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A Meaning I’ll take to the Grave.
There’s something special about a song
That suddenly stops but never ends
There’s something blue about a melody
That takes awhile to put a cleanse.
Where the music comes to start,
But never truly leaves a mark
At least not anymore,
As seen by the new shores
That we throw garbage and trash away
While they are similar, they aren’t to mash anyways.
And that’s a meaning I’ll take to the grave.
The birds outside fly overhead
Throughout the night, the flies never leave my bed
That those things I see aren’t fair,
But nobody ever cares.
We see the world as nothing new,
Just repeated delusions with nothing to lose
At least not anymore
As we’ve seen so many times while dragging chores
That they give up so easily
While there’s hardly a difference in people, we ridicule anyways
And that’s a meaning I’ll take to the grave.
People must understand
That the people who run it are as terrible as the land
The planets of Venus, Neptune and Mars
We aren’t going to make it too far.
So there’s a star beyond the universe who asks,
“Who’s going to make the last dance?”,
Song and melody
And rhythm and remedie.
So whatever, we whatever anyways
And persevere through the hardest days
Rotting food and meat
While they force us to beat
Each other up and die
Dominating the world we see and lie,
But apparently, it doesn’t matter anyways
And that’s a meaning I’ll take to the grave.
Sketchy Sunny
It’ll work out in the end
Don’t put yourself at a bend
Don’t let me down
Keep your feet on the ground
You’ve gotten so far,
So remember to let yourself free
Sketchy Sunny, set your mind to me.
Everything will be alright in the end
Don’t let it put you down
Get rid of everything that’ll make you frown
Follow your dreams
And remember you’ll always be with me
Sketchy Sunny, let your kind be free.
And if you ever see it won’t follow through
The pattern you wanted was on the loose
That you’re so tired you can’t even follow your dreams
Nor get out of bed, what’s deemed to be
Remember that you’ll be in someone’s heart
Sketchy Sunny, don’t let it rip you apart.
Devastation and The Unnatural Melancholy
Devastation…
The world will never understand
That we are all part of man
That women should be equal with men
And it shouldn’t matter where you stand.
Melancholy…
Where we begin and where we were before
To see how she feels on this unforgiving shore
That she is ready to drown, ready to die
Who’s going to save her and give her their time?…
Devastation and The Unnatural Melancholy
Give me life, give me strength
Give me everything that isn’t annoying my face
My tortured heart, my beating soul
The world’s spins out of control.
Devastation and the unnatural melancholy
The cure to my sickness is only a mile away
But the splitters still reclaim
The medicine for melancholy, the devastation that remains
Restoration and The Natural Jolly…
Devastation and The Unnatural Melancholy.
The Girl Past The Sidewalk
There's black sludge on the ceiling
Ants all over the bathroom sink and floor
And mold that starts to succeed and thrive as a colony even more.
But there's a girl past the sidewalk
Living in a home that is worse
That gives me hope, I'm not alone in this curse.
The girl past the sidewalk smokes as she looks forward
Lower as she stares at me.
There's hornets in the garage of my deteriorating home
Pipes that leak evolving sludge over the garden gnomes
There's rotten food that is only close to a biohazard
And glass all over the floor, shattered.
But the girl across the street persist
That her home is better than this
And the boys giggle and cover their noses when they pass her shack
That's less of a home than a nick nack.
A shack that produces more of a foul oder than a blood soaked needle
Which forms crystals, garlic that disturbs the people
And more of a biohazard that is likely to be left behind
It's a whole great disaster that's getting worse with time.
Disease written rats and flies
Thicker than the smell that will only rise
But the girl past the sidewalk still insist
That my home is a marvel compared to what she persists.
To Believe I Told Schizo Guy What I Thought That Day.
