Sui generis

This is something new and happier than most. I have recently stumbled across a new muse and it has provided me with a light heart. Hooray!

Sui generis
Unique is a word that gets thrown around
So often, it has become the norm
The meaning is lost like words with no sound
Washed away in these typical storms

This looks breaks through conventionality
You brim with trendsetting wealth
You have upset the social feng shui
You surprise even yourself

When people look back at these lost, sad years
They will see the world has grown duller
But I'll looks back at you with great revere
And see your face speckled in technicolor

Why do rainbows look pale in your light?
Compared to you, it is nothing to see
Why do sunsets try to fight
your beauty, unsuccessfully?

I spell unique with only four letters
Although some may disagree
Seeing you makes my days better
Come and be different with me

Random Lines

I woke up today feeling very melancholy. While I was at work, a couple lines popped into my head. They are very sad and emo-esque, but some of the more creative things I think of are of that nature. Oh, well. Sue me.

The constant barrage of self-esteem crushing words have finally taken its toll.
I have spent years constructing my ego, it took you weeks to destroy my soul.
You tore down my walls to peer to my insides.
You took out my insides to get to my pride.
I used to be so tall
and this endless tag team has diminished my will.
I feel so small when you are around.
In your inifinite wisdom, don't you recognize this sound?

What will it take for you to surrender?

Untitled (Retitled)

I wrote this song a few months ago. I put my self in the shoes of someone who feels incomplete (with a little of my own life experiences thrown in for good measure).

Untitled (Retitled)
We are outlines of songs to a demo
Underdeveloped film in the studio
Empty shells of former humans
Unfinished masterpieces

We are scared to be completed
Content in being beaten
We never want the first space
It's easier to blame from second place

We are remnants of our former selves
A run-down house with ransacked shelves
We are clouds that refuse to rain
We are songs with no refrain

I am Satan and I can't take this heat
A town with torn up streets
I am forced to hope I am something I am not
I am Satan and it's fucking hot

Our eyes are glazed over to the prefect ending
Our minds our blocked to our methodic mending

We are unwritten songs on a demo
Underdeveloped film in the studio
Empty shells of former humans
Unfinished...