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Words - Marcy Langlais

Words don't do what I wish they could
They never make sense or match up like they should
Words can't dance or sing
Or grow a Willow Tree and hang a rope swing
Words can't stand or walk
Or cover your bare foot when you need a sock
Words can't sink or swim
Or save you as you fall from a tree limb
Words can't laugh or play
Or ever say what you want them to say
Words don't do what I wish they could
They never make sense or match up like they should
They don't spill smoothy from my lips
I cannot create them on paper
With the pen resting beneath my fingertips

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What are you waiting for? - Max Kinlund

What are you waiting for?
‘Cause I’ve wasted away days with my virtues.
Trying to find the time,
To stop keeping my hands to myself.
But I have the tendency to keep my thoughts,
In my head.
Instead of exploding out,
I simmer down.
And talk to myself about how I feel now.
That sets up life to be a long ride,
‘Cause I’m racing thoughts on a one-track mind.
That leaves me blind
In the tunnel vision of my indecision of;
Do I really love you?
Do I hate me?
Do I really wanna live what life is gonna make me?
Well, I’m not so sure.
But it feels like it would be better without all these words.
Meddling with what I mean to say.
And this isn’t even what I’ve been meaning to say.
I’ve got so much,
so many things to tell you.
But I hold it back to,
Keep that social contract of,
Don’t hurt me, I won’t hurt you.
And we both can hold back our honest truths.
And lie about how we’re feeling,
‘Til we’re always feeling bad.
Well, maybe I’m projecting all that.
But I can’t help looking when you look so sad
And you’re spitting blood,
from always biting your tongue.
Well, open your mouth,
Don’t let your thoughts just dribble out.
Don’t let those punches stop at my face.
And I’ll never pull mine again,
So we can push our genius out,
When they try to box us in.
So what are you waiting for?
Don’t you wanna live?
Yeah, well I know living is hard.
But now’s the time to start,
Living to be happy,
So we can throw out all that,
Outdated tragedy.
And stop,
Making life into a common enemy.
Don’t destroy yourself,
If you think it’s all so unsatisfactory.
‘Cause there’s more to life than waiting.
But I have been waiting my whole life,
For you to stop waiting for me.
But love just seems,
like such a pointless thing to me.
How can you love someone,
When you hate yourself?
So I just stumble over words,
past the gates of hell.
‘Cause God helps,
Those who help themselves.
Well, I told ‘em,
Help me help you.
‘Cause I’m having a hard time,
braking even with the odd truth,
when you say,
“Patience is a virtue”