between me and miss downs |
sometimes it feels like i am going nowhere and i am only eighteen,
but the cups always half empty, unfortunately you know what i mean,
i have hit every single bump in the road along my way,
thinking w...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Nov 2008 14:31:00 GMT |
sucess? |
i always wanted to fly,
but i could never flap my wings right,
i always wanted to soar,
but i remain stuck in the same place as before,
this time i think i have a chance,
arm span, lots of hope, ...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Oct 2008 00:41:00 GMT |
reason to write |
the pictures of whisperers gasping for breath,
my dead, cold fingers pressing the neck,
real tight around me, disregard memory,
of the hallways, and longdays with no guarantee,
i am just a pinch of ho...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Aug 2008 05:53:00 GMT |
playing on repeat |
it's ok to say "i make mistakes,"
just like every bone in the body can break,
if i fake it will they think i am okay?
will they listen if i don't have a thing to say?
i am stuck on a never ending caro...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jan 2008 09:43:00 GMT |
the comfort of home. |
they tried to build me home on the corner of hope and loneliness,
but spread across the floor like blankets, we all got impatient,
from up here the ground almost looks like it's clean,
but the sky pai...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 10:04:00 GMT |
last chance to make it right. |
if i only had the feet,
i would jump from these trees,
down to your house,
let the dog out,
hold my breath in,
in hopes it'll sink in,
you will never let me win.
if i only had the parachute,
i ...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 08:58:00 GMT |
becoming the college dropout |
i am flunking school with a smile,
because i will only be here for a while,
when i get home i will be content,
getting high with all my friends,
working on my relationships,
but i will never get it,
m...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 08:46:00 GMT |
on my own in logan |
i lay still on the couch and watch the day turn to dust,
the nails inside the walls have slowly turned to rust,
i have slowly became a moving picture,
a faint, yet crying whisper,
a still and lonely s...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Nov 2007 09:57:00 GMT |
faking. |
i finally feel alright,
knowing i get to see you tonight,
all these months have been passing,
and all bystanders have been gasping,
at how crazy i might be,
but at least i am faking happy,
at least i ...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Oct 2007 14:15:00 GMT |
my head is like a computer...in a not math whiz kinda way |
i would like to say i hate the way i think to much,
always fretting, always wondering, not enjoying quite enough,
the life inside my head has gotten to complex,
my poor and youthful heart can deal wit...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 09:39:00 GMT |
