#1
Highs
Puppies love the way you smile
With your teeth and forehead touching hands
Grass blades gloss in and out
In and out, all the way out into a silhouette
She stabbed him at the fanfare
A bouncing show where a flu paraded
Along, along, along, along, along,
Along, along, along, along, along
Time won’t tell anymore
Shoot the particle dense breeze

Highs love you
You make them so vivid and imaginative
Highs
Highs…

She screamed, “Oh-no? Is it not time to go home?”
With cinnamon hives running up and down her back
Her spine chuckling and cracking, locking my hands
Back behind her
Holding her like cruise control
You aren’t stick-shift but you lack the audacity to be automatic
What are you?
Where are you?
I won’t tell anymore
Shoot me or the breeze

Highs love you
Like so few truly could
You’re looking
Looking

Tell me
Soft eye crease
How do you know to close?
Blinking is marvelous
Oh,
Tell me
Tell me
Why is it that the millisecond I blink
As I can’t see is
So much better
Than seeing you dancing with
Another pair of feet
Oh
this one is for you.
Last edited by Ebshabutiee at Jan 23, 2009,
#2
as a matter of personal taste, i don't really understand most of what you've written. random lyrics are cool, i accept that, but i can't really interpret it very much because of that (or maybe because it's 2 40am).

lines like "Tantrum teeth... Where did Nowhere go?" and "Shoot me or the breeze" weren't particularly obvious to me in meaning and didn't really add anything to the piece from my perspective. the topic was also very vague to me as well, although i picked up that it's about some sort of controlling female from the lines "She stabbed him at the fanfare" and "locking my hands, Back behind her."

that being said, i really really really really like the ending.

Why is it that the millisecond I blink
As I can’t see is
So much better
Than seeing you dancing with
Another pair of feet

fixed a minor grammatical error but i had to quote this. the rest of piece sort of washed over me as i couldn't pick up much from it but then this part hit me like a cold slap of reality. it hurts to see your girl with someone else, to which i empathise. but why is it so much better to look away from something when you know it's not reality? very nicely put.
"And after all of this, I am amazed...

...that I am cursed far more than I am praised."
Last edited by Sol9989 at Jan 22, 2009,
#3
I'm not sure about this one yet. I'll get back to you. First impression: you're getting too lost in information overload.
#5
Quote by hayan
What did you write about?

I was hoping you(and whoever else reads this) could figure that out for yourself.

This isn't random, its events that have happened to me with a little gloss thrown in so its not overly blatant and bland.
this one is for you.
Last edited by Ebshabutiee at Jan 23, 2009,