that held me down the same red threads that gripped your throat. I tried, brother, I tried. But a boy can only fight for so long. They found you- made me tie you down. They broke me. All humanity lost. A mess: bones gristle glass. Boyhood vaporized. We lost years. I came back for you, my brother. Finally I can break the threads- these ties that bind you. No, we can't go