myusikah

myusikah

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cone

Cone shape on my head Cone shape in my bed...a party hat, you drunken idiot! Cone shape in my hand globular ice cream in the sand. Well, thanks. Cone-shaped cups can never stand Not even on a hollowed night stand

bottles bottles lined up on a shelf green and blue and purple filled with wine and poison one leads you forward one leads you behind through the black and purple flames. choose wisely. logic.

Purity. Stay Clean. Valentine's Day.

It sucks. But it's also good. It shapes us, but sometimes too much. Leaves no room for growth...because it tears us down when it gets the chance. It quits while it's ahead. Society means well, but it has no idea what it does, what damage it creates, and what it has failed to repair.

Rolling, rolling, rolling down a hill full of water, don't let it spill Full of beer, a keg of wine Bang, bang, bang, bang, goes the gun. Don't drink and drive.

five

Five days of the week, working Five weeks to live Vacation Five notes on five black and white keys Sharps, Flats, shifting pieces Stop.

Hush. It's quiet, it's dark, and I'm reading. I'm doing work, I'm studying... I don't want to do this; I feel so lazy. But hush. The toddlers are in the corner, crying, and the snooty librarian goes, "Shhhh!" Libraries are for all kinds of people.

zone

In the zone on a roll drop and kick dont be sick cause then you'll miss it you'll hate it you'll wish that you can fight it it's a game fight the pain don't be lame; get up and walk start to talk don't let yourself be chained.

I'm the type of person who needs approval for everything I do. Whether it be my friends', my parents'... It really sucks because I never really have the courage to do what I want to do. And so I sort of limit myself...

"Shh," I say Don't say a word Not a sliver of a sound slipping silently through the corners of your mouth Words are slippery silver mist shining through rays of the sun and people can catch them and they echo and bounce about so don't say a word don't sigh your soft regrets nor sing your sad songs but soar through the sky when the searing pain is finally over.

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