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  • Mania

    by RosesAtSunset on June 27, 2016

    I was manic and I still am manic. Careful with the stress and weed, guys. It did me in. I'm so restless that writing this is difficult for me right now. Doing anything for more than 5 minutes is tough for me but I do it for 5 minutes anyway. Keep on keeping on. That's all I can do. 

    And Nomad, that's my name don't wear it out :D Still love you though, I meant that.

    Keep the love. I have too much of it.



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  • :^)

    by unpoised on June 22, 2016

    i still get high and think things like

    the death of me will probably start early and melodramatically, probably too much coffee and cigarettes. like the title of some emo song i'd probably listen to in 2006. holy shit. i'm trying to forget my tendency to start every sentence with "and" and instead i'm puking "probablys." like i probably fell in love but then i'm probably trippin over kind eyes and long spent nights. i'm heating up thinking about you but not the way you move more like the way you always know what to say and how it's getting kinda creepy kinda like the way i want you to need me

    probably the bong hit but thinking too much about you i'm gonna be sick

    ((hot ass beat clap))



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  • The Moon Is Down

    by blueplates on June 21, 2016

    All this space makes me feel a little bit smothered, and when every other over used self reassurance fails to make my hands stop shaking, I tell myself that nothing matters and I say it like it's a good thing. I wonder if you could divide the world into the people who the meaninglessness comforts and the people who lie awake at night trying to find a loophole in their own insignifigance. Nothing makes me feel better than knowing huge mistakes aren't for someone like me to make, in 50 years no one will care if  I never amounted to anything. I hate to sound so fucking sad because I'm not, I'm just in the deep end of lonely. 



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  • Give your entry a title

    by RosesAtSunset on June 11, 2016

    Hey follow me on twitter lovely song meanings people: _nonameprincess

     

    I LOVE YOU ALL

    THANKS NOMAD YOU DA ONE

     

    IM BETTER NOW

     

    NOW YOU CAN WATCH AND LEARN

     

    THANKS MIKE YOU DA ONE

    You let me hide my heart here and it is hidden no more

     

    I LOVE YOU ALL

    THANK YOU ALL

    EVERYONE THAT COMPLIMENTED MY WRITING

     

    EVERYONE THAT INSULTED MY WRITING

     

    YOURE ALL MY FRIENDS NOW

     

    WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT

     

    I LOVE ALL OF YOU

     

    SO CHECK OUT MY TWITTER

    AND SEE THE PERSON YOUVE HELPED CREATE

    I CHOSE TO BE GANDHI

    BUT IM FINALLY ASHITA HURIA

    But you, and all my friends, can call me ASH

     

    I FIGURED OUT THAT ALL MENTAL ILLNESS IS BRAIN SWELLING

     

    ALL LEARNING IS BRAIN SWELLING

     

    YOU JUST NEED A HUG AND SOME TYLENOL

     

    HERE'S MY DIGITAL HUG

     

    THE REST I LEAVE TO YOU

    I MIGHT NOT BE BACK

     

    THE REAL WORLD NEEDS ME NOW

    IT NEEDS YOU TOO

    I NEED YOU

    AND I WANT YOU

    YOUR WANTS ARE ALMOST AS IMPORTANT AS YOUR NEEDS

    And it sure is fun when they line up 

     

    GOODBYE FOR NOW

    REMEMBER THAT I LOVE ALL OF YOU

     

    REGARD LESS

    Lots of love,

    Ash

    PS: BELEEH DAT

     



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  • Literally Withering Away

    by Sawlie on June 10, 2016

    My work computer isn't loading Pandora for some reason and it's physically hurting me. If you read my mind right now, you'd see a blob of rice pudding. I can't get into any kind of flow without my music. TT _______ TT



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  • Celebrate

    by idkadrian on June 09, 2016

    I'll be standing tall

    When you call, I'll be at your side

    Don't even think of giving in

    Know all your fears keep creeping into your mind

    Even the darkest hour soon will be over

    My friend, it will be over



    I've been blessed and I've been cursed

    I've been the best, I've been the worst

    Now I'll take what's mine



    Who wants to celebrate?

