I touch her hair. Her shoulders clench together and she stares at the ground. She looks like a stone bird. I am an iceberg. Everyday I float farther and farther out to sea. But that can't be. An iceberg feels no pain. An iceberg doesn't feel cold. I feel cold. I feel distant. There is no one. There is nothing. That's where I am. She won't look me in the eye anymore since I asked if I could kiss her. Even wanting turns her cold.
Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong, and it makes you feel so small because it's so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn't come back. You're left so alone that you can't explain.
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Sunday, November 8, 2009
so what if i never wanna be sober?
so what if i wanna be numb all the time?
I cant justify why I'd wanna go slower
taking my time just ain't my style, yeah
I'll walk dead or alive
I'll waste my time whenever I like
I'm feelin okay with my whiskey hangover
So what you cleaned your act up so far
so what if im pissing into the wind (again)?
Have you ever thought that I'm not who you are? (baby)
cause even when i lose i know how to win again and again
So sick of you preaching all the time
Just keep your shitty advice inside
Cause I'll suck on your dick
I'll waste my time whenever I like
I'm feelin ok with my whiskey hangover
oh yeah yeah
Cause I'll walk dead or alive
I'll waste my time whenever i like
I'm feelin ok with my whiskey hangover
oh yeah
Oh yeah!!
lets go!
One sip ain't gunna do shit
on the 2nd sip i begin to admit
that the 3rd one down is what makes me feel alright
and number 4 i slam down to the floor
by 5 im ready to fight all night
an then 6, 7, 8 to make me break your face sometimes
Cause I'll walk dead or alive
I'll waste my time whenever i like
Im feelin ok with my whiskey hangover
oh yeah yeah
cuz I'll walk dead or alive
I'll waste my time whenever i like
im feelin ok with my whiskey hangover
with my whiskey hangover
with my whiskey hangover
with my whiskey hangover
with my whiskey hangover
yeah
Posted by Monch at 1:07 AM 0 comments
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
My disposition is in a position for all to see.
Regretless for how it feels.
I got a bullet with a name on it.
Bullet with a name.
Because the cause for all, the pause you think you see
is really concentration on the steel.
I got a bullet with a name on it.
Bullet with a name.
See everybody watching and passing judgment
on every little move and decision I make.
How can I be an individual with the weight of the world
with 8 other planets to take?
and with everything happening
gunshots clapping and people all
running in every direction
with their hands up praying for the drama to end,
I got my hand out looking for some money to spend.
The price tags on the things I need are getting bigger by the day
I got a bullet with a name on it.
Bullet with a name.
The way I work so hard for things they just take away from me.
I got a bullet with a name on it.
Bullet with a name.
I'm working harder than a hundred black mules down in Mexico.
No water, no clouds, no cover,
from the hotter than Hell no dinner bell,
empty oven again from another bad opinion.
I mean who doesn't want the cars,
money, fame, attention, bars, honeys,
games, attention, stars?
Funny how we say we don't need it
then turn around and try to achieve it.
Everything that they say about me.
And everything that they make me need,
are nothing when they're taking everything away from me.
Everyone trying to make it harder
and everyone saying I would never be.
You're nothing but a name on the bullet that I aim...
The price tags on the things I need are getting bigger by the day
I got a bullet with a name on it.
Bullet with a name.
The way I work so hard for things they just take away from me.
I got a bullet with a name on it.
Bullet with a name.
You're nothing but a name on the bullet that I aim...
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Conversations with myself
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
ME.-
Taking the world on,
taking the world on by yourself.
When will you learn?
When will you learn all by yourself?
Runaway, it's the only way for you to stay alive.
MONCH.-
I'm not moving if you paid me.
That's the shit that's going to make me curl up inside and die.
ME.-
That's not the way to be talking, if you want to stay alive.
MONCH.-
That's a chance that I'm taking.
It's the only way to make me satisfied with my life.
ME.-
Code Red.
Calling for Code Red.
Don't let the enemy in.
His solution is not the only end.
Code Red.
Calling for Code Red.
ME.-
Taking the world on,
taking the world on by yourself.
When will you learn the world is on your side?
Taking the world on,
taking the world on by yourself.
It's a battle you finally won,
when you saw the struggle shared by everyone.
ME.-
Just like you... I am... just like you, I am.
MONCH.-
That's impossible, look at where you're from.
Look at all the battles I lost.
Look at all the battles I should have won.
ME.-
I understand... I do... I understand like you're suposed to.
MONCH.-
That's impossible, how are you suposed to?
There's a million ways, second chances,
wrong impressions, second glances.
ME.-
Code Red.
Calling for Code Red.
Don't let the enemy in.
His solution is not the only end.
Code Red.
Calling for Code Red.
Taking the world on,
taking the world on by yourself.
When will you learn the world is on your side?
Taking the world on,
taking the world on by yourself.
It's a battle you finally won,
when you saw the struggle shared by everyone.
I'm calling for...
Posted by Monch at 4:46 AM 0 comments
Monday, May 25, 2009
Can't we just drive away
And forget about yesterday by tomorrow
She says my heart is a spinning wheel
It never slows down to heal from the sorrow
She says well I know what I want
One time I wanna be the hero baby
One time I wanna be who you adore
One time when you look at me again
Like I'm more than just a friend
This time
Just one time
Trying to forget the past
Keep dropping away so fast from the real you
He says I'm tired of the circumstance
Now I'm asking for one more chance for a clear view
He says now I know what I want
One time I wanna be the hero baby
One time I wanna be who you adore
One time when you look at me again
Like I'm more than just a friend
This time
Just one time
All this time been running around
Been looking around
And you've been standing right in front of my face
Those times spent running away
At the end of the day you can't just replace
What we need isn't lost
It lay's right in this space
'Cause you were always there
Posted by Monch at 7:19 AM 0 comments
Monday, January 12, 2009
Hope is unborn memories
Untreatable Disease
Broken ties are crashing in
around me
Home is supposed to be safe
If the future's on the take
Then these plans could hardly
count as fate
You were right
Hope is a mortal enemy
Its got me on my knees
Bound and gagged and
begging for mercy
Home is never far away
At the bottom of a grave
Left for dead and finally
found it's place
You were right
Hope is knowing this won't last
that the memories will pass
And the future is all you'll ever have
Home is destroyed by consequence
A means to finally end
Burn it out and let it live again
You were right
You were right to find your own way
Left behind I'll follow someday
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