Sometimes I’m consumed
By emotions I’d rather be without
Sometimes it’s just too much
Start a fire, block it out
The smoke rises and curls
Creeping into every space
The ashes kindle and burn
In an almost nefarious grace
Illuminating, incandescent
It cannot be ignored
Continuing to flicker and flash
One step closer, I’m moving forward
"Kassandra Ambriz
and I’ll always be hoping
that it shines on me."
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
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Our Song | The Spill Canvas
Be kind when you rewind the story of the two of us
Sometimes you wish it was a little more mysterious
When you look at me with your cinematic eyes
I wanna play the part but I’m messing up the lines
(via miri1216)
One Foot | Fun.
I’m standing in Brooklyn just waiting for something to happen.
I can’t help but love thinking that everyone doesn’t get it.
To my left there’s a window.
Where did I go?
My reflection just blends in to rows of clothes and bad ideas, but ideas nonetheless in a song.
I put one foot in front of the other one.
I don’t need a new love or a new life just a better place to die.
I put one foot in front of the other one.
I don’t need a new love or a new life just a better place to die.
I put one foot in front of the other one.
I don’t need a new love or a new life just a better place to die.
I happen to stumble upon a chapel last night.
And I can’t help but back up when I think of what happens inside.
I got friends locked in boxes, that’s no way to live.
But you call it a sin. Isn’t up to them.
After all, after all I thought we were all your children,
But I will die for my own sins thanks a lot.
We’ll raise up ourselves thanks for nothing at all, so up off the ground up for fathers who are nothing but dust now.
I put one foot in front of the other one.
I don’t need a new love or a new life just a better place to die.
I put one foot in front of the other one.
I don’t need a new love or a new life just a better place to die.
Maybe I should learn to shut my mouth.
I am over twenty-five and I can’t make a name for myself some nights I break down and cry
I’m lucky that my father’s still alive he’s been fighting all his life and if this is all I’ve ever known then may his soul live on forever in my song.
I put one foot in front of the other one.
I don’t need a new love or a new life just a better place to die.
I put one foot in front of the other one.
I don’t need a new love or a new life just a better place to die.
In front of the other one
In front of the other one
Just a better place to die.
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Regina Spektor | Small Town Moon
She still got it.
(Source: indomita, via whimsicalwhispers)
