your heart is red.

marie's heart is alive.

your heart is alive.

so we went to the mall ( Read more... )

my beloved monster and me
we go everywhere together
wearing a raincoat that has four sleeves
gets us through all kinda of weather

happy happy happy valentine's day tomorrow.

he will always be the only thing
that comes between me and the awful sting
of a world that's so damn mean

and you, you drift though the years and life seems strange

Today will be a good day, I can feel it already.
Even though that poor ladybug is dead in my windowsill.

then one dream appears and love is it's name...

But at least she didn't die all shriveled up
she had outstretched wings
like she was looking for the sky.

oh you, you only live ( Read more... )

i've always been disturbed by
the suicidal tendencies
of ladybugs
and overhead lights

Only a week until Valentine's Day. And then two days after that it's our 5 month anniversary.

and if your breath to you is worth saving, you better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone, oh the times they are a-changin...Anyway, the recent spur of shared memories has left me feeling a bit of bitter sweet melancholy and I can't help ( Read more... )

Just got finished with my 567 word short story for English about how oh so cool electrical cooperatives are. Earlier I wrote an essay on why the Populist party formed in 1892 and why it declined after the election of 1896. Then I answered a document based question in just short of a page and a half about how the Gilded Age was bad for the people ( Read more... )

imagine me and you i do i think about you day and night it's only right

we went out to eat hamburgers yesterday
like we were old
and happy

i can't see me loving nobody but you for all my life
when you're with me baby the skies will be blue for all my life

he picks me up and spins me around in the air
like i'm nothing but a firefly

no matter ( Read more... )

and i'm so sad

we used to be friends
i can't help but feel like this

everything is so far away now

i used to be like all these other people
but now i realize that i've changed
and it makes me so sad.

it could be wrong to feel like this.

a sorta fairytale with you

i knew a man bojangles and he danced for you in worn out shoes....

it can't be normal to have nightmare every night.
really.

it's ok to be uncool, tacky, or strange.
but i don't want to be mean.
ever.