Poetry Project By Emily pilcher - block 2

Twenty One Pilots

Kitchen Sink

Nobody thinks what I think

Nobody dreams when they blink

Think things on the brink of blasphemy

I'm my own shrink

Think things are after me, my catastrophe

I'm a kitchen sink, you don't know what that means

Because a kitchen sink to you

Is not a kitchen sink to me, ok friend?

Are you searching for purpose?

Then write something, yeah it might be worthless

Then paint something then, it might be wordless

Pointless curses, nonsense verses

You'll see purpose start to surface

No one else is dealing with your demons

Meaning maybe defeating them

Could be the beginning of your meaning, friend

Nobody thinks what you think, no one

Empathy might be on the brink of extinction

They will play a game and say

They know what you're going through

And I tried to come up with an artistic way to say

They don't know you, and neither do I

So here's a prime example of a stand up guy

Who hates what he believes and loves it at the same time

Here's my brother and his head's screwed up

But that's all right

Time gains momentum the moment when I'm living in 'em

I'm winning a momentary sinning a moment passing after

A re-beginning moments mending memories

Pretending enemies are friend of me, sending me straight to bending me

My bad behavior but I bet I could have been a better man

Copy and paste caught me, and copy, better rhymes bother me

The better the rhythm the badder I am but I bet I'll battle with 'em battle

better I am, Gambling man, better bet I am a gambling man, I am?

Don't leave me alone

*Im a kitchen sink- metaphor- He is saying that he has his own purpose and thoughts in life, and no one knows what that means, but that doesnt matter because everyone has their own purpose.

*I am a gambling man- metaphor- This means that he bettles (gambles) with his lyrics, and the lyrics of popular songs.

Joseph, Tyler, et. al. " Kitchen Sink"Regional at Best. Feuled by Ramen. 2011. Google Play Music. Google. 2016.https://play.google.com/music/preview/T3mp6n5ocx2dznxelrfyd7wyqfi?lyrics=1&utm_source=google&utm_medium=search&utm_campaign=lyrics&pcampaignid=kp-lyrics&u=0#. Accessed 11 Dec2016.

Kitchen Sink

Fairly Local

Twenty One Pilots

I’m fairly local, I’ve been around

I’ve seen the streets you're walking down

I’m fairly local, good people now

I’m evil to the core

What I shouldn't do I will

They say I’m emotional

What I wanna save I’ll kill

Is that who I truly am?

I truly don’t have a chance

Tomorrow I’ll keep a beat

And repeat yesterday’s dance

Yo, this song will never be on the radio

Even if my clique were to pick and the people were to vote

It’s the few, the proud, and the emotional

Yo, you, bulletproof in black like a funeral

The world around us is burning but we’re so cold

It’s the few, the proud, and the emotional

I’m fairly local, I’ve been around

I’ve seen the streets you're walking down

I’m fairly local, good people now

I’m not evil to the core

What I shouldn't do I will fight

I know I’m emotional

What I wanna save I will try

I know who I truly am

I truly do have a chance

Tomorrow I’ll switch the beat

To avoid yesterday’s dance

Yo, this song will never be on the radio

Even if my clique were to pick and the people were to vote

It’s the few, the proud, and the emotional

Yo, you, bulletproof in black like a funeral

The world around us is burning but we’re so cold

It’s the few, the proud, and the emotional

I’m fairly local, I’ve been around

I’ve seen the streets you're walking down

I’m fairly local, good people now

I’m fairly local, I’ve been around

I’ve seen the streets you're walking down

I’m fairly local, good people now

*Bulletproof in black like a funeral- Simile-They wont take anything from anyone, and nothing can hurt them anymore.

*The world around us is burning but were so cold- Metaphor-The world is bad and says bad things about people, but people can also make it better.

Joseph, Tyler, et al. "Fairly Local" Blurryface. Feuled by ramen. 2015.Google Play Music. Google.https://play.google.com/music/preview/T3mp6n5ocx2dznxelrfyd7wyqfi?lyrics=1&utm_source=google&utm_medium=search&utm_campaign=lyrics&pcampaignid=kp-lyrics&u=0#. Accessed 11 Dec2016.

Bulletproof in black

Lane Boy

Twenty One Pilots

They say, "stay in your lane, boy, lane, boy"

But we go where we want to

They think this thing is a highway, highway

But will they be alive tomorrow?

They think this thing is a highway

If it was our way, we'd have a tempo change every other time change

'Cause our mind's changed on what we think is good

I wasn't raised in the hood

But I know a thing or two about pain and darkness

If it wasn't for this music I don’t know how I would have fought this

Regardless, all these songs I'm hearing are so heartless

Don't trust a perfect person and don't trust a song that’s flawless, honest

There's a few songs on this record that feel common

I'm in constant confrontation with what I want and what is poppin'

In the industry it seems to me that singles on the radio are currency

My creativity's only free when I'm playing shows

They say, "stay in your lane, boy, lane, boy"

But we go where we want to

They think this thing is a highway, highway

But will they be alive tomorrow?

They be alive tomorrow?

I'm sorry if that question I asked last

Scared you a bit like a hazmat, in a gas mask if you ask zack

He's my brother, he likes when I rap fast

But let's backtrack

Back to this

Who would you live and die for on that list?

But the problem is, there's another list that exists

And no one really wants to think about this

Forget sanity, forget salary, forget vanity, my morality

If you get in between someone I love and me

You're gonna feel the heat of my cavalry

All these songs I'm hearing are so heartless

Don't trust a perfect person and don’t trust a song that's flawless

They say, "stay in your lane, boy, lane, boy"

But we go where we want to

They think this thing is a highway, highway

But will they be alive tomorrow?

They say, "stay in your lane, boy, lane, boy"

But we go where we want to

They think this thing is a highway, highway

But will they be alive tomorrow?

*In the industry it seems to me that singles on the radio are currency- Allusion- All the money comes from the songs on the radio.

*Scared you a bit like a hazmat- Simile- The question " Will they still be alive?" may have scared you like its the end of the world.

Joseph, Tyler, et Al. "Lane Boy" Blurryface, Feuled by Ramen 2015. Google Play Music. Google.2016.https://play.google.com/music/preview/T54zlprafgzql7ew3oclwwb2z5m?lyrics=1&utm_source=google&utm_medium=search&utm_campaign=lyrics&pcampaignid=kp-lyrics&u=0# Accessed 11 May2016

currency

Shoes

I love shoes

I love the tap, tap, tap, that they make when walking

New Shoes scream my name telling me to wear them

A new pair of shoes to me is like a new house to you

New shoes are the best thing in the world to me

there are hightops, low tops, sandals, and more

With soles of memory foam, or even nothing at all

they make me feel like I am walking on air

they even make me feel free

I love shoes more than people love being free.

Shoes

Credits:

Created with images by condesign - "rose book poetry" • c_by_kitty - "#MarchPhotoaDay Day 22: kitchen sink" • Waltie - "5 roubles coins" • jenniferlstoddart - "New flavour"

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