TheSilenceOfMe

TheSilenceOfMe My flip board map

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TheSilenceOfMe

My flip board map

TheSilenceOfMe

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TheSilenceOfMe

stampdat: Bastille // Pompeii

Mon, 11 Feb 2013 00:37:53 -0500

stampdat:

Bastille // Pompeii

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Sun, 10 Feb 2013 23:59:30 -0500

some old art

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some old art

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Failing at failure The elegance of words, Lost in hate Weak minded Dark soul Innately...

Sun, 10 Feb 2013 23:53:00 -0500

Failing at failure

The elegance of words,

Lost in hate

Weak minded

Dark soul

Innately lying

Intuitive crying

Flashes of things I can’t imagine

She rings out that I am puddle of nothing

Working towards…

Working with…

Positive complexity

I am tripping on words

Trying to make her see that my love is genuine

I say that over and over as we face the end

Dreams of that look in your eyes

That feeling of respect

That feeling of “we”

All I am going to have left are these writes

As she changes everything from “we” to “she”

And dots her “I’s” and crosses her “t’s” with the past tense

Resigning that this is her only present

Absence on the horizon

I shatter love forever

Watching shards sink in the Allegeny

The water connecting them forever

No matter how far your mind sets sail

No matter how much you hate me while we sink

I will always respect and love you with the present tense of “forever”.

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Sun, 10 Feb 2013 23:50:23 -0500

...so I prepared a quiz for you:

Sun, 02 Jan 2011 16:52:00 -0500

…”Would you freak out if I said I liked you?
Do you walk the line?
Is your IQ higher than your neighbour’s?
And is it very much higher than mine?

Can you sleep when I grind my teeth?
Do you look away if I slob when I eat?
Will you let me be myself?
Can you at all times wear socks?
because I’m still scared of feet

Do you talk in the middle of Seinfeld?
Do you read more than two books a month?
Do you get racist or sexist when you’ve had a few?
Is it fine if I make more money than you?

Have you slept with any people I work with?
Is there anyone you’d rather wish I’d be?
Do you still keep pictures of old girlfriends?
Are they prettier than me?

And if I’d fall, would you pick me up?…”

- Hello Saferide

"They don’t bother you, well they don’t bother me Engine too loud in this brand new..."

Fri, 31 Dec 2010 14:47:12 -0500

“They don’t bother you, well they don’t bother me
Engine too loud in this brand new Ferrari V
So we couldn’t hear the haters anyway, pardon me
Girls say I’m one of the biggest hearbreakers arguably
Cupid shoot arrows but this girl make my heart bleed
I swear to God if I die she could make my heart beat
Beat, please resuscitate a G
Give me mouth-to-mouth or even give me south-to mouth
Damn ‘cause you don’t know what she do to me
She could kill my soul only thing left is a eulogy
She so hot and ain’t another brother cool as me
To get her cold as me I think I gotta buy her jewelry
What she do to me”

