It's just a word, Ofelia, just a word.

Brian Adriano

Stand up in front of the crowd
Good reader, you have a great eye for capture
Literary and obliterary rapture
Both well and firm- steadfast read the page
Every letter a wailing wall
Every punctuation- a punch to the throat
Violent beginnings give birth
to violent endings
Indeed I stuck around until the last
I planned at first to betray you at the third glance
Alas, I could never tie the noose
But I wish I could which is just as worse
"In a perfect world" we hope to be
You see three-way mirror mindset possibilities
Possibly you saw it coming
But you threw your head- the colorful parade is coming
Wear your rainbow dress
Fill your pocket with chocolate coins
You are so petty
Homemade wings were meant to wither
Your teeth rot so pretty
Its no wonder your kiss is so bitter.
The festival of fat kings and oil rigs/delicassen and poison death trap rusty-gear machines/wake up and pay attention/if you can count to three no one dies/if you stutter- a bullet between the eyes/"one"/A violent beginning gave birth to a violent ending/I hate your phony smile and your endless pretension/"two"/what a damn bloody stupid way to end the day/put on that stupid record and taste the cellophane grey/misidentity and faux originality/you spoke your mind but in that way there was nothing to speak about/"th-th-there's a sound now I can almost make it out..."

"th-th-there's a sound now I can almost make it out"
"th-th-there's a sound now I can almost make it out!"

Three, it sounds like a loud bang followed by an eternity of nothing.

Good To Know That If I Ever Need Attention All I Have To Do Is Die

Am I correct to defend the fist that holds this pen?
It's ink that lies,
the pen, the page, the paper.
I live, I learn.
You will always take what I have earned.
And so aid my end while I believe I'm winning.

Our friends speak out in our defense.
Pay ten deaf ears for two months rent.
We burn their gallows they erect,
and cut the nooses they tie for our necks.

[Chorus:]
You constantly make it impossible to make conversation.
Keep us comatose but audible.
And I like it the farther I get out.
We pass it off but it's all on us.
Only common conversation,
it took everything I got.
And I like it the farther I get out.

Once said, always said.
I will hold the past over your head.
I'll speak my mind whenever I feel slighted.
I am hellbent on extracting all of my revenge.
Take heart, sweetheart, or I will take it from you.

I slip concealed back to the keep.
Concede to do the work for free.
We prey as wolves among the sheep and slit the necks of soldiers while they sleep.

[brand.new]

I knew a girl, she said she loved me so.
Said, "I don't care for you at all.
I can do better than you and that's just what I plan to do."

I won't marry you, there's too much to do.

Take my hand and you'll fall.

I know when I've made a girl cry,
I know when I've made a girl cry,
I know when I've made a girl cry,
That I've done my job.

I'm not grateful for anything that I have.
Not the food on my plate, not the clothes on my back.
Not the world laid at my feet,
Not the daily sunshine that I meet.
Not the way my parents loved me so.
Not the upper-middle class life that I know.

I won't marry you, there's too much to do.

Take my hand and you'll fall.

I know when I've made a girl cry,
I know when I've made a girl cry,
I know when I've made a girl cry,
That I've done my job.

I've done my job.
I've done my job time and time again

[sometimes i am band marino]

because i dream in lyrics and poetry

xo,

brian

"In This Diary"

Here in this diary,
I write you visions of my summer.
It was the best I ever had.
There were choruses and sing-alongs,
and that unspoken feeling
of knowing that right now is all that matters.

All the nights we stayed up talking
listening to 80's songs;
and quoting lines from all those movies that we love.
It still brings a smile to my face.
I guess when it comes down to it...

[Chorus]
Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up:
These are the best days of our lives.
The only thing that matters
is just following your heart
and eventually you'll finally get it right.

Breaking into hotel swimming pools,
and wreaking havoc on our world.
Hanging out at truck stops just to pass the time.
The black top's singing me to sleep.

Lighting fireworks in parking lots,
illuminate the blackest nights.
Cherry cokes under this moonlit summer sky.
2015 Riverside, it's time to say, "goodbye."
Get on the bus, it's time to go.

[Chorus]

[the.ataris]