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broken lightbulb, shining star


Author: bite my lip
ASL Info:    20/f/nc
Elite Ratio:    3.22 - 59 /79 /12
Words: 170
Class/Type: Lyrics /Misc
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broken lightbulb, shining star



maybe i expect too much
maybe you just give too little
these broken dreams
and the smell of gasoline
are lingering outside my window

this summer day feels so cold and empty
as i waste away on our bathroom floor
the pillow i hold still smells like you
after all i do
i can't heal your wounds

my toenail polish is chipping off
we all know why it's there
but we don't care
these blood stains will never fade
but if the lightbulb breaks
we will still have the stars

i'm passed out in the backseat
it's four a.m. on a tuesday morning
cigarettes and sex all night
i wanted to apologize
because i'm the one that broke your headlight

my toenail polish is chipping off
we all know why it's there
but we don't care
these blood stains will never fade
but if the lightbulb breaks
we will still have the stars

if the wounds heal
we will still have the scars




Submitted on 2004-11-06 23:39:30     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  Mmmm...

The images this piece evokes. They are graphic and unapologetic; they cry to the types of realities that people deny and embrace with equal bliss. Does that make sense to anyone but me? Dunno. Feck it. I live incarnations of this every weekend. Except the times when it isn't the weekend. I mean, this is a life, an interesting life. One that I choose to live, but am dissatisfied with, although it constantly completes me in unique new ways.

But your words are not about me.

But they could be.

Bittersweet, like things I can't describe. I feel in it a vibe like Janis, but with a sweeter voice, with only half the whiskey. Smeared mascara and cheap perfume. Gentle lines at the corners of eyes, shallow-tempting, like shadows. Sugar and spice and everything passionate and oh-so-far-from-nice. The things angels are made of. You know, the ones that deserve wings but never find them. Head cradled in the lap of your next mistake. Shimmering eyes in the quarter-moon. You dig. I know you dig.

I think of these things on Sunday mornings, when I'm alone again with my fatigue and guilt. Quite frankly, toots, I love it.

Question. When you hear jazz at three am, with smoke in your hair, do you sway with the music? Or do you dance?

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| Posted on 2004-11-08 00:00:00 | by KrimsonReaper | [ Reply to This ]
  wow...i love this, it has one of these messages that sounds like it's about all relastionship, but then in the next stanza you lets us knwo it's just you and your lover who you where the chipped nail polish for...i don't know what to say i really like this

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| Posted on 2004-11-08 00:00:00 | by playing card | [ Reply to This ]
  maybe i expect too much
maybe you just give too little

this is an awesome start to a song... i so wish i could hear it in real life... its draws one in and makes them wonder where the singer is going with this and also kinda makes them think of their own world...brilliant... a very bold opening line

i'm passed out in the backseat
it's four a.m. on a tuesday morning
cigarettes and sex all night
i wanted to apologize
because i'm the one that broke your headlight

the rawness and realness of this verse is brilliant also... cigarettes and sex all night... i wanted to apologize... im passed out... its just so awesome
though most of all i was stunned by the chorus... i couldnt quite work out how we all knew why the toenail polish was on but if the light bulb breaks we'll still have the stars... and then you mirror that with wounds and scars...
simply awesome song... what kinda sound are you going for with this...? have you written the music for it already?
| Posted on 2004-11-07 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]
  Pretty, pretty… Now I’m sadd (on thys fine morn) I have nothing in the form of advice to give you… It’s awesome! Peace, love and automatic rifles- ~#6- ~sob~ ~weep~
| Posted on 2004-11-30 00:00:00 | by Six_Grey | [ Reply to This ]


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