A-Velacour

bright in the eyes, before, you were mine. some things in between, but we knew we would survive. the hearts that came between were bleeding at best. to think about what has perspired, between you, and I, is not on my mind, no, it's not at any time. it's hard enough to think about where you're going but it's harder to think about where you've been I've cried every time, because of what you're pursuing, not me, the one you gave everything to, your anchor, and the holder of your heart. it's hard enough to bleed alone. sitting at home some nights breathing slow it's hard to believe that you moved on so quickly, while I am three-quar

With a freshly layered haircut, I step around the people standing in the middle of my usual route, through the hallway. The usual people are there. The bland carpet makes way as an opener for my day. "Nothing special will happen today." I'm used to it. I see the same thing I normally see, in the same people's eyes. "I may act like I care, but I really don't." They look at their friends like they're interested, but they care more about what's going on in their lives. Every day, I seem to wonder more and more where this world is going, these days. What's going on with the people in it? It seems that they have no interest in what other people th

In the days that had followed, my soul yet came up borrowed, and yet my scarf and cardigan kept me warm til the very end. my back had been stabbed by a double-edged sword. a passionate touch on the lips was against a move forward. I couldn't move on this time, but I won't beg anymore. I will begin to let go of you, maybe you'll miss me too. so my guitar, my witness give me one last kiss, dear I'll burn away into your eyes and I'll lose everything.

Oh, how poetic it must have seemed to see me bleed in the middle of the street with in your hand a sophisticated daquiri oh how you wish you could be me leaving it all on the ground with butts from your habit around oh my tears dropping from my eyes and a pair of sunglasses as your disguise at the restaurant where we met with the martini that really never meant anything to you or I or the situation but all you are is a contradiction as the river overflooded from your god complex I bled out from my heart that you broke with your reflex I will never take you back after this jest I will never be your best friend again da-na-na-na

a mixed drink made of tears and some dumb lyrics a vicodin and the numbness that came with I guess I lost my fear of all of the drugs and that shit but there were just limits I couldn't miss but then I met her, yeah, then I met someone real. but something odd occurred, following her, I wore out my heels and I had to stop walking, I lost her while she was frolicking. however, the flowers were so beautiful and the moment so serene if you asked me why I stopped I'd say because I had to enjoy the distance in-between. so I'll watch you skip away and in your joy, I'll rue the day you wouldn't stop and wait for me but at least you

So, as the sweat trickled from my forehead in this darkened room, with all the doors shut and a fire raging outside, I picked up my guitar. I played. it seemed that the parasite had finally shut me into my own nightmare, and here I was to draw from it. I had no chance. Love had no hope left. I had one bleak hope that someone would save me, but it wouldn't happen. So I picked up my Greg Bennet and played the most romantic love song I knew. And something miraculous happened. I grew the strength to get up and walk to the door. I opened it, and I walked through the fire to the neck of the parasite that had harmed me for so long. I dug my nails i

In the past centuries, I guess we've lost quite a bit. Since the parasitic form had taken our continent, our people have grown pale and livid. Emotionless, with all of their mouths hanging open, taking whatever they can get of anything. And, I mean anything. I won't go into gory details, but it's a mess here. I hear it's the same everywhere else, but I'm just going to worry about myself. Love seems nonexistant now, I'm one of the few left with the memory of something real that has feeling. I guess I'm alone, too. My lover has lost all of her sense of romance and feeling. I have lost all hope, but I'm still holding on. Yes, I am holding on. B

   As if nothing else had ever existed, love took those of our continent by storm. Those who lived on this continent lived a life of solitude. The solitude was one day broken by something known as anguish. Anguish had broken my heart, and it broke everyone else's heart that lived here, too. This continent had lost every heart and soul which grew from the trees and from the plants. It seemed that the last lost continent was again lost.   The songs which we sang consisted of our broken minds and lifestyles. Our songs consisted of the loves we lost. What happened?   It seemed that when the anguish appeared, no one opposed it. All of the rela

Everything but love is mental. Your ability to be cold, hot, or whatever tempature you want is all mental. You can feel hot when it's cold, feel cold when it's hot, feel warm when it's hot or cold, or whatever you want. You can feel whatever pain you want to feel. It's all about how you feel it mentally. Your mental state bases most of the things in life and is a foundation which is dug deeply in your brain. This is all the basis you need. You can see what you want to see, you can be what you want to be, but attraction and love aren't mindsets. Attraction and love are physical, something that's different, in a sense. When you feel love, it

the lovers in the world should all raise their hands for they are not the ones at fault but the ones who think they can't if you can't fall in love then you are not a human being for love is life and there is no life without love because you're not seeing love is beautiful and so is a dove sitting in your hand you can fall in lust in living a life lying to yourself or you can join the continent that's lost and damned to hell love completes you and I, love brings us closer, even if we're not the wisest love may build you up or break you down but I know that it's the one thing keeping me around I could, sing to you, write a song abo