please just give me back my heart and i will burn no more.
tired of all these lies and elsewhere eyes of yours.
so i will scream and dream of what's to come.

It's all of the good that won't come out of us ( Read more... )

i need inspiration.

anger: molecules of silence in the air, tension building so that we don't have to release our pain. that's all it is. nothing more, nothing less. anything more than that is not anger, it's aggression.

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i couldn't feel you, you're always too far away

i've never been able to let go of all the negative things in my life.

blankly staring into the wall while the lines from the melody sink into my brain, i wonder when it'll stop. when i'll look at reality and stop wishing for more. optimism doesnt vanish negativity to dust with a snap of a finger. sometimes the negativity has to dwell in the brain due to sad tunes and blue thoughts. sometimes they have to be there ( Read more... )

i always used to think that a life should have substance. someone should be able to write a book about themselves and fill it to the last page. now i'm starting to realize that substance isn't real unless it's simple. a picture is worth a thousand words, and words are worth so much more. a sentance is so much more than a combination of words. a ( Read more... )

blue lines, white paper. writers block. ive got a brick block in my head. where are all of the words? too many thoughts; not enough detail. fill in the fine lines and it all becomes a blob. ink spot.  when it's time to write it down inbetween the blue lines, my life becomes sans meaning. too many novel thoughts, cute cliches, when do they stop? ( Read more... )