Above A Lions Mane
You mess up my view
Now I'm seeing two by two
I mess up my words
When I sing my song for you
I'm drowning on dry land
And reaching out my hand
You swim in the deepest sea
And when you want you just stand
Arms hang hign over head
Some alive but most are dead
When that is so easy to see
Makes it hard to break this bread
Take my hands and take my name
Take my desperate fear of shame
Take this crown that down belong
Hang it above a lions mane
Above a lions mane, that's where I'll scream your name.
Above a lions mane, that's where I'll lay my blame.
Above a lions mane, that's where I'll hang myself.
Above a lions mane, well, least that's what I'll tell myself
Showing posts with label Poem. Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Poetry. Show all posts
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
The Storm
The Storm
This weather prohibits me from feeling happy now.
I just want to crawl into my bed and wait this storm out.
Cause I am nothing. Cause I am nothing.
I hate this season, hate the lightning and the thunder.
The leaves are falling and I'm getting buried under.
Cause I am nothing. Cause I am nothing.
Let the rain come down.
I will drown.
Let the wind blow.
Straight through my soul.
Cause you can't save me now.
No you can't save me now.
No you can't save me now.
I need the sunshine to remind me that Im still alive.
I need to burn my skin and feel my blood boil inside.
Cause I am nothing. Yes I am nothing.
Another rainy day and I may just disappear.
It only reminds me of all the things I have to fear.
Like I am nothing. Like I am nothing.
Let the rain come down.
I will drown.
Let the wind blow.
Straight through my soul.
Cause you can't save me now.
No you can't save me now.
No you can't save me now.
This weather prohibits me from feeling happy now.
I just want to crawl into my bed and wait this storm out.
Cause I am nothing. Cause I am nothing.
I hate this season, hate the lightning and the thunder.
The leaves are falling and I'm getting buried under.
Cause I am nothing. Cause I am nothing.
Let the rain come down.
I will drown.
Let the wind blow.
Straight through my soul.
Cause you can't save me now.
No you can't save me now.
No you can't save me now.
I need the sunshine to remind me that Im still alive.
I need to burn my skin and feel my blood boil inside.
Cause I am nothing. Yes I am nothing.
Another rainy day and I may just disappear.
It only reminds me of all the things I have to fear.
Like I am nothing. Like I am nothing.
Let the rain come down.
I will drown.
Let the wind blow.
Straight through my soul.
Cause you can't save me now.
No you can't save me now.
No you can't save me now.
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The Storm
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Wishful Thinking
Wishful Thinking
There's a window on my door and you know what for
So I could see the world outside
And if it looks real good I may turn the knob
And step out into the night
I'll walk around with my hands in my pants
Thinking bout my past and future plans
I'll think about love and music too
But I won't be thinking bout you
There's a window on my door and you know what for
So the world can see inside
And if it ain't to clear, I think I'll stay in here
And curl up by the fire
Maybe I'll read a book and make some food
Enjoy my time alone
Then I'll listen to a record or two
But I won't be thinking bout you
No I won't be thinking bout you
There's a window on my door and you know what for
So I could see the world outside
And if it looks real good I may turn the knob
And step out into the night
I'll walk around with my hands in my pants
Thinking bout my past and future plans
I'll think about love and music too
But I won't be thinking bout you
There's a window on my door and you know what for
So the world can see inside
And if it ain't to clear, I think I'll stay in here
And curl up by the fire
Maybe I'll read a book and make some food
Enjoy my time alone
Then I'll listen to a record or two
But I won't be thinking bout you
No I won't be thinking bout you
Labels:
From A Pine Box,
Joshua Bryan,
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Wednesday, September 15, 2010
My Sunflowers
My Sunflowers
My sunflowers are narcissistic and I'm
Getting so sick of it
Always reaching for the light
They grow so tall and the shine so bright
Thought about cutting them and I just might
What is it they're trying to prove
Hummingbirds they love the taste
While I can't get a single date
I think they're starting to laugh at me
My sunflowers are narcissistic and I'm
Getting so sick of it
They make me feel like a total disgrace
But I'll wake up every morning
And hold my head high
I won't let those flowers beat me
I'll look em straight in the eye
and say nice try
Nice try
My sunflowers are narcissistic and I'm
Getting so sick of it
Always reaching for the light
They grow so tall and the shine so bright
Thought about cutting them and I just might
What is it they're trying to prove
Hummingbirds they love the taste
While I can't get a single date
I think they're starting to laugh at me
My sunflowers are narcissistic and I'm
Getting so sick of it
They make me feel like a total disgrace
But I'll wake up every morning
And hold my head high
I won't let those flowers beat me
I'll look em straight in the eye
and say nice try
Nice try
Labels:
From A Pine Box,
Joshua Bryan,
Lyrics,
My Sunflowers,
Poem,
Poem. Poetry,
Song
Sad Lady In The Sky With The Glowing Eye
Sad Lady In The Sky With The Glowing Eye
Lady moon is laying low.
Looking like she got no place to go.
I feel bad I can't help her tonight.
So I stare at her sad, sad glow.
Lady moon up in the sky.
Please don't let him see you cry.
Nothing is ever that bad.
And it all gets better with time.
Lady moon pick up your feet.
It's time for you to dance to a new beat.
The sun may seem so different.
But he's Just like you or me.
Lady moon don't be afraid.
His decision has already been made.
The sun has left the night behind.
While you always choose to stay.
Lady moon I been there myself.
Wishing they'd feel just how you felt.
So if I could give you just one tip.
Stop chasing the sun or you'll melt.
I Miss You, Love
I Miss You, Love
I miss all your funny smiles.
I miss the ways you caught my eyes.
I miss the house we used to dream about.
I miss the times you called my name out loud.
I miss you love, there is no doubt.
I miss the sheets we used to lay upon.
I miss the streets we used to travel on.
I miss the world we used to call our own.
I miss your voice on my telephone.
I miss you love, there'll be no other one.
I miss the hair you used to drown me in.
I miss the touch of your soft skin.
I miss the lips you used to bring my way.
I miss that sweet kiss every single day.
I miss you love, so what do you say.
I miss you love, let us be OK.
I miss you love, wipe these blues away.
I miss all your funny smiles.
I miss the ways you caught my eyes.
I miss the house we used to dream about.
I miss the times you called my name out loud.
I miss you love, there is no doubt.
I miss the sheets we used to lay upon.
I miss the streets we used to travel on.
I miss the world we used to call our own.
I miss your voice on my telephone.
I miss you love, there'll be no other one.
I miss the hair you used to drown me in.
I miss the touch of your soft skin.
I miss the lips you used to bring my way.
I miss that sweet kiss every single day.
I miss you love, so what do you say.
I miss you love, let us be OK.
I miss you love, wipe these blues away.
Labels:
From A Pine Box,
I Miss You Love,
Joshua Bryan,
Lyrics,
Poem. Poetry,
Song
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