by Miserable Liar » Sun Oct 07, 2007 1:41 am
Today i've just taken time out, been very tired and things recently, also gigging and practicing a lot. Also, my girlfriend's late arrival gave me some time out to write. It's only really starting to occur to me how much writing is important to me.
In My Eyes
In my eyes,
there’s really nothing finer, than a kiss between two lovers,
it’s no crime,
to say just you mean and, you still make believe when
I see sunlight,
You’re just around the corner, it makes it so much better.
In my eyes,
there’s no greater way to tell you, than to just come out and tell you,
it’s alright.
If you don’t believe it, I know just what I mean and,
it’ll be fine,
once you open up the door, I will show you more.
In my eyes,
the door isn’t closed, but not wide enough for me to slip in,
it’s alright,
because once I’ve actually told her, the door will disappear,
it’ll be fine,
the world is still a dot to me, you’re a part of that just watch and see.
In your eyes,
do I seem to be what you’re after, just waiting for an answer,
well that’s fine,
Because, I’m still here, I’ll just sit by the window,
I see sunlight,
and you’re not around the corner, but I’m glad with what I feel for her.
Not Your Average Blues Blues
Had too many mornings,
brushing my teeth with a razor,
Shaving with a comb,
washing my hair with industrial strength cleaner.
I’ve spent so many days,
walking around in a daze,
not knowing where I’m going to,
when I’m already on the train.
But it has it’s effects on me,
it’s my diamond and my pearl,
but I’ve woke up on occasions,
next to one hell of a big girl.
I’ve spent so much time,
squeezing in one extra drink,
when two and half pints before,
I was leaning over the sink.
I’m done with lager,
it takes up all my time,
so next time you have a party,
I’ll bring a crate of wine.
Mime Artist for The Blind
Not such a long story,
not much of a concept to grasp,
I’m a mime artist for the blind,
it gets me some cash.
A short poem, just a bit of a rhyme,
I mime for the people, it’s not a crime,
I ask them what I am and they never know,
I’m the worst in the game, it goes to show.
My application isn’t a lie, I tell it like it is,
I’m a mime artist for the blind and the best one there is,
not such a difficult thing, I’m respected in this field,
it pays my bills and for all of my meals.
They never know I’m there, it’s a job I can do,
I do it so well, you’ll soon agree
there’s no other artist,
that’s an artist like me.
Infamous Hero
A hero risen from bones and ashes,
surely a mistake, but as it happens,
he’s been here for a while and listens to us all,
making all of our decisions without supervision.
Taking a stand, he bows right down,
dismissal at first but maybe in time,
we will learn to be like him,
spitting the wine.
Walking around with a smile on my face,
smug and self satisfied, like it isn’t so bad,
But he must have his problems too,
like every me and every you.
The Burst
You come in a flicker and a flash,
you come and go so quick and I wish you’d stay,
you get here by bus, car, bike or train,
once you arrive you’re jumping your next plane.
Using you as much, as much as I can,
is hard when you disappear just like that,
a little inspiration, leaks a few words from my pen,
I take you for granted, but I won’t again,
you’re a special escape, a golden gate,
A friend on paper and a secret address,
you make my life a tidy mess.
A year, a month, a day or an hour,
come to me and I’ll be alright,
you’re all I need and that’s a fact,
you shape me up, keep me in tact.
I need your voice, a little part of me,
but not the biggest part….
Come to me, I’ll even try to help you too,
it’s the least I can do for you,
this boost you give me, won’t be traded,
at least not for a penny.
A paper clip holding us a two,
don’t let me loosen,
going to hold on to you,
squeezing out the ink, constantly.
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Miserable Liar on Sun Oct 07, 2007 1:44 am, edited 1 time in total.
You're gonna kill me, is that your plan?