There was poetry in every
verse of my silence –
I simply
couldn't let it out
of my chest,
of my chest,
so please
don't be bitter
that I'm now able
to lay my soul
on paper,
we both know that
if it weren't for you
I wouldn't have
anything to lay down
to begin with.
I guess that what I'm trying to say is
thank you for being there
even long after
I've withdrawn from myself –
I know it must not have been easy
to look after a shell.
I've withdrawn from myself –
I know it must not have been easy
to look after a shell.
on silence and other demons (his version)
ReplyDeletethere was night
and there was day,
she was silent
i wasn't gay,
tried so many ways,
but did not try enough
to make her finally speak
to make her open up
i am not bitter
i am not even sad
please give me only a sign
that everything will be alright
or probably she never wanted to talk
with me, anyway
she always seems so busy
she might not even care.
she thinks she's just a shell
but she got lost inside
please come out and speak
and then let's together hide
or let's explore the world
i don't even care
as long as you break
the silence i am condemned.
Roses are red,
DeleteViolets are blue,
Your poetry sucks
And so do you.
I know it's not right,
I know it's not fair,
But you made me laugh
My ass off the chair.
It seems you just popped
Your lyrical cherry.
I will be your Mozart
And you, my Salieri.
roses are dead,
Deleteviolets as well,
winter has come
and dragons might burn you to hell.
it's always been right,
not sure if it's fair,
laugh as much as you want
see if i care.
go home my friend
go home and cry
you thought this town was yours
but a Joker has arrived.
I'm so excited that you've been waitin' for this shit
DeleteBe advised! 'Cause when I driss random people it's over with.
What? You tryna' play the Joker? That's insane!
I flush any pretender to that role down the drain.
Now, this time, I'm not gonna be gentle to you
I was sayn' that you should split, don't you get the clue?
This town already has a Joker of it's own
I'm violent now 'coz I've been smoking this funny home-grown
I've thrown my middle finger in the air 'dis ma throne!
Now get down and beg for mercy, you little clone...
This fight will be the end of you, my little scumbag
I'll let you tell the people you dissed me so you can brag.
Now you can return to your poorly planned subversion
Go write about how you got your ass kicked...Her version.
Băieți, ne liniștim și noi? Gata joaca!:D
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