FASHION: Today's rage, tomorrow's chuckle.

just a cynic defining the world with no more rose-tinted lenses.

i'm no hype, no gloss, no pretense, i'm just me.
my life manifests in
photos, songs, and love.
well then maby just a few more
photographs.
i am the candid fabrication
of every lay's inner-coquette.
in a wide scope of
fancy charisma.
the girl to entice you.
it all comes down
to inner-audacity.
the rest is nothing more
than conceited rhetoric.

for me, a broken heart is...
missing what once was.
Not what now is.

okay, so it is time for me to come clean ( Read more... )

there is so much more here
than anyone knows.
and a lot more than
anybody ever c a r e d for.
because of that
no one will ever experience
*LOVE* my way.

well all of this,
see it means nothing.
nothing at all.
because someday down the road. today
will just be a speck in the middle
of a large timeframe of lives lived.
and this day means about as
much as a penny to a millionaire.
now its almost time
for the sun to shine again ( Read more... )

i just want to feel
the warmth of two hearts connecting.
it would be so nice to just
feel special.
make me yours.

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and sometimes i wonder why it seems so much easier to just walk away and act like i dont care ( Read more... )

isn't funny how
at one time,
just under a year ago...
i though having a dream about
doing coke and then
talking to the pope was funny.
funny is too real all of a sudden...
or maybe not sudden.
but isn't it funny how much can change in six months?
real and funny seem to mean
the same thing now.