this is not a metaphor.

It's somewhere buried deep under the sea
The sea that half exists as the other part of me
Gives off light that is bright and seems to make things right
For a little while anyway until it's time for the fight.
What comes and what stays
What you'll see and what you won't
I'd say go through the trouble to find out but
instead I'll go with don't.
It's not worth the trouble and the sand disturbed
No matter what it looks like it'll never be what you deserved.
Now we're on the subject of deserving?
I find this matter rather perturbing in that
Things happen and they never stop
So you may not come out on top, but as long as it hits the spot?
what the hell, i'll let this beat drop.
It's just the way it sticks and the way that it stays
always one step ahead resisting me with passing days
At first I thought what a silly phase but now I'm thinking the problem is in that phrase.
Staying up drinking passes the days
Gets me by in so many ways
Looks like I'm stuck in this fucking maze but God I do love just staying in a smoky haze.

-lbr.

you asked me for my thoughts.

Cold fingernails cling to cool cement
Cement that waves goodbye to the stairs and the sun and the stars
Not everything can always be where it wants to be.
How do such good manners turn into such anxiety?
A well-mannered lady never falters
Faltering, in the eyes of a gentleperson, is the same as fleeing,
And neither will be looked upon kindly.
The cold fingernails grasp tightly onto the manners they follow
Hoping desperately not to be left behind
With the riffraff and other broken dreams that lay in that disgusting heap of nothingness.
The cool cement tries to calm the anxiety but naturally
Well naturally their scientific properties cannot coincide.

-lbr.

consequential meanings and other hereditary disfunctions.

Rising tides meet blue eyed skies
The way the towers lean into your lies
Next to a swarm of noisy fireflies-
Enlightening, but leaves no room for a surprise
Even the fireflies can see the lies behind the skies of your blue eyes
And guess what?
They aren't surprised.
I'm not surprised when you go unrecognized.
If only you weren't so...internalized...
by which I mean selfish, but it's exactly like what you devised.
The beginning, middle and end come exactly as planned
Couldn't have done it better myself without my toes planted in the sand.
You keep snapping back to my wrist, you're just my favorite rubber band.
Not even they could hold up my life longevity next to my patience's brevity without the heat rising steadily, but I'll just keep on pedalling
Until I find the end
then I'll finally stay with you, my friend.
We'll probably both be frayed at the ends
We'll probably need a stitch or two to be on the mend
But it's always for the best in the very end.

-lbr.