I Sink to the Top- by: unknown forgotten

Blown out of the water like two swedish submarines
Tasting the flesh of life
But sinking in tin rooms

I'm floating dead and bloated
Upon your front porch
I'm lost, I've never been here

Count my dreams and you'll see

I'm swmming to shore
I'm swimming to shore
All is left behind me
And I'm almost there

In due time.

Floral Patterns- by: unknown forgotten

The truth behold, and upholds itself
Turn your mattress over before it breaks your back
Strangers and passer-byers yell and scream and shout
Since they're you worst enemies and one best friend
Jump the fence and take all you can grab
A link between you and the taxi you never took
Pacing miles within 6 square feet
On those new shoes that jam your toes
Money down the drain and a window pane
Thinking back to that math class in which you didn't do well
Counting the marks etched in the wall
And dividing them by the amount times you heard seagulls make noise
Upon the water you accidentally stepped in it yourself
When the water rumbled forth bearing that floating dead fish
You vomited and it reminded you of that night you almost expressed yourself
And how earlier you had been hundreds of miles away in the barnacle infested depths

Timber- by: unknown forgotten

Staring at the carpet from millimeters away
I took a tour of the fabrics and spaces in between
I was sinking quickly into them
and the miniature expanse that lied there within
Peering into such a small, infinite space
I couldn't feel my face

My hands were somewhere near
Reaching for the floor but unable to locate
And hoping to brush against the bottle somewhere
Solely to stop the slowly pouring liquid escaping it's neck
And perhaps if I could stand up again
I might take another drink

My head weighed one million pounds
It pressed itself into the ground
I could feel each thread embedding it's pattern in my skin
Blood throbbing, eyes rolling back
Everything turned to black
And drool oozed out of the crack between my dehydrated lips

Not much insight
Less forthsight

All the Battles I've Faught- by: unknown forgotten

Kill the referee
His decision is wrong
I'm slicing all the ankles I can get my knife on
I still won't win this game

They handed me a shovel
Told me to dig through the concrete
Well holding this handle and scraping only sparks
I'm looking for something real tonight

Where they go we don't know
Walk that road
The cars been towed
I guess we'll walk home alone

I guess somewhere along the way
I lost my train of thought
And then I lost my train of thought

It's the difference between my eyes and your heart
My eyes look into your heart that is hidden
Your heart looks into my eyes that divert

Someday I'll see the end of the world
And you'll be a major motion picture factor in it
Acting against your will
I'll probably be there by hapenstance as I am today
But I don't try