- Jim Jones

Wrong Lies

Sun, 26 Dec 2010 02:12:00 -0500

Wrong lies

Landmark fuck ups

Smearing my actions on a make believe canvas

Lips dry and aching

The winter’s cold parallels my heart,

heavy with short days

a warm bed

a cold floor

I am infatuated with my darkness

Selfish it is in fruition

Blinding the light with letters on my typewriter

Letters to,

blind friends and dead lovers

innate with a visible reflection of my present

The water is getting clearer

I can see myself

The age of old approaches faster with each breath

The friends pick you now… not the other way around

The girls leave with my blessing and a sigh of relief

Amidst it all I think out loud to my friends,

Happy is my constant and love is my bond

Broken so easily

But

Ticklishly strong…

-NS

Fingerless

Wed, 17 Nov 2010 00:39:15 -0500

It seems I have lost my touch

The words are all coming out wrong

I miss the petty thieves of the dawn

I watch spirals of nature catch air

I chase after her

In some dark crevice of the next door neighbors mind

I am see through in speculation

Complicated in contact

In league with the rain

Rebellion and revolution,

our words on a cake

topped with a cherry made of poison

propaganda cartoons

a revolver and a coin toss

reasons resistance

Premeditated silhouettes exacting revenge

me- thoughts that turn into ink

Crazy- Areosmith Video aka my childhood dream girls

Sun, 24 Oct 2010 11:44:23 -0400

Crazy- Areosmith Video aka my childhood dream girls

Mr. Siegal -T. Waits Best Lyrics Ever

Sun, 24 Oct 2010 10:45:22 -0400

I spent all my money in a mexican whorehouse,
across the street from a catholic church,
and then i wiped off my revolver,
and i buttoned up my burgundy shirt,
i shot the morning in the back,
with my red wings on,
i told the sun he’d better go back down,
and if i can find a book of matches,
i’m goin’ to burn this hotel down.

you got to tell me brave captain,
why are the wicked so strong,
how do the angels get to sleep,
when the devil leaves the porchlight on.

well i dropped thirty grand on the nugget slots,
i had to sell my ass on fremont street,
and the drummer said there’s sanctuary,
over at the bagdad room,
and now it’s one for the money, two for the show,
three to get ready, and go man go,
i said tell me mr. siegel,
how do i get out of here.

well willard’s knocked out on a bottle of heat,
drivin’ dangerous curves across the dirty sheets,
he said man you ought to see her,
when her parents are gone,
man you ought to hear her when the siren’s on.
you got to tell me brave captain,
why are the wicked so strong,
how do the angels get to sleep,
when the devil leaves the porchlight on.

don’t you know that ain’t no broken bottle,
that i picked up in my headlights,
on the other side of the nevada line,
where they live hard die young,
nd have a good lookin’ corpse every time,
well the pit-boss said i should keep movin’,
this is where you go when you die,
and so i shot a black beauty,
and i kissed her right between the eyes.

well willard’s knocked out on a bottle of heat,
drivin’ dangerous curves across the dirty sheets,
he said when the bitch is wound up,
when her parents are gone,
man you ought to hear her when the siren’s on.

you got to tell me brave captain,
why are the wicked so strong,
how do the angels get to sleep,
when the devil leaves the porchlight on.

Creampuff

Wed, 13 Oct 2010 13:59:18 -0400

All these seconds in years

still feeling like yesterday

yearning for the tomorrow

craving expectancy of today

when your blushing fingertips

caress burning territories

sinking bliss into my heart

synchronising internal stars.

I fold myself between sheets

gather in my mind

open hope in my dreams

centre of everything

force of four seasons.

Entwined limbs toss

on crisp winter’s day

with flowing of waves

seeking every pleasure

under God’s umbrella

absorbing blinding rays

of all the memories

keepsakes for old age

when mind might fail

to extract precious tale

of who I am when I rest

Your smile has turned my corners

in your arms lies every answer

every passing moment shelters

the beauty I carry within myself

Winter is no longer bitter

heat of summer thaws my heart

Autumn days I greet no parting

but embrace every shattered star

while waiting arrival of spring and March

remembering day you came

And earth

rotated

begin

brand

new

start

entwined we are every season

love brings rising freedom

you carry me through darkness

along the brittle boulevard of life

no longer decipher

or turn in the knife

laid down heavy heart

shut door on pain past

as we spin in our hourglass

inside freedom of every hour

day and night, night and day

melting in minutes, seconds, hours

of all our binding tomorrows

until in memory we become immortal.

"I spend my days, cleaning rat cages, filling rat bowls with food, writing raps and asnwering 100633..."

Fri, 08 Oct 2010 08:35:31 -0400

“I spend my days, cleaning rat cages, filling rat bowls with food, writing raps and asnwering 100633 questions about Die Antwoord to strange people on the phone. is this ok?”

- YO-LANDI VI$$ER

"In the grey area of being high I resemble myself in someone’s perspective I feel like if I go into..."

Sat, 02 Oct 2010 23:36:24 -0400

“In the grey area of being high
I resemble myself in someone’s perspective
I feel like if I go into the world,
I gave up.
Maybe I am inside out.
I left person after person without a hand to grip to any longer
For myself.
Selflessness lost in entitlement
Tears and plan B
Rain in the wind
Everlasting dim
Rile to exist
Flee for your imagination
Be what I wanted you to be this time
Be my green star”

- NS