if these walls could talk by PaulTaylor, literature
Literature
if these walls could talk
if these walls could talk
they'd speak to you
of how they see me every night
crying myself to sleep
over your photo book
how my every action
takes place because of you
and movements rely on you
to keep me alive inside
but your never around
when your world is red
you run and the walls turn black
they swallow me whole
and i'm alone without you
even though they will never say
what they do to me
they're ashamed
just as i am
for doing what i do to you
but i just wish you'd let me close
so we can help each other
defeat these blacks and reds
i need your help
and eternally offer mine
but your never around
for me to show you
she came to me after six months long
pressed the power and switched me back on
broken and rusted, she fixed me up
repaired me to what i once was
gave loving arms and a kiss on my screen
i never realised she wanted me back for good
with brown hair and ice blue eyes
she told me she loves me ever so serious
happy an emotion i never felt in so long
i took her by the hand and wished my past farewell
we looked perfect in yellow when she took the pain away
nicknames came back and squishy was reborn
so we decided to migrate and take some rest
in hope of waking next to eachothers head
it was good for days untill the weather grew grey
an
i cry everyday
when i miss you
its a hurt
in my chest
an easy unrest
and i try
to stay cool
wanting to
impress you
show that
im strong
i dont need you
but i really do
so im going
back home
to run away
from love
and liberate
a life
from fictional hurt
leaving remorse
of love for you
but i find
im not
strong enough
to go through with it
and i still cry
cry everyday
because im
still in love
and i cant
put you behind me
in 85
woman gave birth
baby was alive
and not to know
he was to grow
feel pain
and love forever more
fight with life
grieve over the death
of his future self
in 95
ten years old
still a child
seeing things
in distorted dreams
horrific visions
haunting life
confusing reality
and victims of whiplash
as he causes a near car crash
in 99
fourteen
but he wasnt free
learning his birth
was a mistake
boy he shouldnt of been
and father never to be seen
begins to wonder
his purpose of being
in 04
nineteen now he
forgets his past
and meets love at last
intimate touch
on woman of affection
but in time
the past returns
he's broken
she crumbled
he's bound
she seperates
he's vacant
she runs
resentment
they're still in love
she showers his storm
puts out his hate
his hurt
pain in the rain cloud
he blinks and she's gone
he's lonely
he's quiet
remote
and desolate
still broken
thinking she's free from love
leading an open life
but she still remembers
those sweet songs
the sounds keep on
he doesn't know
he's sick
he's jaded
fedup
producing a storm
new flames think that they belong
but love
has to carry on
even though she's AWOL
they're astray
feeling left behind
she misses him
and senses loss
feels like she doesnt belong at all
theres something about the lig by PaulTaylor, literature
Literature
theres something about the lig
theres something about the lights
as you stroll through you life
taking routes along so many hights
choosing wheather to believe
every single thing you see
you know it could be a dream
but what is a true reality?
everything seems more important with lights
glowing excessivly brightening up nights
fighting off unwanted victims
shielding midnight artists
but if it's strong enough
it will hold us out
unrealities wont let us go
it will follow me
it will follow you
in an eternal search
people just want the freedom of reality
in only which the lights of the night bring
but what if it doesn't seem?
what if it was what you didn't
we lay upon grass
gazing up at stars
im afraid to say
everything in my mind
can't even look you
in the beautiful face
i just look in to
dark purple skys
white speckle sheets
as the tide comes in
rapid in emotion
so you swim towards the sun
and i'm reaching
but you've gone too far
i give up all hope
too numb to swim
your just floating away
so my hateful solar flare
arose from moonlit skies
the minus emotion produced
feelings suddenly sank
and i feel like i hate you
as your going to a better place
away from me
and emotional voidance
which i bring
just swim on with out me
i will soon too
but i want you to know
incase
it seems as though
everytime i get close
i harm those around
mentaly scarring
i harm
but i'm caring
i only stick around
for your well-being
even though
i told you once before
i could never stay
i still manage to find a way
into that precious life of yours
and the words of a stranger
don't work any more
because the lonely red leather chair
causes discomfort
it closes me up
as you know
i prefer not to talk
and these Anti-Melancholy:Capsule's
i'm doubting they work
each morning i consume
the effects don't seem so good
but i do it
because i thought it would help
you and how i am
i never hoped
to destroy
but the things
I find that you feel the same by PaulTaylor, literature
Literature
I find that you feel the same
I find that you feel the same for me
That you want me in the way I want you
And you care for me as though I'm the only one
You touch me like no one else could
It feels so right, perfect coming from you
You would lay there beside a broken me
Placing your hand upon my heart
And it repairs as i feel your soft caress
Then your head hangs over mine
And your perfect blonde hair
Creates a shield from light
While you lower your head
Kissing my lips, a taste so soft
All the time
Your hand still caresses my heart
So I hold you closer
Than I could ever hope
But I hear a droning sound
It get's louder and my vision distorts
You start to
She abandoned me
When I spoke of how I feel
Ignored and disowned me
I spent weeks trying
To get the words right
But she still left me
And these are the word
That scared her away
But I do care for you
I do want to be with you
And scream, spin
In circles on the beach
Going untill we get
Dizzy and can't speak
You don't want this
And your moving off
Leaving me behind you
Thinking I'm lusting for you
When I only dream
About us
And now I think
"I'm just a fucking freak"
I can't find the link
It's my upside down smile
Thats shows my emotion
Making me think
Lonelyness has found me
I must be losing it
Acting like a tourist
I Need Someone To Know Tonight by PaulTaylor, literature
Literature
I Need Someone To Know Tonight
I need someone to know tonight
Someone like you to share
This wonderful moonlight
Being distorted by streetlights
To turn my vision yellow and
Make my feelings bright
When I dream I hold you at night
Under blankets made of your emotion
You lay there while I watch you sleep
In my arms I keep you close
Moving only to stroke your face
Adjusting to kiss your lips
At least these dreams I shall always keep
I only wonder if you dream the same...
