the poem name doesn't fit by threekisses, literature
Literature
the poem name doesn't fit
Slow down, take your foot off the gas
lighten up, put another quarter on the track
punctuate this night sky with a thousand shining starlights
And we'll claim each one is a dream we've had
And those dreams are always out of reach,
but still burning in our eyes.
And it's all in vain...
but we try and we try and we try
Write these words across the back of my hand
So i don't forget them later
we'll shrug and we'll laugh and we'll look nervously
I'll search my pockets for something to say
but i'll only find lint and change and faded memories
and a glimpse of something i'd like to be.
But that's not me.
Not yet.
bake sale at the crematorium by threekisses, literature
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bake sale at the crematorium
Peel the paint off these dying dreams
open them up to show what could've been
lick my lips, cracked with regrets
heave up memories with each new breath
This heart is failing,
It's closing down shop
All those things that used to matter do not.
no, no, no
This feeling is not a recipe,
it's from scratch
It hurts just a little bit more with each ingredient
It hurts as much as this metaphor hurts to hear.
Now who's laughing now?
Red blocks and Blue gowns. by threekisses, literature
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Red blocks and Blue gowns.
When I was five I always did my best to not do my best, and then one day I got in a fight with Sean Waldie. He was a year older than I was but we went to pre-school together. I punched him in the face as he clawed my back. Only one thought ran through my mind: "Protect the red blocks."
The teachers didn't notice us fighting at first as I hit him in the head with a block. As they ran over to pull us apart, I felt gratified knowing I had beaten someone up who was older than me, and who had picked the fight with me in the first place.
Neither one of us got in trouble if I remember correctly, but I was always reminded of it when I saw him in
dull scissor silhouette by threekisses, literature
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dull scissor silhouette
I stumbled my way home, through cold concrete and dim streetlights
my thought fell forward, out my eyes
and i saw a chance i know im going to take
But tomorrow's just an excuse away
And with your thought in mind i watched the sunrise and i kissed the year goodnight.
I'm scrapping my knees on carpetted dreams
And these clothes that look good don't fit and aren't clean
I thumbtacked a picture of you in my mind, to always look back on with malice or with pride.
I am the matches.
You are the gasoline.
darling, come a litte bit closer
We'll ignite these dreams.
you are only everything. by threekisses, literature
Literature
you are only everything.
fix all the things you've put off for so long
all the things that were too trivial to touch before
The comfort in an hour fast clock is a fading novelty
The stack of books beside the bed, half read
And the bed's not made today.
hasn't been all week.
This apathy is killing me, and drawing blood from you
And again this morning i woke up from a dream of falling
to find nothing but the sun rising.
So i sat on my roof and i watched it rise.
And i wondered why people miss sunrises.
I wondered what is wrong with this world?
I wondered what is wrong with everything?
you kill and it's forever.
injustice like a plague.
This world is a pl
staying's a bullet in the head by threekisses, literature
Literature
staying's a bullet in the head
And we're strong, but
It never rains this hard
we ran to the car
and sped over asphalt
into uncertainty
It's 3AM get me out of here
and in to a comfortable conversation
and we'll run, run, run
cursing every stop sign and streelight in our way
we'll leave this town, we'll run away.
this past while has been beautiful
even moreso with you
so roll that window down
and turn this song up
and it'll sing us into belief
that music can make believers of us all
And maybe i have an idea
of what people really mean
when they say
they are in love.
i spent so long, looking up so high
building up with anticipation,
but nothing ever came,
and now you've changed
you're turning in to everything you used to hate
I guess our blood is supposed to be a bridge
but i can barely talk to you anymore
the sarcasm bites just a little bit deeper
with every empty bottle
And all i can say is something about regrets
and all i can smell is mouthwash
and cigerettes
please stop, you're too smart to waste away like this.
post cards, post you.
I'm trying hard, to get through
this life
jack knived;
i'm sprawling on the floor
The feelings and rusted and they're decayed
They're pitiful and painful, but still they stay
reminders of everything i'll never have.
So i'm singing this song.
But it's doing no good.
i've tried and I've tried.
And i should, i really should
move on to something new
but it's so hard without you.