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criticism in a cryptic form

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shazzam
Motor Baby
shazzam
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 966
June 8th, 2009 at 01:35am
sure you're not:
from the depths of your very own hell, you've found an excuse to be shallow
while you're busy staying skinny and i'm still not making any money
you can't stand up and tell me that you can't recall
having impurities and waiting for the sun at dawn
peaking over another unforgiving horizon
making you feel like shit while burning your eyes and
grooving to the mood of failure

im sure to say that i dont get half of what you've seen
but i know you don't remember any of the monsters you've been

i'd rather think about how it was for you before
when you were boundless in walk, when living was free
when every night included wakeless sleep
when you were unfamiliar to the 4 AM's,
the debt payments
and making rent for your basement suite


Hello, My Name Is:
Who pinned this label upon my chest
Am I really sick?
There's no one but me, then her.
And again, she fills my mouth with words
I'm a human, but I don't have it good

Go find them on your own
You must create it within yourself,
And without material help
While you're sane and beautiful
With the youth you hold onto

The pages boiling over with ink
None of it I've written
At least I don't remember this
But yet it's in my script


A Short:
The first time I opened my eyes, I fell hard on my knees
In love with everyone I've ever known
Taking in everything I've been shown
Metamorphisis in the most brilliant of emphasis
But throughout, I can't help but find beauty in those who feel so truly

On the long way down, I'm hoping you'll be kind enough
To realise I'm someone too
And maybe your finger will point me out to them
Define me, I believe in you
To realise I'm someone too

From what I could recall, it was all very text book
Written by the greatest authors
Eventually selling for a cheap dollar
Starting with a legendary meet-cute but fizzling into a neutral mute
But you know, I couldn't feel any more indffierent for another minute


Two:
Sometimes I press my hand to the bed covers
Grasping for a warmth, supposedly ever present
But you left me empty handed, and I took it for granted

Because I couldn't imagine you out of view
I'd always seen myself in a group of two
I've never fathomed facing a hollow household
Or taking on everything without you
Because I'm always two


I Forgot About Swine Flu For Like, Thirty Minutes:
Feast your eyes, the first fatality you have seen
And the black rain came down in thick black streams
The contaminated pools still come up in my dreams

Don't rely on the promising because it will be the last thing
To shorten the agony of the war

Across the world, jubilation and greatest pride
But no eyes take in the cities that died
I'm numb to this, of course
Only filled with the greatest of remorse
But in opposition, I will deny such experiments
Only in hindsight will there be a treatment


What's The Craziest Thing You've Seen On The Job?
They're who stand, I can't stand them
You're aware this can't happen again
If I'm face down, it was probably my choice
Through a kind of ominous joy,
It was the worst feeling
And the worth of dealing, the price tag read too much

At the end of each letter, you've signed each one
As if you were afraid I'd forget your name
And as if I'd forget what happened today


He's One of Those Guys You Don't Expect To Be Gay Because He Has a Beard:
Just a moving simple gesture,
Keeping your side of the bed open,
Because you've known that through my words,
I've only been saying that I'm hoping
Maybe you'd be gracious to accept second-best
All unless you can't excuse the mess
Then it's fine

While I'm able to shut off and out
Quiet the noise and take in the light
It's hard to ignore what's etched
Even if I started, it's not what I like
And I can't help but to notice the effect it left
What I got off my chest wasn't to be said yet
But we're still fine


Strawberry Quik:
The texts stack high. The clutter is art, I'm different.
Leave me alone, I've made a life of my own
I am superior, it's gone to my head
Before it left.

Genius, if you will
A pervert with depression,
Intelligence in recession
God's put me on a mission

Don't try to understand, the content is irrelevant
If I'd waste the pen, it's not on a friend
Yeah, you'll give me your thoughts,
It's not what I want
You've got it wrong
It's just a song