Call him “Schizo Guy”
I’m sure that’s what he wants to hear
Day in and day out
Taking shots of beer
Schizo Guy, ‘O Schizo Guy
Going to bed while shedding tears
The people talking to you in your ear
Making fun of your delusional thinking
Believing they are beyond your drinking
Schizo Guy, ‘O Schizo Guy
The girl of your dreams, you have to meet
Leaving you for an ugly man
Laying on a blood soaked mattress is the least bad thing for you this week
“Maybe trying tomorrow wouldn’t be so bad"
“If only you wouldn’t get so mad”
Schizo Guy, ‘O Schizo Guy
Don’t let them put you down
Tell the voices to quiet down
Tell the shadows they are no longer a bore
Tell the girl of your dreams you love her way more
Even if your condition might only get worse
Try to make the best of this curse
Schizo Guy, ‘O Schizo Guy
Try your best for your own sake
“How much time will it take?”
Only you can understand him
Maybe you might win
Schizo Guy, ‘O Schizo Guy
And maybe it’ll be the only sane thing to live by.
Have You Seen This Star?
Have you seen a star,
Small but brighter than anything in our known mass
A star stronger than man?
Have you seen this star?
Closer to Jupiter than Mars
Unlike my own from his to mine
This star is divine!
Have you seen a star?
I bet you have
But was it that one in particular?
Eventually, it'll break down.
With its super nova power crown
Radiation kills us all
And I'm ready for my naked body to be baked
Like fresh pies and cake
Have you seen this star?
It'll live on forever, at least in our minds
It was eternal, but decreased with time.
Still left a mark on our world
It's barely being heard.
Top to bottom of the hierarchy of hext
It's ready for the blackhole next.
a4b4, 9604
I remember back when she died
I felt nothing at all, nothing inside
My brain melted, rotting with flies
Who eat my skinny body while I cry, countless of tries.
I remember back when I cried
Only guy who bothered to keep me alive
You could've said "yes", you could've lied
And maybe if you did, I would've gaven life a second try.
(I remember how you used to talk
When singing new literature at the tree stock
As he followed me around and stalked
All I wanted to do was simply walk.)
I'll remember the feeling of the crime scene place
Either calm or bloodied, with the same tired face
You'll decide to seel up my lazy remains
As I continue to decay until my body breaks.
Bye, Bye
Mr. Oregon Guy
Who showed we will connect in times of dread
Who lead us to victory in moments of wanting to go to bed
Hi, Hi
Mr. Oregon Guy
You sparkle and shine
You never committed a crime
Morning, Morning
Mr. Oregon, we’re mourning
We are in a state of sadness and war
We are in a world of pain and other painful mores
So today’s the day the world dies,
Goodbye, Goodbye
Mr. Oregon Guy.
"People You May Know."
You showed up on my "People You May Know"
But you died long ago
Back in late October, 1989
We didn't even have such technology at the time
I friended you, said "Hi"
But it was just a simple lie
It was just another figment of my imagination
If you're reading this, I remember when you were struck in the head
I was just hallucinating your presence once again.
Valentine's Day.
Every year there's a special day
Where two come together and try to become one
Where the embarrassed try to run...
Where I can't see you at school anymore
So I left you a message on my telephone, hoping you'll answer the door
Wanting to be your valentine...
At first you were nice
But indifferent to the idea of being mine
But whatever, maybe I'll give next year a try
Maybe after a couple of years and some time
You'll finally want to be my Valentine.
Leeches on my Wall.
I've survived countless attempts to get these damn things off
The leeches, the leeches on my wall.
They appear when I'm alone and afraid
Slowly climbing to show that it's their domain
They suck all my blood out my skin
Until I'm limp and dyingly slim...
Slender, barely even tall
I keep saying, "Now's the time to get these leeches off my wall."
Once I get rid of those leeches that take my blood
I can finally rest after the job is done
Expect I couldn't, once their gone my vision fades
Maybe they took too much blood?
Maybe I failed to leave them outside in the mud...
So in the darkness of night I cry
But at least the leeches are gone, gone with time.