    And who's just fine to sit and wait?

    I gave it everything

    Cause I just wanted you



    Who wants to celebrate?

    I don't have time to sit and wait

    I gave it everything

    And I just wanted you to feel the same



    We've all so often heard it said

    There's a road up ahead

    That's just beginning

    It's hard to see from where I stand

    There's a future close at hand

    And it's worth living



    I've been blessed and I've been cursed

    I've been the best, I've been the worst

    Now I'll take what's mine



    Who wants to celebrate?

    And who's just fine to sit and wait?

    I gave it everything

    Cause I just wanted you

     


    Who wants to celebrate?

    I don't have time to sit and wait

    I gave it everything

    And I just wanted you to feel the same



    Who wants to celebrate?

    And who's just fine to sit and wait?

    I gave it everything

    Cause I just wanted you to feel the same



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  • Hallow Man

    by idkadrian on June 05, 2016

    Water me down, or I don't know

    Where the room's tied to one of us

    That mix up to whom it really goes

    Alone is what you fear

    Alone is how you sleep

    Alone is how you keep yourself from me

     

    Yet, you feel hallow

    Not being shallow, but you'll never follow

    It's not you, it's me and now I can wallow

     

    The times are rearranging

    The times are changing for the better

    The times  are changing, I thought I knew better



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  • Counting Flowers On The Wall

    by blueplates on June 02, 2016

    I'm going to spend my time writing shitty poetry in the green and yellow light of this slow closing honey trap, and people are going to read it and think someone like me could do better, but I never will and they'll stop expecting it. Whatever I say will be trite because anyone who is alone this much is running out of things to notice. I go for walks at night even though there's noone to make sure I come home. I'll keep taking whatever I find because I never knew when to stop. I'll be terrible at art and do it anyway because I want to. I'll stop telling people yes when I want to say no. I'll stop being afraid of things I know I can't run away from. I'll stop running away from things I don't want to think about. I don't care! I don't care! I don't care!



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  • Friday, May 27th, 2016

    by NoOne\'sPerfect on May 27, 2016

    I cannot wait until the summer. I just love the outdoors, and I want to be outside in the warm sunshine. I love the feeling of the fresh air filling my lungs when I breathe it in. *Sigh* I just hope it doesn't rain a lot. I'd be so disappointed!

    I would do other things other than being outside. Maybe write a song or a story called "Love Will Thaw a Frozen Heart."



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  • There is Nothing Wrong with Me

    by RosesAtSunset on May 27, 2016

    The heart roared with the cheers of the newly elected
    No longer siphoned by the cold and calculated
    Wandering listlessly through the burgs
    Dreaming of chi town
    Living in horse town
    Couldn't cope with cadence
    Couldn't harness templeton
    Your love was all I wanted
    But I didn't care what you wanted
    Your love was all I wanted
    And now I just want to run away to Japan
    But I never learned how to suffer
    And I'm too scared to start now
    Maybe my dreams will never come true
    Sometimes I don't know if I want them to
    Your love was all I wanted
    Now I don't want anything
    And I'm free

    maybe if I free myself
    I can find myself

    may

    be



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  • Sicilian defense

    by CleanLaundry on May 26, 2016

    today I accidently bumped into this one TA I had in this one Bio class I took back in sophomore year. 

    I had a pretty serious (at the time) crush on her. she was 28 which I thought was hot for some reason. she was wicked smart and knew a lot about terrestrial ecology and had eyes that looked vaguely like an ocelot's. I was pretty smitten. 

    one time when we were doing field research in the meadow, she arrived 45 minutes late wearing an indigo Wu Tang Clan tshirt and red poison oak rashes on both wrists. everyone took off pretty quickly after the field trip was done, but I lingered, picking thorns and burs off my socks and side eying her as she transcribed her field notes. I felt like an asswipe, for five silent minutes I tried to tell her how much I loved the song "Da Mystery of Chessboxin'" 

    a year later I ran into her at a friend's gig and she had no recollection of me or my face, which was both confusing and a relief at the same time. the whole thing was surreal. that whole month of my life was surreal. the night of the gig she earnestly asked me to order her a drink: "Svedka with drop of vermouth with a glass of olives on the side." she emphasized the "drop of vermouth" part. "yes ma'am." I felt so grown up. mature. turgid with pride. 

    until later that night:

    "oh my god"

    "what?"

