Ahh. |
Broken promises and broken hearts. Yeah, well these things always seem to fall apart. You can't hold something that's running away. I'd rather not be walked upon. Tread upon. These keyboards which I w...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Jan 2009 22:33:00 GMT |
Ill see you when you get home. |
We were almost exactly 6.35 miles away from home. I don't know how far that shooting star was away from home, but I can tell you that it was not 6.35 miles in the same direction as us. An...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Dec 2008 01:42:00 GMT |
Thank God its fatal. |
Skylines who whisper on the edges of your lips. Good night. Good bye. Be good. You'll try. I've got white clock towers against washed blue skies. And you've got mine. Our skin kisses and our he...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Dec 2008 08:30:00 GMT |
I can’t explain the state that I’m in. The state of my heart. |
I've promised myself I would get a collection of paper and fill it with my collection of thoughts. But everytime I sit down to write I feel more foolish than the last. And to ...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Dec 2008 04:33:00 GMT |
It’s always some excuse. |
These perfect skies don't match up. And I wish I could swallow all your minutes and hours, but time always catches my tongue too early. So if you find a solution to my sedation, I'll sacrifice w...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Aug 2008 20:23:00 GMT |
East Coast Bred. |
From the hours of nine in the morning to five in the afternoon your bed sleeps. These are the hours that your bed feels most alive. You don't kno...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 13:57:00 GMT |
In the morning at the top of the stairs. |
I do not know what I wanted to say, or how I wanted to say it. Not quite like this, surely. I wanted everything spelled correctly and proper punctuation. However, it’s coming ...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Mar 2008 17:43:00 GMT |
Oh what it was. |
I am vulnerable, tainted, at a loss, forgetting myself, stuck, unable to stop. There is a atom bomb in my stomach and I can't eat anymore. So every morning I wake up and feel like today's...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Jan 2008 08:04:00 GMT |
Stale |
If self conciousness had a limit, I am far beyond it. What is it about weight that makes me so vulnerable? Maybe it is the way I cannot seem to get a guy to notice me in a positive way. Perhaps its my...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Dec 2007 06:57:00 GMT |
Cellar Door. |
At times these prodding sensations of needles leave me shaken. You're gone and it's never been more evident. Devoid of natural light, the artificial shit won't suffice. So when there are ...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 20:29:00 GMT |
