a slave to yourself. the secret. you and i know that we are bound to eachother. you are the tower and i the bricks. upon this morter we have built our foundation, standing firm against the tireless gusts of transgression. a man who once was a slave but has been set free can fall and rise again, stronger than before. i am the waves, and you the ship ( Read more... )

you know what?

I can count the people in my life that I've been mad at.  (not irritated, i mean mad)

I don't get mad when people are late
or betray my trust
or slander me
or lie 
or are hypocritical
or cheat to get ahead
or look down on me
or are jealous.

You know why? Because we all do that stuff. We are all slaves to human nature.

If you hate, you hate ( Read more... )

a good friend of mine tried to off herself the other day. a girl i grew up with right next door. police cars, ambulances, and an unconscious sixteen year old lying on her bed in her prom dress. a prom she never went to. an empty bottle of pills on the floor and letters to those she would leave behind. how can someone so close be so far away. how ( Read more... )

everyone is talking and I'm trying to care. it's so easy not to. it's so easy to forget you and everyone. to appreciate nothing. to shut out everything because you are loud and annoying and you ruin your life and it's not my fault that you don't think about the meaning of consequence. today someone told me that it's seems as if i've "cleaned up". ( Read more... )

i write to vent. i vent to no one ( Read more... )

unless you created the movement, you will be considered a poser by someone. all these little underground subcultures, manifesting from bathroom mirrors everywhere, come together to be judged like a debutante. these kids do so much to be unique and accepted and project aloofness to bury their painfully constant concerns. i'm not disgusted by this at ( Read more... )

distance always puts things into perspective. it's nice to step back and breathe my own air for a little bit.

School. is. over ( Read more... )

crying is the song of sorrows deeper than words dare to go. it turns the soil above graves, releasing ghosts. it is the clear sky after the storm. the laughing of sadness. the language of all that been lost. i wish i knew how.

broken behind bedsheets

curling into skin exposed

wide awake as he slept

knowing now there's nothing left

frivolous obsessions

in pursuit of fading dreams