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The L WordThe L Word by Chocban
Is Love a word that you can say
And then try to take away?
Do you wait until youre sure?
But how if youve not felt before?
Can a person try it out?
Just sos theyll know without a doubt?
Cause all those feelings that run deep
Can confuse in the hold they keep
To know youve done your best to scare
And they to show you they still care
The sickly feeling that you get
When you see them so upset.
To want to see and hold them so
And fight inside to let them go.
Its surely signs of something more
But do you dare use jet'adore?
To throw around this word we use
The L word that we all abuse;
To treat it as a simple noun
As if the word is not renowned,
It is hard to make those see
This word cannot be used freely.
Its got me to the very brink!
Perhaps love isnt what I think...
Pins and NeedlesSitting on the grass here in the sun, I feel somewhat isolated from everything.Pins and Needles by nachoesmexiano
I suppose some of that might have to do with the fact I was reading The Stranger by Albert Camus last night but I suspect that having existentialism in the forebrain might just be the catalyst for this odd, separated feeling.
Sipping my can of red bull, I taste sickly sweetness masking the bitterness of whatever chemicals in the concoction that make this vice of mine so addictive. Its almost like my addiction to cigarettes, which I find make me feel sick but also alive at the same time. Perhaps the juxtaposition of unpleasantness with feeling might also add to this newly formed isolation, as pleasantness doesnt shift me from my stupor much.
Not that it matters. Nothing matters anyway.
The sun isnt good to me today, I feel overheated and irritable, sweaty drops trickling down my neck to my back, making the dark shirt I wear feel suffocating and sticky. I feel myself coiling tightly, spirall