Release

(maybe lyrics? a bit cerebral… er… or abstract)

Click in the depths of my convoluted brain
Go the cogged wheels of turning, rolling back and in.

Bam to the bottom of my vessel of pain
Lands the pinpoint missile, bringing sharp-shooting stings.

It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.

Pow in the gut with all my soft, tender bits
Goes the fist of regret, turning in as it hits.

Oof to the jaw in my beleaguered face
Lands the fist of the past, slinging mem’ry of waste.

It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.

Caught in the wires
Of barb-ed thoughts,
Dragging up,
Dragging out,
Dredging pasts through the muck.

Cut it.
Break it.
Take it to the bone.
It’s time to begin again,
The seed’s unsown.

It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.

New leaves sprout.
New seeds sown.

It starts again. It’s new again.
I yearn again. And learn again.

©2014 choiSOSS

Fruitless

it remains fruitless,
apart from sour grapes gnawed
and bitter seeds sown.

©2014 choiSOSS

The Past Passed

(lyrics)

The past passed, but you still grasp.
The past passed; it’s not meant to last.

The arrogance of it all.
You’re just folding back memories in your head.
Obliviousness of your soul.
You’re just replaying it all, but instead
You should swallow your heart and forget the past,
Never looking to her, never try looking back.
It’s not fair to the other, the one you chose;
After all that was said, that one let you go.

The past passed, but you still grasp.
The elephant in the room– the monster under the bed.
The past passed; it’s not meant to last.
The one that got away– the heart’s golden thread.

So you hear her,
Her voice so clear.
Never near her,
Still you hold her dear.

The past passed, but you still grasp.
The elephant in the room– the monster under the bed.
The past passed; it’s not meant to last.
The one that got away– the heart’s woven thread.

You should swallow your heart and forget the past,
Never looking to her, never try looking back.
It’s not fair to the other, the one you chose;
After all that was said, that one let you go.

Let her go now.
It’s about time.
She let you know;
She gave all the signs.

The past passed, but you still grasp.
The past passed; it’s not meant to last.

So you hear her,
Her voice so clear.
Never near her,
Still you hold her dear.

The past passed, but you still grasp.
The past passed; it’s not meant to last.

©2014 choiSOSS

Analogy Girl

(lyrics)

Pick, picking up the broken pieces.
Put ’em in your basket, slung on your hip.
Fast, faster, twisting in the sharp wind;
Needling your heartstrings until they’re ’bout to rip.

Analogy girl
Swirling in your brain;
You never know
When she’ll face you again.
From out of the blue
Trodding out from the past,
You never know
If this one’ll last.

Stick, stick to them guns, boy!
Closing, slamming, barring doors from such a slip.
Past, pastoral fields of such unjoy;
Familiarly, achy-ly, fingers breaking their grip.

Analogy girl
Swirling in your brain;
You never know
When she’ll face you again.
From out of the blue
Trodding out from the past,
You never know
If this one’ll last.

Prick, prickly needles in the eye;
In the head, they go poke-poking at the softer bits.
Sick, sickeningly sweet, soft, and goodbye.
Paused, pausing too long, the tape breaks and that’s it.

Analogy girl
Twirling in your brain;
You never know
If she’ll face you again.
From out of the blue
Plodding out from the past,
You never know
If this one is the last.

Analogy girl,
Swirling in your brain;
You never know
If she’ll face you again.

Analogy girl,
Sticking in your brain;
You never know
If she’ll face you again.
From out of the blue,
Bringing present to past,
You never knew
This could happen so fast.

©2014 choiSOSS