

Momma SaidMomma Said: Oh, Mr. McCarthy sir, could you teach me a thing or two about the things you've seen the places you've been and the people you never knew about the hours you've clocked from the miles you've walked while wearing other men's shoes and how their souls felt weak and worn from years of use from walking the roads they've been dealt with destination in mind or on the wings of goodbye and Momma could you teach me a thing or two to pass along to the places I'm walking throughMomma Said


eh?Ok, so the words you say to me really just come in one ear, and hit a wall. And all I can see are you lips moving. But the only thing I can hear is my imagination, making you say things I actually want to hear. So really all I can hear is “I love you” or “God, I don’t know what I would do with out you”. But reality eventually sets back in and your lips are back to talking about how you cant believe this or that, or who did what. The kind of facts I can store up and let out later, to appease you or impress someone who doesn’t know such trivial social faceh?


With My Eyes ClosedWith my eyes closed I feel so tall with my eyes closed my fear is small with the world beneath me nothing can reach me but when I open my eyes and I shrink in size with my eyes closed I can’t see my fears and when my senses control my mouth and my ears with my eyes closed I can be courageous and brave but with my eyes open I wouldn’t ever misbehave with my eyes open, I’m something real with my eyes closed I feel so tall, but that’s all I feel with my eyes closed I feel so tall with my eyes closed I’m not anything at allWith My Eyes Closed


Our StoryTell me a story About nothing that's true Where white is as black as the day And we labor under a blistering moon And now tell me a tale Of a boy and a girl And a hero in one of their hearts Now take what you told And look to your soul For a truth in the words you wrote In my ears as I hung Upon the edge of every word spoke Now tell me a story you think I'd like to hear And you can lie all the lies, and tell all the truths And I'll tell you a story, you tell me the end And I'll tell you the story of me and youOur Story


reasons you should listen.i. because you are the reason i want to give up sometimes. because i'll never be as wonderful as you, and i feel like a piece of nothing compared to you. but you are the one holding my hand and pushing me forward, gently,reasons you should listen.
and suddenly, you are the reason i keep trying.
ii. because i don't speak often. because this is a piece of me i'm afraid to show.
iii. have you ever felt like giving up? like you're the gum stuck on someone's shoe, and they only want to be rid of you?
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please don't allow your voice to fade.
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we will fold and freeze together far away from here.--
[kmw]
as it was meant to be - bokonon (vonnegut's cat's cradle)
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i like to
put haikus where they
don't belong.
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wishes bounce me weightless.
the infa-red scope of pointlessness.
maybe that's a bit mean.
i'd get the picture, though.
<3
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wishes bounce me weightless.
the infa-red scope of pointlessness.
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