Those ghosts that exist in the minds attic
Are memories of times before
It just takes length to unlock them once more
Through all the pain and grief you must pass
To find the happiest ghosts of before
It's those good times which you must seek
And when you find them for another time
Hold on tight, don't let go
Then they will last for forever more
The words you preach, act as
A secret code carved, onto my heart
Personal enchantment, binding
My soul, to your ethereal entity
Becoming bound, for infinity and destined
To meet, in the void above
(To somewhere I wish to travel)
The words you preach, made me
Forever yours, but the blackest essence
Won't let it be, and forever more
I wait for caelum, to become reality
And we'll be together anew
i never got chance
to say thank you properly
i thought there was still time
i thought i'd have another chance
to show my love for ever
but there never was
there never will be
i'm sorry it never happened
dear Miles Davis
i dont miss you
why?
your noise that you emit
sank my reality
and made me wait
it conviced me that my life
was on the wrong track
gave me freedom
gave me it back
that fracas turned me around
sent me down the right path
and carry on i will
keeping you close
your always in my heart
your art has always left
a lasting impression
one that never enough
could i thank
genius creativity
ruckus captivity
even though
you would of made it
to seventy nine at yesterday rise
your still living life to the fullest
a legend always lives on
miles i dont miss you
because your still here
im forever keeping you close
She abandoned me
When I spoke of how I feel
Ignored and disowned me
I spent weeks trying
To get the words right
But she still left me
And these are the word
That scared her away
But I do care for you
I do want to be with you
And scream, spin
In circles on the beach
Going untill we get
Dizzy and can't speak
You don't want this
And your moving off
Leaving me behind you
Thinking I'm lusting for you
When I only dream
About us
And now I think
"I'm just a fucking freak"
I can't find the link
It's my upside down smile
Thats shows my emotion
Making me think
Lonelyness has found me
I must be losing it
Acting like a tourist
I find that you feel the same by PaulTaylor, literature
Literature
I find that you feel the same
I find that you feel the same for me
That you want me in the way I want you
And you care for me as though I'm the only one
You touch me like no one else could
It feels so right, perfect coming from you
You would lay there beside a broken me
Placing your hand upon my heart
And it repairs as i feel your soft caress
Then your head hangs over mine
And your perfect blonde hair
Creates a shield from light
While you lower your head
Kissing my lips, a taste so soft
All the time
Your hand still caresses my heart
So I hold you closer
Than I could ever hope
But I hear a droning sound
It get's louder and my vision distorts
You start to
it seems as though
everytime i get close
i harm those around
mentaly scarring
i harm
but i'm caring
i only stick around
for your well-being
even though
i told you once before
i could never stay
i still manage to find a way
into that precious life of yours
and the words of a stranger
don't work any more
because the lonely red leather chair
causes discomfort
it closes me up
as you know
i prefer not to talk
and these Anti-Melancholy:Capsule's
i'm doubting they work
each morning i consume
the effects don't seem so good
but i do it
because i thought it would help
you and how i am
i never hoped
to destroy
but the things
we lay upon grass
gazing up at stars
im afraid to say
everything in my mind
can't even look you
in the beautiful face
i just look in to
dark purple skys
white speckle sheets
as the tide comes in
rapid in emotion
so you swim towards the sun
and i'm reaching
but you've gone too far
i give up all hope
too numb to swim
your just floating away
so my hateful solar flare
arose from moonlit skies
the minus emotion produced
feelings suddenly sank
and i feel like i hate you
as your going to a better place
away from me
and emotional voidance
which i bring
just swim on with out me
i will soon too
but i want you to know
incase
theres something about the lig by PaulTaylor, literature
Literature
theres something about the lig
theres something about the lights
as you stroll through you life
taking routes along so many hights
choosing wheather to believe
every single thing you see
you know it could be a dream
but what is a true reality?
everything seems more important with lights
glowing excessivly brightening up nights
fighting off unwanted victims
shielding midnight artists
but if it's strong enough
it will hold us out
unrealities wont let us go
it will follow me
it will follow you
in an eternal search
people just want the freedom of reality
in only which the lights of the night bring
but what if it doesn't seem?
what if it was what you didn't
waaait... surely it should be "e.e. cummings"... I came upon some information somewhere that he never capitalised the letters of his name. Of course, that doesn't mean you can't capitalise them...
Forget I ever said anything