dear plastic control freak, |
the edge is dull and rustedso I'm betting that it's oldbroken down by the breaking cabinetbut I can trust it, I can trust itI've got a shelf full of secrets,so spill them out onto the floor,my jaw is ...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Sep 2009 23:12:00 GMT |
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song. |
First blog in forever.I started this a long time ago and I finished it today.I like it, do you? Please let me know.I've gotten so much better at reminding myselfwhat a waste it is to worry about where...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Jul 2009 21:13:00 GMT |
'92 and not over you |
its hard for me to remember how it felt being homei never really left, i just got used to feeling this aloneseattle's the best, it never looked so greatovercast, blue and shades of grayi was drowning ...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Apr 2009 23:03:00 GMT |
sell yourself for one more thing |
"They cannot take away our self-respect if we do not give it to them."-Mahatma Ghandiirony.sofuck you, i hope it hurti hope it achedi hope it burnedcause when I'm lying awake tonightI'll smile and kno...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Mar 2009 20:30:00 GMT |
envy and electric eels |
I wrote this for creative writing.We had to write a piece based on a single endline, mine in this case being "It was over, the eels had won, and the world would never be the same."***In conclusion, no...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Mar 2009 00:04:00 GMT |
end of the background noise |
if "being loved means being used,"please tell me;what do I mean to you? did you ever really use me?
Posted by on Sun, 15 Mar 2009 16:11:00 GMT |
Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. |
If I don't make a movethey'll only move to what I makeAnd that's what makes me so afraidof being loved and getting paidespecially now when there's this possibilitythat one may be the other,and the oth...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Mar 2009 16:42:00 GMT |
Sometimes Bravery is a Boastful Suicide |
let's pretend for a second we're face up on the bed of a tatteredhotel room, spilling secrets from the smoke that flees our lungscutting words from a tired smile, arms outstretched and we're feelingha...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Feb 2009 22:34:00 GMT |
Jesus saves; I withdraw. |
I'm bleeding at the touchof cracked glass and photographsI took to remember how remembering usmight feeland I was under the influenceor atleast under the impression that my words meant something more ...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Jan 2009 11:23:00 GMT |
ills are many, blessings few; but dreams tonight will shelter you. |
if all my thoughts just bear repeatingthe words I always hoped you'd sayto think, you might've been my demisebut gladly, I loved you a long the wayyou were the vestal virginbut you robbed me of my fla...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Dec 2008 23:44:00 GMT |
