Ready when you are Dono.... I'm just polishing up the final draft of my shit. I'll probably post tonight or tomorrow.
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Fashion Statements
I wake up with a smile...
to the melancholy of Marcus Mumford.
I'm a slave to my headphones...
this hell and folly that parts the thunder.
Hearts asunder that are stark and plundered...
...put on scales for beat and measure.
Inside lines and patterns, rhymes are scattered,
that is where I seek my pleasure.
Not a shadow of normalcy do my peers see behind me though.
My darkness slumbers in art and hunger...
... these cretin sheep just say I'm emo.
I'm emo.
I'm emo?
You're the one who lost your tears over the thoughts of peers...
...who tossed your fears into a lot of beers,
and cried to whores that you loved them.
I shuffled by... Coldplay on a warm day,
knowing all the while I'm miles above them.
Girls pass... I'll smile and hug them.
They just say "something wrong? Cath C'mere."
I guess you have to be depressed to suggest a fucking song from Atmoshpere.
I guess he has to be half a queer.
Actually no, it's such a lie... I'm just a guy in motion.
That doesn't give a fuck,
and is in touch with my emotions.
That is in touch with all my potions.
If I said I wasn't I'd be a liar.
This demon with ruby eyes...
...my soul for which it doth aspire.
Socially comatose, but I feel no ire.
I'm inspired by a solitary sanctum, where I shall retire.
Shakespeare's on the wire...
"Then being asked where all thy beauty lies,"
I responded... "In the fire."
I guess it's outside your parameters.
I've written love letters in perfect iambic pentameter,
but love is not a letter's limit.
The girls I sent them to called me ameteur.
Everyones a critic.
These kids can't see me if they wanted to.
In hues of blue I am invisible.
I don't care who I should like or not...
I am an indiviual.
A couple swaggots somewhere started something,
your style is just residual.
These people treat people like less than people...
...and can't see the reciprocal.
...Typical.
They see I don't have a facebook and assume my life is pitiful.
When in fact I'm twice as nice, fine... and exactly as dandy.
As happy as can be.
As happy as canned peas.
The sad thing is you should just leave me be...
and fret about your own gloom.
It's a rocky path, but Radiohead showed me how a stone blooms...
...to Stones' tunes.
I meditade daily and I've grown shrooms.
Yet my t-shirt collection gets me voted most likely to shoot up home room.
Oh youth... wasted on the young and sheepish.
In High School, where high's cool... and literacy skills are seen as weakness.
So my geekish ability to not study and pass with B's.
Must obviously mean I have a lack of steez.
Yet with actual ease I script lines that are razor straight.
The thoughts alone are so heavy I use my paragraphs as paperweights.
My 'papermate's mistakes could break the fake poet in half.
4 years up and these fags are freaking out...
I take notice and laugh.
Fate showing it's ass...
... the 'real world' is waiting.
It's got these over fucked under read ingrates hating.
Now a year after graduation I'm A.A. degree-ing.
While the cool kids are out in rehab, and A.A.... the meetings.
I give them 'hey hey's and greetings, but I ain't shaking no palms.
They all ask me how I got ahead, how I was always so calm...
Oh how I could go on, but I'm needed see?
The show's on...
...so I tell em they need a valium cycle.
They thought my fashion was an act of sadness...
if only they knew... it's an album title.
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