Overdue confetti

Nomenclature- by: unknown forgotten

You know the name I call
It's always been yours
I haven't lost it's meaning
In fact I wrote a song about it

You know I've called your name
It's always been yours
I never forgot the pronunciation
In fact I learned it before anyone

Between the lines?
Look between the lines,
there's nothing there, dipshit.
It's just a blank space.

Too bad real life doesn't have a default. Because you and I, we'd be it.

Oh shit
It's Vomitron!
look at that
He's vomiting
oh man
I just cleaned that carpet
oh shit
It's Vomitron!
Damnit
That really smells bad

Then there was a new tide that rolled upon the Puget Sound. It brought fresh water and a new sweeter scent than before. And after how much we loved the old tides, how we could rely on the subtle crashing waves, the new one shall wash many new adventures upon the shore. And open up new worlds for us to explore.

"...scrutiny of some sort.
I am an asshole."

Your time away- by: unknown forgotten

I didn't see your face amongst the crowd
And in my moment of joy
I frowned
What is it that draws me to you
What was it that caused me to distance before
Before I even knew
Before I initially lost you
I remember now
Twas a fellow fellow
And creates the awkward feelings
I'd like to know you more
but circumstances made it more difficult
More than I know how to cope
I'm so sorry you went away and in the end
in the end made yourself sad
I didn't intervene like I should have in the beginning
I'm sorry I failed
But what is this but nothing more than a lingering dream,
lost in the retrospective?
Dear darling,
even I would reconcile and wash clean
Even I would drop everything for you

Lesson #1- by: unknown forgotten

Told the right hand to the face
This ain't a bottle a bourbon
It's a bottle of life

Told the left hand to the stomach
This ain't a fiction
This is the truth

Told the bloody face to the fists
This ain't a struggle but against yourself
It's a massacre no matter how you see it

Told the bludgeoning to the recipient
This ain't an onslaught it's a lesson
This is the truth

You(')r(e) God (?)- by: unknown forgotten

No you're wrong
I don't hate the gods
I hate your god
Even worse I hate you
Between the things you say and the actions you do
With the way you say it in the manner you do
I don't hate your god I hate you
Your god could smite me down
Depending on how much you actually believe
But as I said
I don't hate the gods I hate you

Deap Inside- by: unknown forgotten

Kill me
Kill me and worship
Worship me
Kill me
Let me sleep tonight
Let me roll under the dirt and be a hero
Let me sleep again
Kill me and worship me
To see what we've never seen
To explore
What we've never known to explore
What we've never thought to explore
Deap deap inside

7665 days or
183960 hours or
11037600 seconds
and counting

As much as I enjoy surviving in my own universe and reality, independent of the fast paced moving society and world surrounding me, I do request the company of others occasionally. And for the record, I don't really enjoy this unwarranted seclusion.