Tag Archives: sorrow

Slippery Slope

It’s a slippery slope to when you let your thoughts voice unbridled
There may be no turning back
No more given slack
For your many imperfections
On the attack
Invites an attack
There may well be no place left to retreat or to run and hide

You will never say you’re sorry

Did you want to open the can that’s so long been under pressure?
Is there ever really a good time
Admitting to a crime?
Staring back at your reflection
Repressing signs
Seen through the times
Questioning if there still remains an ability to endure

I will never say I’m sorry

You knew they could never love you but you knew they’d always try
Even though you said the same
Through with playing the game
Falling back to introspection
No one holds blame
With emotions lamed
The only hope is to still feel at least a little dignified

We’ll forever say we’re sorry


Copyright © 2017 Mr. Flying Pig

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Like It Or Not

I lose my breath whenever I think of holding you
I keep my distance
I stay away
Far in the distance
Far away from you
Far away from me
Far away from what anyone can see
Far away from you and me

I’m graced by visions whenever I’m around you
Stay away from me
Just stay away
I won’t ever look back
Far away to you
Far away from me
Far away from whatever could be
Far away from you and me

I wish it could be different
I wish we could live the fairy tale
But fairy tales only end in heartache or tragedy
In the real world
And we both live in the real world
I never liked living in the real world
But it’s the world we both live in
Like it or not

It’s the world we both live in
Like it or not


Copyright © 2016 Mr. Flying Pig

What I Can’t Keep

Thinking too much
Delving too deep
Wanting to touch
Needing to sleep

Tonight the cactus is my dearest friend
Not much good for giving advice
But good for easing the turmoil inside
Put the needle in the groove and let it jam
In my heart the story will end
A sordid story of men and mice
Everything to lose and nothing to hide
Nothing to gain by you knowing who I am

Drinking too much
Diving too deep
So out of touch
Don’t say a peep

Tomorrow my head is sure to pound
Sometimes that’s the price to be paid
For yesterday’s long-buried memories
The ones that are destined to bury you alive
Don’t say a word or try to make a sound
Even the fearless sometimes feel afraid
Confronting what the conscience sees
Knowing it can’t attain what the heart strives

Weeping too much
Sinking too deep
Wanting to touch
What I can’t keep


Copyright © 2016 Mr. Flying Pig

Somebody Else

Sometimes I feel sad for no reason at all and I wonder
Is this my pain, or does it belong to somebody else?
I feel it so deeply
But at the same time
I know that it’s not a part of me
Why do I feel their blue?
I wish I knew

Sometimes I feel lonely with friends around and I know
This emptiness is not mine, it belongs to somebody else
I feel it inside me
But at the same time
I know it’s a separate entity
I received it, but from who?
I wish I knew

Sometimes I feel frightened when all is well and think
This is not my fear, I know it resides in somebody else
I feel it all around
But at the same time
I know to another it’s bound
Who does it belong to?
I wish I knew

Sometimes I feel like somebody else…


Copyright © 2015 Mr. Flying Pig

Two Sides

Blindsided by an impulse that came out of nowhere
A frigid cold blast in the mid-day hot summer air
Tempted by a not so long before distant history
Thinking one was not enough was how it was supposed to be

Wasn’t it written somewhere in the letter
There would always be something that felt so much better?

Deep in the abyss where the conscience meets emotion
Nobody will ever admit they are sorry
Nobody will ever admit they were at fault
Nobody had even the slightest notion

Two sides used
Two sides ran away
Two sides forsaken
One side still lives that way
One side wonders
One side will never say
One side remembers
What two sides felt that day

Blindsided by an impulse that came out of nowhere
A frigid cold blast in the mid-day hot summer air
Wasn’t it written somewhere in the letter
There could always be something that made you feel so much better?


Copyright © 2015 Mr. Flying Pig

Dwell

Dwell
You know it so well
The same old story to tell
Your own private hell
Where you can dwell

It was a bad fit right from the start
But we all need a hiding place
Where no one knows us
Because we still don’t know ourselves
So we run and hide thinking we’re so smart
Trying desperately to just keep pace
To our blind ambition and how we think we should be
But that isn’t who we see
When we look in the mirror

Dwell
Discarding the prize
Sandstorm burning your eyes
Subconscious lies
On which you dwell

Dwell
What you needed to do
It was too sudden and too new
You wonder if she knew
And if she dwells

You know it’s too late
Too late to say you’re sorry
It was always too late
Because it was never meant to be
It will always be too late
Always forever but never seen
Forever is never too late
To never say you’re sorry

Dwell
You know it so well
The same old story to tell
It’s only your soul you sell
So you can dwell


Copyright © 2015 Mr. Flying Pig

Another Year

The moon is falling from the sky
Slipping through a crack in the universe
Collapsing night and day into one
Dark matter swallowing a dying sun

It’s the ending of another year
Pulling away with a laugh and a tear

Silence explodes in a brilliant flash
Shifting the galaxies back into place
Darkness and light are torn apart
Gravitating toward a brand new start

It’s the beginning of another year
Pushing forward with both hope and fear


Copyright © 2014 Mr. Flying Pig