old shit i wrote ages ago

ugh this is morbid! why do i write such morbid shit?! even optimistic stuff i write is always perceived as morbid.

They're stoic to the point of stone

But she makes them crack

It cuts me to my core, I drone

So many things they lack

All fluff sans a candid essence

How can you stand breathing in their presence?

Authenticity is nowhere in sight

I'm more appealing 'cuz I give you a fright

The conversation of a rock puts me in a slumber

But you know I'm a magnet to your metal

Spewing jaded quips as I lumber

Rough yet as soft as a petal

How much longer till this gets quite stale?

My soul is already becoming so frail

I want to crush the leaves with the heel of my shoe

Watch them disintegrate, as the plan falls through

Travel to the world's brink

Cross the seven seas

Muster up all your pleas

You'll never find another me

The cynic within the four walls

Is the elephant in the room

Achingly candid and never stalls

Ardently inviting her doom

If you're not genuine, just slit my throat

That's more sincere than the words I wrote

Chop me into pieces if I can't make you laugh 

Gouge out my eyes and cut them in half

Ya never know

Never know what hit you

Never know what's going on do you?

Alive

Standing on a bridge so high

Towering, pointing toward the sky

Far above the waves below

Aching to be in the under toe

Want to feel something

Gotta feel something

Rhyme and reason sorely lacking

Yet our bond is everlasting

Instigated with nutty jokes

Through a shared laugh is when we first spoke

Tacky, gaudy plastic bands

Sinking deeper in quicksand

We got past through the mess I made

Now that the rings have gone away

Was a ball while it lasted

But now that we have gotten past it

It's liberating to rock our minds unsound

I'm so glad it's you I found

Someone just as batty as me

I can be myself, and feel so free

Asinine instances are what I need

If I'm so numb that I'm not feeling

Then I'm too far under to hear the drums

Spiraling until I hit the ceiling 

Crouched, waiting for a good thing to come

With you there aren't any reservations

Just the laxity of this creation

We know no bounds

Still floating, even while drowned

Very few people make me feel alive

If I'm not feeling then I'm not living

Need to do something that'll hit me hard

I refuse to stand and watch the current

I'm much prefer to hop in and feel the waves

And make waves

You and I make me feel so alive

If I don't feel anything than I mind as well be pushing up daisies

Taking a dirt nap