There’s something special about a song
That suddenly stops but never ends
There’s something blue about a melody
That takes awhile to put a cleanse.
Where the music comes to start,
But never truly leaves a mark
At least not anymore,
As seen by the new shores
That we throw garbage and trash away
While they are similar, they aren’t to mash anyways.
And that’s a meaning I’ll take to the grave.
The birds outside fly overhead
Throughout the night, the flies never leave my bed
That those things I see aren’t fair,
But nobody ever cares.
We see the world as nothing new,
Just repeated delusions with nothing to lose
At least not anymore
As we’ve seen so many times while dragging chores
That they give up so easily
While there’s hardly a difference in people, we ridicule anyways
And that’s a meaning I’ll take to the grave.
People must understand
That the people who run it are as terrible as the land
The planets of Venus, Neptune and Mars
We aren’t going to make it too far.
So there’s a star beyond the universe who asks,
“Who’s going to make the last dance?”,
Song and melody
And rhythm and remedie.
So whatever, we whatever anyways
And persevere through the hardest days
Rotting food and meat
While they force us to beat
Each other up and die
Dominating the world we see and lie,
But apparently, it doesn’t matter anyways
And that’s a meaning I’ll take to the grave.
Sketchy Sunny
It’ll work out in the end
Don’t put yourself at a bend
Don’t let me down
Keep your feet on the ground
You’ve gotten so far,
So remember to let yourself free
Sketchy Sunny, set your mind to me.
Everything will be alright in the end
Don’t let it put you down
Get rid of everything that’ll make you frown
Follow your dreams
And remember you’ll always be with me
Sketchy Sunny, let your kind be free.
And if you ever see it won’t follow through
The pattern you wanted was on the loose
That you’re so tired you can’t even follow your dreams
Nor get out of bed, what’s deemed to be
Remember that you’ll be in someone’s heart
Sketchy Sunny, don’t let it rip you apart.
Devastation and The Unnatural Melancholy
Devastation…
The world will never understand
That we are all part of man
That women should be equal with men
And it shouldn’t matter where you stand.
Melancholy…
Where we begin and where we were before
To see how she feels on this unforgiving shore
That she is ready to drown, ready to die
Who’s going to save her and give her their time?…
Devastation and The Unnatural Melancholy
Give me life, give me strength
Give me everything that isn’t annoying my face
My tortured heart, my beating soul
The world’s spins out of control.
Devastation and the unnatural melancholy
The cure to my sickness is only a mile away
But the splitters still reclaim
The medicine for melancholy, the devastation that remains
Restoration and The Natural Jolly…
Devastation and The Unnatural Melancholy.
The Girl Past The Sidewalk
There's black sludge on the ceiling
Ants all over the bathroom sink and floor
And mold that starts to succeed and thrive as a colony even more.
But there's a girl past the sidewalk
Living in a home that is worse
That gives me hope, I'm not alone in this curse.
The girl past the sidewalk smokes as she looks forward
Lower as she stares at me.
There's hornets in the garage of my deteriorating home
Pipes that leak evolving sludge over the garden gnomes
There's rotten food that is only close to a biohazard
And glass all over the floor, shattered.
But the girl across the street persist
That her home is better than this
And the boys giggle and cover their noses when they pass her shack
That's less of a home than a nick nack.
A shack that produces more of a foul oder than a blood soaked needle
Which forms crystals, garlic that disturbs the people
And more of a biohazard that is likely to be left behind
It's a whole great disaster that's getting worse with time.
Disease written rats and flies
Thicker than the smell that will only rise
But the girl past the sidewalk still insist
That my home is a marvel compared to what she persists.
To Believe I Told Schizo Guy What I Thought That Day.
