Song: Running up that hill

I see rivers in my mirror,
a canvas painted red.
Which painter used
these colors on me?

Those books never
told of this illness.
The lacking of spark has
a madness-inducing quality.

I'm troubled and tired
of waiting for a fever.
Hey, doc, I'm on edge
slip me a pill
when no other can see.

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and how come sometimes we act like we belong in institution?

Artist: Andreas Grega

Untitled

my cover is blank
I don't know who I am
or what I'm about

an ambivalent mind
residing in a dark corner
I'm all and nothing

overlooked and noticed
I'm an open book
that you can't read

what's my worth
temperate the hurt
what do I get for my all
label me before I fall
I'm untitled

circle of excuses
we're both blind and at fault
I raise my wall of sheets

finally,
the empty is too much to bare
and I head for new destinations
for all the time I spent solitaire
and in silent conversations
I'm quite uncertain
that I know my own person

Song: Breakdown More - Eric Hutchinson

the dam has a leak

and I construct ugly towers of sentances
built out of awkward words
in a city that reaks of insecurity

I fail to believe
(consistently)

- and I consequently hate myself for sounding like a whiny 14 year old girl

Playlist: On-the-Go 2

society/celestial canon
have you ever felt - like i feel?
choking on words, exhibitionistic tears
(a sideorder of sighs)
covered over with something unreal

because it's verboten
that we should show real emotion

Song: Bolero - Steve Sharples

black leather dragging behind
and she's leaving lines
as she saunters across the floor

piano man in the shadow
diddles out his soul
haunched over 88 strings

a room full of artists
trying to paint grey over with color
revelling in words of Decadence
among fairies, smiling skirts
and those enslaved

a set of arms starts the game
calling eachother within a circle
and both refuse to yield

eyes set on their dialogue
twists and turns and stomps
accompanying the wordless song

tension fills space
the floor starts burning hot
as the trio turns to an orchestra

partners change arms
to the next glistening with sweat
building up to the crescendo

heartbeats starts singing
flashes before an explosion
followed by staccato images

piano hands stills,
man has played himself empty
but she fills him up
with her gratefulness
-while others return to their default