He Had All The Answers by oxspiderwebsxo, literature
Literature
He Had All The Answers
I inhale intoxication
like obsessions that vary.
Pencils tap the desks in chorus,
erasing away the mistakes.
Written records & formal religions:
historical documents of deceit.
Reflections off the TV screen,
a child on the sidewalk alone.
Tuning in and tuning out.
The momentary orientation,
the split second where I care.
A study of a case long forgotten
about a man who lost his way.
He had all the answers,
but died before he spread his knowledge.
Connect the dots, create a picture
Child's play, not rocket science.
Forged excuses and false alibis
won't cover up the mud and blood
that you have left behind.
Gasping for breath and glassy eyes
holding back in the night.
Planned escapes and making a run,
you've lost yourself, the game has won.
As daylight turns into the touches of dusk
the Midnight Mountain rises high above the ground.
At first it is the dusty pinks and oranges,
and then it fades into it's royal hues
of purple and blacks and blues.
Against the moon kissed skies, it stands tall;
taller than any mountain ever imagined.
The eagles, however, do not soar there,
nor do the wolves roam,
for on that majestic mountain
live the dreams of many, both young and old.
That mountain of dreams touches the horizen
and catches each falling star
to hide them away in it's deepest caves
where the truest love of lovers dwells.
All the dreams, lovers, and optomists
often
as we sit by the fire,
intertwined like vines,
i lean over to tell you
"i'm glad you're mine"
a peck on the lips,
and i'm on my way.
i have tons of stuff to do,
and i'll be gone all day
when lunchtime comes around,
i give you a ring,
you answer the phone,
"we don't want anything"
i laugh and tell you
"you're the best,
but i have to go now,
there's work on my desk"
you beg me to stay,
then finally give in
"wake me up when you get home
i don't care when"
i hang up the phone,
and miss your voice already
i can't wait to get home
and hug you, my teddy
a few hours later,
i'm on my way out
when i hear someone yelling,
a t
in these cities
and the horn blows
"that's in the air we're breathing?"
four inches off my waist, and eight percent body fat!
screw on the blade assembly
it makes it so simple!
i'm crazy for feeling so lonely
if you're pregnant, nursing, or on medication
more standard horsepower
spreads the heat e v e n l y
a cure will happen in thier lifetime
carbon, oxygen, silicon, nitrogen
vroooom
i am a lineman for the county
"good as new, maybe better"
all of us can be involved
alien youth
$389 a month
stumpy legs
cut out the bald spot
she's toast
the air is actually clear!
new showroom shine
tequila expert!
and she laughed
the
He Had All The Answers by oxspiderwebsxo, literature
Literature
He Had All The Answers
I inhale intoxication
like obsessions that vary.
Pencils tap the desks in chorus,
erasing away the mistakes.
Written records & formal religions:
historical documents of deceit.
Reflections off the TV screen,
a child on the sidewalk alone.
Tuning in and tuning out.
The momentary orientation,
the split second where I care.
A study of a case long forgotten
about a man who lost his way.
He had all the answers,
but died before he spread his knowledge.
Current Residence: My house. Favourite genre of music: Screamo, Emo, Rock, etc. Favourite photographer: Dunno. Favourite style of art: Depends. Operating System: Windows. MP3 player of choice: Sonyyyy. Shell of choice: Err...Conch? x.X;; Favourite cartoon character: Happy Bunny. Personal Quote: "That's just wrong."
Oki. The OTHER moral of the story is don't use my wallpapers on your Livejournal without my permission. Why? I said so. Why? Because I most likely switch them and use them for myself every little bit.
The OTHER, OTHER moral is I have a new Livejournal, simply because my old one was annoying me.
www.livejournal.com/~dramarulesme
It's friends only. So get over it.
*J
<3
She's baaaaaack! *giggle*
Anyways.
Here's my life in a nutshell.
Went back to school. Woo.
Saw my FAVOURITE BAND EVER in concert on Aug. 28. UHHHUUUHHH.
Still in school.
Still half sane.
Going to ANOTHER CONCERT OF MY FAVOURITE BAND EVERRRR in October...or so I hope.
AND STUFF.
The moral of the story is use the third floor bathroom...always.
=D
*Jess
HAH. This dude: ~Cap10Hook (https://www.deviantart.com/cap10hook) rocks too hard for words. Go check out his gallery. BECAUSE I SAID SO. Hahaha.
*drools* such pretty eyes.
ANYWAYS.
Going away now.
retard people. upload whatever the hell you want.
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