SymMetrical

You pulled me aside today and  Asked me to dance and I said, “Maybe I’ll dance tomorrow.” You called me today and  Invited me to go out and I said, “Maybe I’ll go tomorrow.” You tucked me in today and Told me to sleep and I said, “Maybe I’ll sleep tomorrow.” You cooked for me today and Told me to eat and I said, “Maybe I’ll eat tomorrow.” You tugged at me today and Begged me to stay and I said, “Maybe I’ll stay tomorrow.” You sat next to me today and Held me tight and  I said,  “Maybe I’ll be okay tomorrow.”  You held my hand today and I cried on your shoulder and You said Nothing because you understood. - Tristan B. 

Not a day goes by I don't wish That the dreams that I dream should come true But sometimes I get scared Because I don't know If the truth Is something I can go through And I don't know If what I've felt before Was love Or a knot in my side Or a knife in my back And I stop to think Is there a difference? I took the long way home today To think But I'm getting off track I guess if you think about it It's a pretty funny thing To be alone In a whole world of people All lost in space And I guess if you think about it It's a pretty scary thing To live on a rock Falling forever Where we try to find our place I wish that there was something Where if I watched it Or read it, or heard it It would tell me why And things would make sense And I can't understand how someone could make everything so clear, yet so complex I just cannot live at someones expense

You are sitting on the sand you have traveled to the beach and yet you still wonder why things stay out of reach Buried beneath rock and stone a chasm lies beyond imagination beyond comprehension beyond comparison You are sinking in the sand You have escaped to the beach Why did you leave you dreams out of reach? And as you sink through the sand you begin to fall and you fall away from fear, from responsibility, from identity and you look to see what's left and you find nothing You are swept up by the ocean You are deserted on a beach Why do you find yourself                      so out of reach? Why aren't you cold?             Or bleeding?                 Or crying?               Or wanting? You have built a house And you live on the beach Forever alone and       ...

Black pen, microphone Toothbrush, telephone White cup, Yellow cup, Plain glass cup Ipod, blue case Red comb, iron mace  three Ticonderoga boxes Usb, flash cards  nail clippers, coins in jars Glue stick, chap stick, Red sharpie Big Jar, little jar Headphones, plastic car Acer, tic tacs, seven business cards Pair of glasses, Star Wars Ink pen, ruler three highlighters, one wallet, blue sharpie Zelda and the Minish Cap Picture frame, Hirule map White out, movie ticket, one desk lamp

Why should I be so afraid When Monday is another day We walk inside and we try to hide From the truth that brought us here Why can't I go back to bed When Tuesday brings me hope instead We settle down and we all look 'round At the faces staring back Why should I want so much more When Wednesday's plastered to the floor We try to speak with minds still weak While they sing songs instead Why can't others talk to me When Thursday's looking awfully green We staple eyes to tests revised While we just want them shut Why do hours pass so slow When Friday teeters to and fro With MTV and 420 We slowly bleed to death

Why can't we look at things too closely Or feel Or tell Or taste them closely Those you bite, bite back...well           mostly Why can't we get what we think we deserve? Why can't we make them understand Our friends and freindliers understand That we're not as common as grains of sand Why can't our memories be preserved? Sometimes at night, I try to pretend I like to not be scared pretend And think of all the time we'll spend And I try not to feel so cold

I’d be really happy in your warm embrace, To see that lovely smile on your face. I want the unbridled flutterings from your kiss.  I want to feel that incomparable bliss. I’d be really happy just to be with you. I’d like to see all there is to see with you. I want to become all I could be with you. I want to live the life I conceived with you.  I’d be really happy, but I’m afraid I’m not. I can’t live this life like I had thought.  You couldn’t love me, and I always knew.  Oh, how I wish it weren’t true. I’d be really happy, but I can’t be anymore. I can’t ignore what you’ve said like I had before. Inside rests a heart so tired and so sore.  It pounds in my chest, but what for? - Tristan B. 

A silent rotation A manifestation The home of temptation    of lust              and of malice                             and hatred and sadness All lost in translation and drowning in madness       

Such a bitter sting, Pulling out shards of everything. Every cursed day and every damned night. All that raged tucked away inside and all that fear tucked away from sight. One by one. Break. Break it from your skin. Release it all in a fit of anger and ecstasy. One By One. Hacking away at your insides, Wreaking devastation through the physical. One sad, dry-eyed husk, bearing fissures from the shards they bore into you. - Tristan B.

The Dark The Dark Still Awake Is There Nothing Left To Take? Are There No More Bones To Break? The Dark The Dark It's Getting Late To Hammer Nails Into the Stake To Leave Another Brain To Bake The Dark The Dark I Was A Fake To Leave You Lying Cold...In Wake To Not Believe Your Mind Could Shake Away From The World Beside The Lake The Dark The Dark A Body Aches

Basic Necessities come in 6 packs and 12’s Which are stocked and re-stocked on the very same shelves Day in, day out-From nine to five Our basic necessities are re-supplied And we drive and we park and we walk and we shop And we push and we wait and we swipe and we drop A sale on paint brushes…JUST 12.95! Our basic necessities identified “For a limited time!” “This is a must buy!” Our video/radio world has been fried The fifty fifth lady cashier has just died   Our basic necessities eat us alive