The Ironist

Now that you know me, you should follow me. Looking for something?

Come to me. 

Those Empty Lines

Defeat. Something one is not to be proud of. Yet, there is still booming possibilities and a million ways to take my future. Thankfully the path has already been decided. Everything I am is clay within his hands. The slate has yet to slant me, and the audition is in process. For this is a week of change and new beginnings. Where am I to start when I feel like I have already crossed the finish line? Empty lines never got you anywhere, but they seem to be getting me a place. Till an update. 

Forever.

Forever is well forever. The longest time imaginable. Are you ready for forever? Because I am getting cold. My guitar only knows so many chords and I am running out of clever lines for the situation. My thoughts are on anything but perfect harmony. The amount of different social groups I have to please is literally getting exhausting. Life drain. That is my new favorite combination of words. I am sitting and BAM life drain hits. All of your insecurities flood into my river of hopes and dreams and drown them. Ok that was a bit extreme, but at nineteen extreme is what I long for.  I can’t handle the one place at one time deal. Get on my level and we will all be doing well. I can see where your coming from and I understand far to well. Get in a classroom and then we will talk. I don’t like to associate with failure…to much of a life drain. I was thinking about getting a tattoo. Can I get vita scarico (life drain) across my head. On to the next one. Don’t you ever wish you could move on to the next one with no extra baggage. Life is getting redundant. I seriously need something more. Tomorrow I might actually crack my bible and have a reading party. I would prefer not to get here again. life drain 

Still

Still on my mind you are. Can’t think of anyone else. This is becoming a problem 

Break My Heartbeat

Checking my phone I’m a little to late

I got what you like, boy, but not what you’re willing to take

It started out easy, thumping smooth

But now I’m just hurting, drinking a hell lot of booze



You don’t even realize, how much I’m playing with your eyes

And moment pass like sips of wine

You look at me I’m acting fine



You said you want something you can physically touch

Was my heart not enough for your eyes, eyes, eyes?

Good bye, bye, bye

Baby boy, it’s hard not to cheat

Why did you break my heart beat, beat, beat

Oh please, please, please



You act a man when you’re on stage

But do you ever wonder what people have to say?

Get the words down and make her grin

Yet, I am entitled to all those other sins



Brush my cheek I look away

Tell me, boy, do you want to play? 



You said you want something you can physically touch

Was my heart not enough for your eyes, eyes, eyes?

Good bye, bye, bye

Baby boy, it’s hard not to cheat

Why did you break my heart beat, beat, beat

Oh please, please, please



This is the song you’re gonna sing

When then their closing the bar, and ask you to leave

Get up. Take yourself home. This is the reason you are alone

Get. up. Take yourself home. This is the reason you are alone 



You said you want something you can physically touch

Was my heart not enough for your eyes, eyes, eyes?

Good bye, bye, bye

Baby boy, it’s hard not to cheat

Why did you break my heart beat, beat, beat

Oh please, please, please

I love how the people you are supposed to want to see everyday are on the bottom of your text line. -