Mannella
06/05/07, 08:00 PM
I haven't posted anything in a while. Mostly 'cause I have nothing to be proud of, writing-wise. I'm only posting this because it captured an interesting perspective, that I experienced only for a moment. Basically, it deals with my falling-out with the church, the spiritual world. It's not easy to understand, so I won't try to explain it.
You've never met me before.
I've been the spider in the corner, the lonely one.
Smiling for them. And praising the higher power.
All the while, hanging by a thread.
Connected by frequency, the hidden noise.
Drop my face into conversation, come on, come on.
Just come on and say so.
As it is, you fucking know.
It's time to change my jeans, they just don't fit.
Whether I agree with my mind,
Or can't come to grips.
I want to just come out and say so
Like the song does.
Breathing, kneeling, whispering.
Raising eyes up, to the star in the sky.
Searching in the tall grass, for the necklace I lost.
In the corners, where the dirt and the grime builds.
Beneath the sun, everything looks the same.
You send me a message, how are you?
Haven't talked to you in a while, do you smile?
Your not even a skeleton in my closet,
Back when I was naive.
You were connected to me through love.
I don't care. It's just a pretty fuck.
Come on, come on, and just say so.
Wrap it around your mouth, squeeze the letters.
Drop away from your invisible force,
he'll never say so.
Supernatural failure in the sky,
Under the clouds.
Congregations, praising high,
but never saying why.
You've never met me before.
I've been the spider in the corner, the lonely one.
Smiling for them. And praising the higher power.
All the while, hanging by a thread.
Connected by frequency, the hidden noise.
Drop my face into conversation, come on, come on.
Just come on and say so.
As it is, you fucking know.
It's time to change my jeans, they just don't fit.
Whether I agree with my mind,
Or can't come to grips.
I want to just come out and say so
Like the song does.
Breathing, kneeling, whispering.
Raising eyes up, to the star in the sky.
Searching in the tall grass, for the necklace I lost.
In the corners, where the dirt and the grime builds.
Beneath the sun, everything looks the same.
You send me a message, how are you?
Haven't talked to you in a while, do you smile?
Your not even a skeleton in my closet,
Back when I was naive.
You were connected to me through love.
I don't care. It's just a pretty fuck.
Come on, come on, and just say so.
Wrap it around your mouth, squeeze the letters.
Drop away from your invisible force,
he'll never say so.
Supernatural failure in the sky,
Under the clouds.
Congregations, praising high,
but never saying why.