After slowly smoking another lung grasping cigarette, I looked up only to see the largest of the moon I had ever glimpsed at while I was opening the door to my ghettofabulous apartment down here...downtown. It was beautiful: a dark burnt orange and fading and transforming by the second. If only there was someone to share something like that with.
Another kamakazi daydream.
Never.
to.
Happen.
Le sigh.
Someone cheer me up.
<3 Love.
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Unhappy Fool
If God gave me Purpose in life.
He made me a Circus clown.
A mime, an unhappy fool.
And like the circus,
I roll into town.
And come into your life.
Finding out your problems and
making them my problems.
Finding out your pain
and making it my pain.
The painted facade I wear on my face.
To hind my true feelings.
The painted performer,
for your amusement.
The acrobat that makes you laugh.
The funny fool, that takes your sorrows
away.
The world is a circus. And life is full
of flaming rings of fire and
Im jumping though, when ever
I come a cross them.
I try so hard to help so many and
so many times, I have played the fool.
Doing tricks, and summersaults to amuse you.
The clown may wear a smile, but inside he sheds
a tear.
The painted clown Im.
A performer here for you.
Here to make you laugh.
Here to shed you of your pain
and make it all go away.
To just bring a smile to your
face.
A clown you may think of me.
Then a clown I must be, somebody never
taken seriously.
And like all clowns that are in the
circus, it must all come to an end. And
just move on to the next town.
Shooting Star
What can I say, what can I do?
To mend these broken ties.
What can I say, what can I do?
To mend these broken eyes.
Eyes that only see the Book cover and
only read half the story.
But never to reach the end.
To never give it a chance.
Ties that pull on my heart like puppets
strings .A puppet's life cut short by a rusty knife.
The puppet shall dance no more, for it is dead.
A twist of my heart .A twist of fate.
If I don't act fast, it might be too late.
I'm like an actor waiting in wings, waiting for
my big break .But I loss my nerve and hesitate.
Now my chance for stardom is too late.
When I see you, it makes my heart soar.
Like a runaway star. Riding wild though out
the cosmos.
Just skipping about the heavenly body, like a
stone being tossed and dancing cross the brim
of the universe.
But if I don't express, what I feel in my heart.
Hesitation will pass me bye. Like a shooting star
in the night sky and burn out forever.
So what can I say and what should I do?
So that I will never loss you?
ehhhh...It cheered me up. Do you think it would be possible to mix electrotrash with dirty punk, without sounding like shit?