OddGetEven

1:24 AM Thinking

Open young talk;
Now your adequate with your world,
And mine conforms along with it.

We need feet;
To eat the city until were dead,
Dead isn’t better off yet.

ROUTE ZERO FOUR FIVE

I need you to understand for once,
Have your name spelt there,
You only wrote it once, and it ages,
I’ll show you how you watch walk,
When I have something about you,
Then faces you straight there,
No worries I am passable for the dues.

Picture this sentence, and point to the only over,
I write it before I speak,
Well I am sorry this is the only sentence to you.
Read this story then come home to a different place,
Suddenly you’re feeling alright.

Scrappy Idea #14

Which mountain can start off first?
A new air life, and it begins near that tree.
Let the small begin these different things.

Carry the set last end page reads,
That we knew this above, isn’t new for last.
Change took me from home.

I thought your other eye, had a few years to follow,
On what I couldn’t see,
What you took for granted.

Well we spell life as important,
I told miss, I am going to get it for good.
For good, I promise for good.

Scrappy Idea #13

Slowing the second run,
You’re still needed young,
Less found from the still next page,
Now we book your presence,
It’s what we hear him of,
Each part, that’s lived in,
We get a call from the main street,
Taken from the peak ends,
We don’t need to worry again.

Begin by two big faced friends,
The others not needed for this,
And the few are old for being great.
Below my list there’s children too,

An eye below,
I looked at her ask,
I found the brisking much smaller than last time,
Well read me now,
I am sure of getting it,
Well saw me now,
I can’t stand to look at it.

Scrappy Idea #12

Look she came together,
Now look and know,
Then seek a bit of silence for her.
The day should drop us off,
And since, then I knew life was a good idea…

Don’t go on your hasty days,
I know it tastes bad,
But bitterness is sweeter than this.

Don’t chop your flowers,
Just let them lay, in their bed,
The colours finds me in some way.

Scrappy Idea #11

A four letter picture,
Read the stage set above,
The only kind of ‘speak’ left.
Being sound, too good or alot,
It’s the only last fool to me.
What’s the talk by?
With how many feelings?
Spoonful of sugar,
With nothing else sweet.

Even the page up,
Or get left behind,
The trail tracks, have no clue where your at,
I name the home story idea,
With something with less air or at all.

Scrappy Idea #10

They plant away the few word prance,
I think the form can state something someday,
Here and after, and heave it off,
I will most likely be the blame.

The long last read, I ever had a girl,
I want to tell her back because she misheard,
Move on later, come back as the girl,
Maybe she hurts it, and maybe she meant it.

The story comes too close and patch,
It goes all a mile and away,
It can keep you on the own side,
Or hit an animals head with it,

I made the walk home hard for her,
She couldn’t breathe,
Closer than the home tree was before,
She sang a song about a boy left in her tracks,
Well he still lays there,
But it’s not me.

Scrappy Idea #9

Over the next little good thing,
Well sometimes I overlook this hurry,
This is hard talk, and harsh talk:
A story about a girl,
She just missed you once,
But I can’t figure it,
I lost the figure out,
Then let her escape.

Well this seems intentional,
How she lived, and whereabouts.
With what we called crazy,
She lived it somehow,
Well here is to a good ‘sometime’,
Where she forgot to smile for now,
She was the princess, and got her attention,
But I ruined her somehow.

It’s kind, but sad enough to say, your too far to end,
Could she once need something hurtful now,
High or something below the trenches,
Where the battles used to stick their knife.

Scrappy Idea #8

Read between these examples, oh bother,
I can’t seem to find my place,
Regarding the old man owl faced scab,
I just got put erased,

Now here is the needle point,
The darn truth, it’s hard to say,
We know we can do it all we like,
Without hesitation reigns,

You could start me off, like you wanted to,
I would look like your typical feared up prince,
I know that seems like its just supposed to,
But you never really snagged it,
Is that even true?
I just can’t believe you.

Any eye can carry the stories you write,
And how the sea can walk on my own,
I dressed like you wanted to,
Exactly like the typical feared up prince.

Scrappy Idea #7

The sun guards sit down by the tree,
I think it is time to grow,
I was picked up and thrown and went past the shield,
Well now it’s time to grow.

Sober changed, I am glad you noticed,
What I didn’t expect from you,
From the drunken outrage, I knew you would do this over too,
From what I know and how I’d be lost,
I know this doesn’t get to you,
And so change just how I am,
Cos you know it’s harder like this,

Do you know who, or what is next to me,
From the first cyclone, I had been taken not,
So knot, it can’t be true,
Just for once, I am simple silenced now,
With a hardly added alternative lump.
Well this lump it stays in your heart,
It begs and hurts, and hopes you die,