The Streets Looked Different by Zodia-Mocking-Bird, literature
Literature
The Streets Looked Different
The streets looked different, And the winds they didn't howl, Every single step I took, Was coupled with a scowl. And the streets felt different, They lost all memory, Somehow.
Isn't it amazing how someone can feel on top of the world? Like a globe is sitting at your feet and you alone have the power to kick it, stomp it, bite it, end it.
Or softly caress it, polish it even, and set it back on the mantle like that prized piece of china in your Grandmothers living room, the one you were told never to even look at as a child, even when being stuffed full of cookies and chocolates.
Yet the same person can turn it all upside down, and make you sadder than the saddest song ever written, the ones that really pull on your heart strings and make you live a double life inside the melody, wondering who it was about, why the
An old man sat on a Mountaintop,
Contemplating all of creation,
Had he been one to be feared?
Had he been rich in life?
Had he been a soldier,
Who's lives he took on the commands of lesser men?
Seen the horrors of all we have to offer through scarlet eyes,
Burning with regret?
Had he been a banker,
For rich men come,
And rich men go,
Never taking the gold they had amassed with them.
Had he been a lover of all those around him?
Did he love the ones he fathered?
Did he leave a mark on this earth?
Or will his bones scatter like dust in the wind?
Had he been a mighty King,
With lands as far as the eye can see?
And holds of people cryi
With knuckles clenched,
and sweat on brow,
I'll finally muster the courage,
To say the words that have been,
On tip of tongue,
For what feels like a generation.
(Verse 1)
If my heart were to stop beating,
Know it beat for you,
Don't pound your fist against my chest,
To make the rhythm new,
(Chorus)
Let me go,
Without shock
and without tube,
Without correction,
Without reaction,
Let me go.
(Verse 2)
If my body were to stop heating,
And my breath turned cold,
Don't push the air back in my lungs,
To let me grow old,
(Chorus)
Let me go,
Without shock,
and without tube,
Without correction,
Without reaction,
Let me go.
(Bridge)
D.N.R upon arrival,
D.N.R upon arrest,
Don't even think about it,
D.N.R I will protest.
(Outro)
If my heart were to stop beating,
Know it beat for you.
If my heart were to stop
I hate how we fight,
Like meat between your gnashers,
Quiet and Unspoken,
Cold war clashes,
With silence,
And papers,
Empty threats,
And roulette bets,
I can't just pick you out,
Without assistance.
And we sit and think,
Shapeless and starless,
Of all the bad we have done,
Did we burn to brightly?
Or just smoke and not catch light?
We sit and think of all that's happened,
The ones that we love,
The ones that we hated,
Both play on minds equally,
Fiercely,
Do you need a compass to find your way back home?
As we push our bodies to the brink of collapse,
Do we really need to be told of all the wrong?
Do we really need to read all the bad in the world?
Can't we just sit on ceilings and embrace,
That there's more to this than emotion?
America (Turning Tricks and Burning Muses) by Zodia-Mocking-Bird, literature
Literature
America (Turning Tricks and Burning Muses)
(Verse)
Killing birds and apple pie,
Turning tricks and burning muses,
Rivers deep the young and free,
Alligators red white and blue.
(Pre-Chorus)
American dreams seem pretty enough,
Till white picket fences turn to prison bars.
(Chorus)
She said, She said, She said,
Call me by real name,
Not the one you used to love me with,
She said, She said, She said,
Quit playing children's games,
She said.
(Verse)
Killing birds and apple pie,
Turning tricks and burning muses,
Rivers deep the young and free,
Alligators red white and blue.
(Pre-Chorus)
American dreams seem pretty enough,
Till white picket fences turn to shanking scars.
(Chorus x2)
Sh
If I,
If I,
If I,
If I,
If I could catch the broken fragments of your dream anxiety,
And mend you a crown made of ghosts and succulent visions,
I would.
If I,
If I,
If I,
If I,
If I could burn your silhouette,
silently smiling into the backs of my eyelids so you were the last thing I see before I went to sleep,
I would.
If I,
If I,
If I,
If I,
If I could take you by the hand,
hold you shivering while we both caught hypothermia in a silver ocean.
I would.
Hopelessly,
Flawlessly,
Undoubtedly attracted to you.
I am.
We don't have inchworms here,
Just legless, shallow, hunters,
Deeper and deeper,
Blind, bored, steely,
They burrow,
Like a nail from a hammer,
Or a knife edge in a bar fight,
Looking eyeless,
Feeling toothless,
Eating hungerless,
Why can't I get under you.
The Streets Looked Different by Zodia-Mocking-Bird, literature
Literature
The Streets Looked Different
The streets looked different, And the winds they didn't howl, Every single step I took, Was coupled with a scowl. And the streets felt different, They lost all memory, Somehow.
