Just wanted to start a thread for those of us with something at heart that needs expression. Do your worst...
Critiscism free, no hesitation. Think of it as your local beatnik corner lol. I would genuinely love to see the artistic expression of those who lean in that direction.
Half-mast salutes make me bend.
I'm in danger and smiling.
But the only cure is a haphazard lulllaby.
The only fuel that started this is found in a basement no heart wants to see.
But come on, I'm not that dark or dank. How often have I slipped you my tongue?
How much debris have I blocked?
Your heart owes me.
You owe me the least amount expected and I don't keep a roll call.
So feel privileged.
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I've been alone in Texas
I've been desperate for fear
'Cause the thought of love sneaks up and tells me what I want is clear
But I'm at home in Delmar
In a Kevlar suit
With a basket of hate that delves too far into original sin
Can you come home now?
Can you humor my growth?
'Cause as the Devil, I grow.
And innate within me is the honey I owe
And the love that you sow
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My disasters, they scatter and fray.
I leave ghosts be.
Every care that matters starts to breathe free for me.
I've adjusted the response of a recoil gone wrong, and it hangs in elegance.
Beauty stops and stares at my sharp tooth. It begs for repentance.
I see it's eyes and I shake.
I smell it's aura and I bark.
I crawl to it and remember the embrace I shook for.
I don't want the warmth.
I want to roar into the void and shoot it's emptiness into the dirt.
How else does a coward suffer?
How else does a martyr make his name?
Critiscism free, no hesitation. Think of it as your local beatnik corner lol. I would genuinely love to see the artistic expression of those who lean in that direction.
Half-mast salutes make me bend.
I'm in danger and smiling.
But the only cure is a haphazard lulllaby.
The only fuel that started this is found in a basement no heart wants to see.
But come on, I'm not that dark or dank. How often have I slipped you my tongue?
How much debris have I blocked?
Your heart owes me.
You owe me the least amount expected and I don't keep a roll call.
So feel privileged.
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I've been alone in Texas
I've been desperate for fear
'Cause the thought of love sneaks up and tells me what I want is clear
But I'm at home in Delmar
In a Kevlar suit
With a basket of hate that delves too far into original sin
Can you come home now?
Can you humor my growth?
'Cause as the Devil, I grow.
And innate within me is the honey I owe
And the love that you sow
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My disasters, they scatter and fray.
I leave ghosts be.
Every care that matters starts to breathe free for me.
I've adjusted the response of a recoil gone wrong, and it hangs in elegance.
Beauty stops and stares at my sharp tooth. It begs for repentance.
I see it's eyes and I shake.
I smell it's aura and I bark.
I crawl to it and remember the embrace I shook for.
I don't want the warmth.
I want to roar into the void and shoot it's emptiness into the dirt.
How else does a coward suffer?
How else does a martyr make his name?
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