Slow down you crazy child ( Read more... )

Tonight we will feast with our wine glasses full. Spilling it on all of my white. Have I not ruined enough already? Who am I to cling to monthly leases? To a home that's washed away. I am out here now, and you are already on your way home. Distance won't let me hold you back anymore. Run away with whom you wish. She'll take you places I can't ( Read more... )

"I have a very old soul."

"Is it ancient?"

"Yes, it's an antique. I will sell my soul and buy a boat."

You looked like God, with nothing but moonshine and a dark sky behind you. Your body stood tall against the wind. I lay looking up at you, feeling as though I'm shooting through all of the empty space towards the universe. Gravity was non-existent, there was nothing to keep me on earth. I am earth.

As we looked over the city it felt as though we ( Read more... )

Sometimes I wonder how things got to be so fucked up, why they're fucked up and why revolution seems to be too far out of reach. Other times I wonder how one could be so ignorant to think such things.

This world is simple, our minds are simple, love is simple.
Beauty overwhelmes me.

If I had known that things were going to turn out this bad.
I would have shot myself in the head along time ago.
I would have never fought for the people I fought for.
I would have never loved the people I loved.
I would have never ever taken this boy from the place he belonged.
I love him more than life.
But hes just being dragged down with me.

My heart hurts when I remember that death is forever. However, I feel revived when I see my body rise from the oxygen that fills up my lungs and lowers again as I exhale.

And I remember sitting on your couch against the back wall. It was the last time I was ever at that apartment. Your window was open when it started raining and the wind invited the rain inside. You were speaking, but I wasn't listening. I was too focused, looking out the window. A mellow, electronic song played on your computer, almost like a video ( Read more... )

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The boy told a story about God.
God lived on the top story and the boy would go up to eat dinner with him. God made him a red dress. The boy was so thankful. His favorite color was red. It was his most favorite of all the colors. Really it was. And he met an angel. She told him God isn't real. He knew now that what he had so strongly felt for wasn' ( Read more... )