Flicker flacker, the mosquito splatter

Flicker flacker the mosquito splatter againts the window trapped.

Over and over it coragously trying to find the light.

The mosquito lay down and die.

Stands up and cry's,

"Oh my, Oh my, the light, the light, I found the light."

The mosquito lay down and die.

Written BY Logan and Kelly

Good bye

Manic depression

There are the sun the stars the far away places i can not go that i will seclude my dreams from now on until I come out again from this depression and find a place in the future the distance is ignorant in my life I foreclose the world and seclude myself and I am in love with someone long distance and am in love with the clouds afraid to get out afraid to get close to the real world I live in my head so close to myself dyeing though to break free from my secluded dreams dyeing to brake free fated digest it heart failure pouncing punching out the skin like a large dick you can see through a stomach hiding inside me on a drum machine.

At a glance you are tired at things

You've decided you are done

Nothing can change the past

Or statues holding everything together

Of all that you are and everything of which you were

We seclude ourselves from our dreams

And take from our past ritualistic guilt

fumbling drunk in our nostalgic piss and shit

humping old photographs

crying out for the one you let go

it is a sad show i know i know

Staring at things like they are open clocks

Dedicated to you to get on with your life

But the past recoils sets you at a stance

Of statues holding everything together

of all that you are

And everything of which you were

At a glance you are tired at things

You've decided you are done

Nothing can change the past

Or panic attacks

And the present is unfortunately

yours to chose

they always say

We seclude ourselves

from our dreams

and from our past

we live in

swallows throats

Always say that's O.K. for now

Historical blisters

hypocritical know

nothing about

tell me the stories

Dear please

That's all I want

from now on

To know about

The Grave

The Grave by cloudsgrey

Maybe we do mean something

Time leans against places

We can not control

Faded faces are motions

That can move too fast for us

Arguments get too deep

But turn around in time

Love gets lost

But we somehow find ourselves

Whirlwinds have order

And will pass you up

This time around

Giving up means nothing

To a survivor

Who has saved

A dyeing human being

Maybe we do mean something

sensation

Sensation

Responsive

Over-sensible

Tender

Thin skinned

Hyper sensitive

Sympathy

But no sympathy

Refined

Vivid

Sharp

Impressive

Perceptive

Alive

Responsive

Aggressive

Foreshadowing

All the time

therapy

lance out

Like a moonshot

And it's a performance

A percussion

Perfection

Quarrels and harmony

Come together

Somehow

Credible knowhow

Coffe shop

The pink comes first

Then the light post turn off

When the blue brightens

The dew will will melt from roof tops and lawns

People will out enter their doors for newspapers

And morning will end

Then they will do things

They are old

Or have families

Some are lonely

Some will complain

Some will be happy

Saturday morning at the coffee shop are the best

No highs-school students

Maybe people going to work

Some people stay to sit

Some even talk to me

Say hello just for the hell of it

Or a random conversation

And I don't take it for granted

The loose nature of humans

Delicate

A reason sometimes to stay alive and live trough it

Grieving girl by cloudsgrey

Grieving girl by cloudsgrey

Empty slaughter

Frail moment at the beat

Pinch of the heart

Half seconds long

Short of breath

Run and scatter

Emptiness the cow slaughter

Pouring out liquid cornstarch

Each wound

Together

There is a path not taken

There is a path not taken by cloudsgrey

Culvert-lyrics

I can not culvert into the world

Stuck inside a flood about to overflow

Into a space unknown

A king of backwash I'll overflow

It doesn't matter now

The rush pushes me down

Toward the dark I see so often

Across my knees I bend

At my needs of panic

And fear when I can not transform

Into a human being

Of attraction or affection

Or anything un-empty

I can not pull myself out

the backwash deformity

State of borderline flatline

Blue skyline dry grass against the hillside

Bland cornflakes in nonfat milk in a cereal-bowl

Static gone clear on the television tube

Doctor forget to call on the cellular telephone

Pills go empty from the pill bottles

Circular movement array teeter-totter

Convulsants erratic dancing unwanted

That is the end ,sorry no story intended

Backwash

I can not culvert into the world
Stuck inside a flood about to overflow
Into a space unknown
A king of backwash I'll overflow
It doesn't matter now
The rush pushes me down
Toward the dark I see so often
Across my knees I bend
At my needs of panic
And fear when I can not transform
Into a human being
Of attraction or affection
Or anything un-empty
I can not pull myself out
the backwash deformity

State of borderline flatline

Blue skyline dry grass against the hillside

Bland cornflakes in nonfat milk in a cereal-bowl

Static gone clear on the television tube

Doctor forget to call on the cellular telephone

Pills go empty from the pill bottles

Circular movement array teeter-totter

Convulsants erratic dancing unwanted

That is the end ,sorry no story intended

UNSEEN

Stampedes of satellites connect the brain electrolytes

Fence grain align the body one leap brake a bone
unseen inside

Crystal cut angle knife catching rocks
seeing blood from within the skin

Braking out the world

The world brake free

It's a dying need

Gouge my eyes

Ill never get to the top with parchment skin ink within its crevisis,
my looks are ugly, decietful,
everything is in the way,
i can't get away ,
i'm a liar,
that's what you say, then you run away,
take everything away from me. >>> ---
I'll never unlock my fingers from their own grip from around my own neck,
and I cant get out of my own lap,
and i can't get from my nervous bit,
gouge my eyes with this pen,
i want to leave this time. >>>---
Gouge my eyes with this pen....

