We've got some catching up to do...

Well after 3 weeks of my computer hating me and not allowing me to sign into anything Google related... I can finally post stuff again! Stupid technology.

Also... apologies to whoever changed the background before but I couldn't read the font on it lol. I switched it to this real quick but maybe we can all come to a consensus on a design, if it's something desired.

Anyway. On to the purpose of this thing.

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Ah wasteful little brother

Listening to your radio

Miss Operator's sending out

But when will they return home?

And the gas was spent entirely

For no purpose or sensibility

And I'm afraid that Mr Man

Can't make it there at all

Because you see, that lazily

Winding bend you seriously

Cornered with your craving for

The friendly old competitor

Couldn't look inside of our own box

Had to crawl around to pay a lot

Just give it one creative thought

So you'll make it there to put it out

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Baby, you'd be so proud of me

Guess what I did today

I played a game just like you

Like the ones we used to

On your couch in that little room

Turned up that stereo sound

Watched that blonde glow like the moon

Oh if you could have seen me tonight

Tipped on one five three two five

Eyes pinned so much these stars shine

Just like yours did in daytime lights

Yet this song, it always remains the same

Every time I sing it with all of my will

And even though you're not around now

It'd be a lie if I said that I missed you still

Yes, you'd be so proud of me

I've still held on to my honesty

Just like that night it all spilt

And you buried me in your false guilt

Come on baby, I knew all along

That's how I still smile at these songs

You and me, yeah we were both off

But between you and me, I was never once wrong

I can still fly yeah, one five three two five

But you baby, you could never stay high

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Down the halls the blueness crept

Towards the end the doors were red

Wine for port but starboard's lime

Tried the lock but failed in time

Out to sea we all must play

The tiptoe silent waiting game

Fffffffffffffffff

Another flower

startin the day off right
natually high as a kite
hanging with friends and fam
and I don't give a damn
from one party to the next
after nagle bagle's text
I started playin pong
listen to a vibing song
when I saw you standing there
and I had to stare
into your eyes
that liquified like candy
made me feel dandy
so I started my sweet talking
shoulda played but I kept walking
to be near you and your beauty
as if it was my duty
that one kiss was like magic
if i didnt see you again it would be tragic

All is One

Believe in the sun
Underneath all is one
From tree to branch
The water you can't stanch
Slips to the ground
With the faintest sound
To replenish the earth
And give new birth
An endless cycle
The goal to recycle
From old to new
Floating on as two

All Apologies

I’m sorry for things I’ve done
I was having too much fun
Caught up with making money
Busy bee collecting honey
Drowning my morals without regret
The lives I hurt, I did forget
Sometimes I get in too deep
Don’t watch when I begin to seep
In the end a tear was shed
There are still things I need said
All apologies come from my heart
I hope you accept my new start
Because I’ve always known the right path
Believe me, I’ve done the math
One day you’ll see I’m in the light
I’ll always be in it for the fight

I Wish He Had Wings

Hello, Mr. Demon of mine

I knew I couldn't leave you behind

Yes, I strangled you like you held my breath

And buried you in the depths of my head

But it seems like we're just meant to be

Every time I kill you, you try to kill me

I even covered you in the Earth

The kind I knew was fresh from the worms

Nothing akin to the dust and the cracks

I made sure that your grave erased all the tracks

But novelty to me is just your invitation

To grow snakes on my head

And comb fear in conversation

To leave the rivulets brined

And restrain trusting sensation

I thought we would have finished this time

Left the battles in my backburning mind

Allowing me to finally paint on those scenes

Of everything you have been denying to me

Mr. Demon of mine

Would it be too much to inquire?

Why you creep back when it's late

And I'm vulnerable outside

In the arms of this game

Can't you free me from desire?

You're driving me to run away

I just want to be able to stay

Mr. Demon please allow me to go

It's YOUR rules I don't want to follow

Not my fabricated dictations

Excuses and observations

I'm faking it only as much as it takes

Give up and let me fool you back to your gates

Locked up where you sorely belong

Buried deep under hydrating grounds

I'm so sick of this illness

I just want to feel genuine

Believe your screens were anomalies

And stop fearing your disease

Mr. Demon, won't you please set me free?

Haven't you had enough of hindering me?

A Challenge

Could you be

A self-fulfulling dichotomy

Like me?

A wandering sense of vividry

In scenes

Colored with opposing needs.

Yes, my giving tree

Roots in sand I can never see

Smallest on that quartz-driven scale

Nostalgic grains beneath my feet

Could you be?

Every part as red as green

Every sense of dread and jealousy

Or a calming shrine of divinity

Pinned to skins that flex can reach

Yet opposing in all it's risability

And topped with easy-going seas

No trough apart from crest or peak

I know I am me

But could you be?

That light of mind

Every bit of numb as art

Every choking hole as freedom

Yearning in sleep but set apart

That crowd we all took comfort from

Or so we thought

Every smile as was a pout

Every love had as was lost

Self-conscious loathes but confident

Energetic hopes but wearing down

Could you be?

What you said and what you think?

Or is it really so hard to believe

To define in terms of identity

All the parts that make us seem

As if we belonged to no scene

No park nor place nor street

Just optimistic negativity

Laid-in-the-ground uncertainty

Deaf and blind but sounds to see

Could you convince the world that's how we're meant to be?