lines
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FINE LINES!
Fine lines
fine lines
Between a life of blame and crime
The eclipsed dystopia along the spiteful light of the heart.
Is that my heart in your pocket or are you just happy to hurt me?
What’s a masterpiece like you doing with a disaster like me?
Hey, you see my friend over there? He wants to know if you think I’m stable?
I gave myself lines
Because I didn't know
I gave myself lines
Because I needed pain
Something other than the
Pain in my head
In my heart
I gave myself lines
I could never figure out love,
But I could put the letters on a page.
Letters smacked on a page.
If I looked at it sideways,
it kinda looked like him.
Maybe this was it?
My eyes count the striped white lines
In the middle of the street.
I speed and the lines zoom by faster.
Making my eyes shake
Back
And Forth.
Unable to count anymore,
They become a solid line.
Did I do something wrong?
Or was it just too long?
You tell me we weren't meant to be.
Only, my heart still beats for your warms lips
Underneath your hips, into madness,
Sadness,
The ink of laughter painted across my rib
Flat beyond opinion,
Line below a beat.
representing a break, the breath, a life.
The greens and blues
of circles and spaces of stars and faces
So I've come to a conclusion,
Everything and body is an illusion.
Any sense can feel a tense delusion,
Not sure what's real--
I feel deep confusion.
So open, so crucial
So dangerous, so brutal.
The balding man stood behind the girl with the hair,and he wished for just an ounce of her flair.But he looked at his hands and he thought to himself:"I'm so ordinary, it's no fair."
Perhaps the saddest creature of all,
Itsn't even a creature,
But instead, a simple line.
Parallel lines are perfect for each other.
Oh, what a beautiful pair, the two.
I have a confession.
There is a someone,
A special someone,
A someone who warms my smile,
I traced the line of your jaw,
The slope of your lips,
And each curving eyelash,
Searching,
For the reset button,
That would bring you back to me.
This passion of mine is a craft I refine,
Words Clash and align then get graft into lines.
Disaster and crime get you blast with a nine,
Just for cash or a dime bet you castin' a sign.
Lines are just linesuntil you give those lines meaning.Give those linesmeaning, and you givethose lines life.Lines with life tellstories of worlds within worlds anddreams only obtained
Sometimes it burns
When someone says
“hello”
The opening line
For a line of conversation
To be ended with the line
“good bye”
But instead says no such line.
That person will just leave
Sketching the world in a little black notebook;
preferably the kind that highlights the light.
Walk by and find that your figure has danced on my paper.
I fail to see the reflecting light subside.
Are becoming so rough but nimble in my arms.
They are fading away so fast that I can't explain
or hold on.
Dare I say this world is too narcissistic to tell itself
its too frail?