Call him “Schizo Guy”
I’m sure that’s what he wants to hear
Day in and day out
Taking shots of beer
Schizo Guy, ‘O Schizo Guy
Going to bed while shedding tears
The people talking to you in your ear
Making fun of your delusional thinking
Believing they are beyond your drinking
Schizo Guy, ‘O Schizo Guy
The girl of your dreams, you have to meet
Leaving you for an ugly man
Laying on a blood soaked mattress is the least bad thing for you this week
“Maybe trying tomorrow wouldn’t be so bad"
“If only you wouldn’t get so mad”
Schizo Guy, ‘O Schizo Guy
Don’t let them put you down
Tell the voices to quiet down
Tell the shadows they are no longer a bore
Tell the girl of your dreams you love her way more
Even if your condition might only get worse
Try to make the best of this curse
Schizo Guy, ‘O Schizo Guy
Try your best for your own sake
“How much time will it take?”
Only you can understand him
Maybe you might win
Schizo Guy, ‘O Schizo Guy
And maybe it’ll be the only sane thing to live by.
Have You Seen This Star?
Have you seen a star,
Small but brighter than anything in our known mass
A star stronger than man?
Have you seen this star?
Closer to Jupiter than Mars
Unlike my own from his to mine
This star is divine!
Have you seen a star?
I bet you have
But was it that one in particular?
Eventually, it'll break down.
With its super nova power crown
Radiation kills us all
And I'm ready for my naked body to be baked
Like fresh pies and cake
Have you seen this star?
It'll live on forever, at least in our minds
It was eternal, but decreased with time.
Still left a mark on our world
It's barely being heard.
Top to bottom of the hierarchy of hext
It's ready for the blackhole next.
a4b4, 9604
I remember back when she died
I felt nothing at all, nothing inside
My brain melted, rotting with flies
Who eat my skinny body while I cry, countless of tries.
I remember back when I cried
Only guy who bothered to keep me alive
You could've said "yes", you could've lied
And maybe if you did, I would've gaven life a second try.
(I remember how you used to talk
When singing new literature at the tree stock
As he followed me around and stalked
All I wanted to do was simply walk.)
I'll remember the feeling of the crime scene place
Either calm or bloodied, with the same tired face
You'll decide to seel up my lazy remains
As I continue to decay until my body breaks.
Shorter Poems
Oregon GuyBye, Bye
Mr. Oregon Guy
Who showed we will connect in times of dread
Who lead us to victory in moments of wanting to go to bed
Hi, Hi
Mr. Oregon Guy
You sparkle and shine
You never committed a crime
Morning, Morning
Mr. Oregon, we’re mourning
We are in a state of sadness and war
We are in a world of pain and other painful mores
So today’s the day the world dies,
Goodbye, Goodbye
Mr. Oregon Guy.
"People You May Know."
You showed up on my "People You May Know"
But you died long ago
Back in late October, 1989
We didn't even have such technology at the time
I friended you, said "Hi"
But it was just a simple lie
It was just another figment of my imagination
If you're reading this, I remember when you were struck in the head
I was just hallucinating your presence once again.
Valentine's Day.
Every year there's a special day
Where two come together and try to become one
Where the embarrassed try to run...
Where I can't see you at school anymore
So I left you a message on my telephone, hoping you'll answer the door
Wanting to be your valentine...
At first you were nice
But indifferent to the idea of being mine
But whatever, maybe I'll give next year a try
Maybe after a couple of years and some time
You'll finally want to be my Valentine.
Leeches on my Wall.
I've survived countless attempts to get these damn things off
The leeches, the leeches on my wall.
They appear when I'm alone and afraid
Slowly climbing to show that it's their domain
They suck all my blood out my skin
Until I'm limp and dyingly slim...
Slender, barely even tall
I keep saying, "Now's the time to get these leeches off my wall."
Once I get rid of those leeches that take my blood
I can finally rest after the job is done
Expect I couldn't, once their gone my vision fades
Maybe they took too much blood?
Maybe I failed to leave them outside in the mud...
So in the darkness of night I cry
But at least the leeches are gone, gone with time.
all works made by Caroline "Wayne" Morales