Down the stricken river

Down the stricken river my body rushes through
All along at the bend it splits into two
And forever I will go, down the reckless path of water
Trough and through, splitting into twos
Against my will, tragedies speaks my name
And only one waterfall for me to crash upon

Better poet

I want to see inside of myself,
your pupils,
sorry to say,
are just not good enough,
for me, right now.
I have to get up,
look in the miiror hanging,
disturbed on your wall,
stare inside of me,
turn your lamp a little on,
because i can't see anything.
Not in your eyes,
The lamp on high,
nothing in mine. >>>>>>
All I want, to be a better poet.
I am quit contrite,
Sit where I might,
talk as loud as a can,
say what I want,
I just want to be a better poet.

Spine the jagermiester

Spine the jagermiester




Spine the jagermiester

You showed me to her.

She knits you pit you pout.

You wedge yourself under the couch.

Then descend from which you were .

Into the cool bed or air, which ever you call it.

You call demise it whatever.

However the glass the girl hurts more.

Gargantuan hiatus falsetto jagged in my head you are.

She 'don't know which you are which you were.

You stance exotic garages.

Halt at picturesque haunts.

Color me in the head.

With colors.

Stalking my ego.

There is a path not taken-lyrics

THERE IS A PATH NOT TAKEN

I cant remember the days as they get longer
I feel tacked to the wall
Is there a purpose to it all
is there a purpose to it all

Lost days of pity
Clod and contrived
Bitter dreaming
Unwilling confined

is there a propose to it all

Is there a path not taken
If so it is far and shaded
is there a purpose to it all
is there a purpose to it all

Lost days of pity
cold and contrived
bitter dreaming
unwilling confined

is there a purpose to it all

pink turns into grey
grey turns into black
is there a purpose to it all
is there a purpose to it all

Lost days of pity
Cold and contrived
Bitter dreaming
Unwilling confined

Is there a purpose to it all

Cant control the facts anymore
Life is useless without you standing at my door
Is there a purpose to it all
is there a purpose

is there a purpose
is there a purpose to it all
is there a purpose
to it all

Corner's of our smiles's

The perfect touch
The buttons of you white collared shirt
What matters now, as long as thought's fade away
We don't know if we are happy up here
Blowing like paper
Your eyes change color, with the sky, as the sun disappears
The sunset gets you sad, when the stars appear
We're not sure how everyone begins, as we never look around us anymore
Feel's the corner's of our smiles' are just corner's, going nowhere.

Cold on the inside-lyrics

Cold on the inside>>>---
Cold on the outside>>>---
Warm on the world>>>---
Cold out the world>>>---
Too many songs sung>>>---
I'm making my own one>>>---
(pause)
I listen intently>>>---
I hear it breathing>>>---
Out my lungs>>>---
I sing it good>>>---
Play it good>>>---
Hit the strings>>>---
Down and up>>>---
Down, Down>>>--
Down and Up>>>---
Down, Down>>>--
All UP in my Panic>>>---
Oh, it feels...sooo goood...>>>----
(pause)
The world doesn't belong to everyone... >>>---
It does to you....>>>---Cold on the inside>>>---
Cold on the outside>>>---
Warm on the world>>>---
Cold out the world>>>---

Boozing

And it takes two day's to overcome the boozing.

I don't know why, when I end from a night with you,

I am in a slump of aggression.

Laying in bed for day's long,

who knows how long,

when time is yours,

and yours' only.

I don't know why when I am with you,

I always end up in this state of mind.

Where I'm in denial of who I am,

or where I'm going.

And I've been there before,

where I can't overcome the boozing.

Because nowhere do I exist,

out of mind for that moment.

Dedicating my every move to you,

my soul that's been gone for that moment,

and soon too long to be true.

Don't want to die this way,

or end up with a person like you.

Something smells

There's nothing inside me that can write.
Nothing but this smell that wont go away,
this smell that is inside my body.
I'm not sure where it came from,
where it's going.
Why it's still here.
Why it's inside my body.
Is it death, feels like it sometimes.
It's not life, that I know, or maybe.
So what is this smell inside me.
Every which way I turn,
every which person I go to,
I smell the same thing.
It is almost a burning wood chip smell,
burning, but not hot, neutral.
No one I talk to can smell it on me,
its all iI know.
It smells bad,
but good because I'm fond of it now.
When I breath in,
it is different than when I breath out,
it is more intense the feeling I feel.
I don't smell anything else around,
except the insides of myself.
And when it goes I believe i will lose.
And nothing to write.
Or maybe something better.
Something better will come.
But who knows.
I never do.

NEW LIFE

Where once i saw a Cliff

Descending down i wanted

The smell uprising

Single I was no one pushing

Help me before I jump

Someone does

Who knows who it was

The rising hand from below pushed me up

No longer did the falling feeling I wanted so much

I left a new light that day

A new life

The Clock

THE CLOCK

Round clocks tell their time______________________________________________________________________

But not in my mind_________________________________________

They tell their stories_______________________________________

But I can not tell mine______________________________________

The time lines are hard to see_______________________________

I can not remember the years_______________________________

I get jealous of those who remember theirs______________________

But I've done things to make me black out_______________________

I live in haste_____________________________________________

And baste in my own shame and guilt__________________________
I can not erase___________________________________________

And I try so hard _________________________________________________

To release it's energy______________________________________________

But my mind is stuck______________________________________________

In a time stopped clock____________________________________________

Broken at midnight________________________________________________

Parchment forever

Exhale my foreverness

Who will watch me die

A thousand, billion, trillion words spoken before

so what now

what now

Paintings, poetry, letters,

paper, canvas, parchment

whatever

Forever exhaled