    “you have those fucking glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling.”



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  • A Caricature of Logic

    by RosesAtSunset on May 26, 2016

    Getting to know someone is like taming a wild animal
    We're just glorified animals

    I might've killed the next Hitler
    I might've killed the next Jesus

    Christ

    ---

    stuff i think about when I'm stoned:

    "sometimes all we need to be able to continue alone
    are the dead
    rattling the walls
    that close us in." -Charles Bukowski

    Anxiety that cracks like eggs in your veins
    Sometimes the problem is that you're standing in the chalk art
    Human beings are mold in the tupperware that is earth
    You can take the girl out of the culture
    And you can also take the culture out of the girl
    Culture is not only deep rooted
    It is also transient and fragile
    People want to think their suffering is unique

    Resilience is the answer

    Listening to: You! Me! Dancing! - Los Campesinos!



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  • a camouflaged hunter

    by CleanLaundry on May 23, 2016

    a week full of rocks and thorns has me backing to the depths of my claustrophobic room, back to sending long cathartic emails at 2am to my thesis advisor, to my mother, to my best friend from the 6th grade who is now a wunderkind movie producer.

    some days I'll wake feeling weird and light and hopeful. I'll whistle that talking heads song that my friend once tried to convince me was a love ballad. I'll do laundry, I'll crack my knuckles and work and write and go to the gym.  

    one evening last week I went for a walk in the woods and saw a modern apollo and artemis arguing in the shade of a laurel tree. apollo was sporting an acryllic splattered hoodie, doc martins and dudebro raybans. he had a harmonica hanging from a rope cord around his neck, I kid you not. artemis was beautiful and disheveled and agitated. she was arguing about climate change and picking at her ripped jeans. if wood nymphs were real I swear they'd be flanking her on both sides. apollo pulled a pack of marlboros from his pocket and walked over to me and asked for a lighter, which then provoked artemis to rotate her glare onto me, which provoked me to freeze like a deer. I was scared that she'd call a pack of wolves on me or something.  apollo smirked a subterfuge smirk.

    after I gave him my lighter he said, "it's a blessin to be stressin, my friend. means you're on the right side of the grass."



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  • gale, my beloved accountability partner

    by CleanLaundry on May 15, 2016

    I am baffled in a bar in the middle of the night for what seems like the millionth time. the server behind the counter somehow makes fleet foxes sound good even in the pinnacle of spring. I can almost imagine snow flurries twirling in the cold night outside. in reality it's 76 degrees F but I feel so cozy I could curl up and hibernate right then and there. 

    I'm baffled by the person sitting across from me, the smart but spacey, undervalued girl with the self-cut hair and threadbare tshirt who talks in riddles and loves stray cats.

    something is hibernating in both of us, a fire that is underwater. maybe a year from now we will meet again and we will have overcome whatever is smothering us and become the people we dreamed of being when we were six years old. 



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  • Give your entry a title

    by audreyrose1227 on May 13, 2016

    Just trying this out for the first time...I guess we'll see where this goes. It's a good time to make a songmeanings account because I'm looking for music that's new to me...also I have some interpretations of songs and stuff. It's always interesting to read the comments and others' interpretations as well. That's about it.



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  • Music is Life.

    by FALL1N43VA on May 12, 2016

    I wish music was a person so I could thank it for being in existence, but if it were it wouldnt be so perfect anymore.



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  • From My Heart to My Wife

    by tymerider2 on May 05, 2016

    Part of the struggling class, here in the USA,
    Living check to check, we're on our merry way,
    We take care of two cats and 9 feral TNRs,
    We do a lot of prayin', stay away from all the bars,
    Life can get so crazy, but with you it's more than good,
    We don't waste our time escaping,
    Those ways we tried they left us down,
    Now our faith's in Jesus, good things will all come around,
    We've bid our fears and doubts goodbye we don't care what people say,