Isn't it amazing how someone can feel on top of the world? Like a globe is sitting at your feet and you alone have the power to kick it, stomp it, bite it, end it.
Or softly caress it, polish it even, and set it back on the mantle like that prized piece of china in your Grandmothers living room, the one you were told never to even look at as a child, even when being stuffed full of cookies and chocolates.
Yet the same person can turn it all upside down, and make you sadder than the saddest song ever written, the ones that really pull on your heart strings and make you live a double life inside the melody, wondering who it was about, why the
An old man sat on a Mountaintop,
Contemplating all of creation,
Had he been one to be feared?
Had he been rich in life?
Had he been a soldier,
Who's lives he took on the commands of lesser men?
Seen the horrors of all we have to offer through scarlet eyes,
Burning with regret?
Had he been a banker,
For rich men come,
And rich men go,
Never taking the gold they had amassed with them.
Had he been a lover of all those around him?
Did he love the ones he fathered?
Did he leave a mark on this earth?
Or will his bones scatter like dust in the wind?
Had he been a mighty King,
With lands as far as the eye can see?
And holds of people cryi
With knuckles clenched,
and sweat on brow,
I'll finally muster the courage,
To say the words that have been,
On tip of tongue,
For what feels like a generation.
(Verse 1)
If my heart were to stop beating,
Know it beat for you,
Don't pound your fist against my chest,
To make the rhythm new,
(Chorus)
Let me go,
Without shock
and without tube,
Without correction,
Without reaction,
Let me go.
(Verse 2)
If my body were to stop heating,
And my breath turned cold,
Don't push the air back in my lungs,
To let me grow old,
(Chorus)
Let me go,
Without shock,
and without tube,
Without correction,
Without reaction,
Let me go.
(Bridge)
D.N.R upon arrival,
D.N.R upon arrest,
Don't even think about it,
D.N.R I will protest.
(Outro)
If my heart were to stop beating,
Know it beat for you.
If my heart were to stop
I hate how we fight,
Like meat between your gnashers,
Quiet and Unspoken,
Cold war clashes,
With silence,
And papers,
Empty threats,
And roulette bets,
I can't just pick you out,
Without assistance.
And we sit and think,
Shapeless and starless,
Of all the bad we have done,
Did we burn to brightly?
Or just smoke and not catch light?
We sit and think of all that's happened,
The ones that we love,
The ones that we hated,
Both play on minds equally,
Fiercely,
Do you need a compass to find your way back home?
As we push our bodies to the brink of collapse,
Do we really need to be told of all the wrong?
Do we really need to read all the bad in the world?
Can't we just sit on ceilings and embrace,
That there's more to this than emotion?
America (Turning Tricks and Burning Muses) by Zodia-Mocking-Bird, literature
Literature
America (Turning Tricks and Burning Muses)
(Verse)
Killing birds and apple pie,
Turning tricks and burning muses,
Rivers deep the young and free,
Alligators red white and blue.
(Pre-Chorus)
American dreams seem pretty enough,
Till white picket fences turn to prison bars.
(Chorus)
She said, She said, She said,
Call me by real name,
Not the one you used to love me with,
She said, She said, She said,
Quit playing children's games,
She said.
(Verse)
Killing birds and apple pie,
Turning tricks and burning muses,
Rivers deep the young and free,
Alligators red white and blue.
(Pre-Chorus)
American dreams seem pretty enough,
Till white picket fences turn to shanking scars.
(Chorus x2)
Sh
If I,
If I,
If I,
If I,
If I could catch the broken fragments of your dream anxiety,
And mend you a crown made of ghosts and succulent visions,
I would.
If I,
If I,
If I,
If I,
If I could burn your silhouette,
silently smiling into the backs of my eyelids so you were the last thing I see before I went to sleep,
I would.
If I,
If I,
If I,
If I,
If I could take you by the hand,
hold you shivering while we both caught hypothermia in a silver ocean.
I would.
Hopelessly,
Flawlessly,
Undoubtedly attracted to you.
I am.
We don't have inchworms here,
Just legless, shallow, hunters,
Deeper and deeper,
Blind, bored, steely,
They burrow,
Like a nail from a hammer,
Or a knife edge in a bar fight,
Looking eyeless,
Feeling toothless,
Eating hungerless,
Why can't I get under you.
Sit on the world,
Dip your toes into galaxies,
Whisper into a void,
Asteroids you must avoid,
Look up,
Look down,
Turn left,
You aren't right,
Take a bite of moons,
They taste like cheese and prunes,
Forget the horror,
Of a horror worth forgetting,
Let yourself slip away,
Into a world of dream.
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