i just typed a really long post. i know a lot of people's posts start this way to capture the reader ( Read more... )

i couldnt sleep for hours last night. i think it was around 6 am when i finally let myself fall asleep. at that point it felt really good. just travelling away. lessening ( Read more... )

a series of baracades so that i can do the same thing again . its like digging just so i can breath again and then jumping off an edge.

this just might be the next impossible thing
that we do wrong
so that we can breath and sing and write songs
predict our apologies and never prove ourselves to the role models.

I want the arrogance of a poet ( Read more... )

i feel like i would die happy if i could write a story ( Read more... )

what are these insecure tears,
other than just consuming disapointment?
the beautiful kind.

since i dont have the time, nor mind to figure out the nursery rhymyes
the cruel uneventful state of apathy releases me

see, its ok when i just have my sisters and..

*just have my sisters.

i tend not to reject things that hurt until after theyve stopped hurting. then i see the whole thing clearly and draw my hand away from the cold water like it never happened.

sometimes we just cant have the people we want.

when youd drive me home
every time youd lower the volume of the music
id get so scared
id get so happy
you were about to tell me something secret

but youd simply lower the volume of the music
to help yourself think
to hear yourself know, quietly

its got too much to do with me
and secretly
i want to bury it in the yard

every other song is

after all these implements and text designed by intellects
im trying hard not to pretend

i wish the earth was flat like the old days

i could travel just by folding a map

no more airplanes or speed trains or free ways

there'd be no distance that could hold us back.

i feel about six days too old