Tomorrow, a new point of view, these white lights will bend to make blue...now this can all look new to you.

Seams are stern until one thread falls out of place.

i would buy the proper tools, cut open my chest and bi-pass through my scar tissue.

tell me once, what that would do...i'd still find a cold bitter place next to you.

Ive traced this wound ( Read more... )

The most memorable events of anguish are the bitter-sweet rides home past 3 in the morning.

you thought you'd be more stunned when you found out that no one really cares for you as much as you'd like them to....

as much as you can remember caring about others when you were younger....

as much as you want to find out where that care ran off to.

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You said there would not be
any reason
to fear this world.
But you're the reason
you're the reason
I feel
broken,
and branded,
and burning with doubt.

These things are dealt in increments.
Constant, and laced with detriment.
How dare you ever feign surprise.
When all those fingers point inside.
They're piercing you.

I guess what im really trying to say is...

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This is where the water becomes shallow.
And nothing here is quite as deep
as you hoped it would be.

You wish the lines were drawn a little clearer.
The tides have turned
this drought will burn
and everything is falling out of place.

And drying in the sun
shriveling and shrinking
the hides are turning brown
wrinkling and stinging.

as you bury yourself

deep in ( Read more... )

Pockets of light looking up at ballons.

skipping beats and counting phases.

Driving home without headlights.

it didnt help that my eyes were already closed.

branches and leaves draped the streets.

countless fault lines and not enough sleep.

Hearing pianos singing ages of reason.

perccussion on the strings that are always attached.

measure the miles ( Read more... )

    I dont remember being born, i dont remember my first step, and i cant remember what it felt like the first time i laughed or cried. I see all the pictures hanging all over my walls and get some sort of idea what it was like when i wasnt spoiled and jaded. There's no doubt in my mind that a son is suppossed to look up to his father. Maybe thats ( Read more... )

When you're gone and out of touch, sight, scent, and sight, the minutes seem like days. Cause i know youre somewhere...doing what ill never know but always wonder about. I know you know that what you do kills me...yet the care is elsewhere. Ive begged and pleaded for you to be there and convince me you mean what you say. ALl i need is a call ( Read more... )

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Today...is the start of my summer.

3 months...with no distance.....sugar we're goin down swingin.