Talking Shit

[olyclimber]

 

Oh noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight

Looking kind of anxious in your cross armed stance

Like a bad tempered prom queen at a homecoming dance

And I claim I'm not excited with my life anymore

So I blame this town, this job, these friends

The truth is it's myself

And I'm trying to understand myself

And pinpoint where I am

By the time I get things figured out

I've change the whole damn plan

Oh noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight

Talking shit about a pretty sunset

Blanketing opinions that i'll probably regret soon

I've changed my mind so much I can't even trust it

My mind changed me so much I can't even trust myself

[olyclimber]

You're hopelessly hopeless

I hope so, for you

 

[magellan]

Get those boys out of the pink Barbie jeep! I don't care how much rock crawling they do, it aint right!

[Mos_Chillin]

So I said I wasn't posting anymore,

but here's a poem of mine for my friend:

 

City Hardness

 

Feeling out of sorts

from endless input.

News, promotion,

brand devotion,

sports.

 

Losing my story in the city.

It was strong once,

far from the lights.

 

The knowing self within

is talking with crows,

aural reaching for souls.

 

Seeking earth, rebirth:

fragmented in millions,

losing my mirth.

 

Digging, scrabble

for thread of story.

Frayed, afraid

amid sensation and glory.

[TrogdortheBurninator]

WE all knew you couldnt stay away

[olyclimber]

No more going to the dark side with your flying saucer eyes

No more falling down a wormhole that I have to pull you out

 

Welcome back Erik. Lets go climbing.