thanks for the bruises. |
hey.can't you hear me screaming? the decibels are far out of your range, out of your league, you're still out of mine, i'm grasping and clinging and falling falling failing... Posted by on Wed, 06 Jan 2010 19:57:00 GMT |
toybox |
you wake to the sand and the sound of the seastill drifting and turning and breathingand the salt and the waves of this treacherous seahave sunk you and crushed you and brought you to meyou make me cr... Posted by on Thu, 10 Dec 2009 18:17:00 GMT |
this is what you get |
for letting yourself be honestfor following your heart instead of your headthis is why you wake up miserable everydayyou just can't let it bedramatics? no. i tihought i was far beyond that, but clkear... Posted by on Sat, 25 Jul 2009 04:43:00 GMT |
americano |
I miss when being an artist was hotwhen the trend was not to fall for the biggest douche you can possibly find; the time where women were respected and adored rather than insulted and mistreated.
I ... Posted by on Mon, 13 Jul 2009 12:47:00 GMT |
ashes of american flags |
I have something to say, but I don't know how to say itI wasn't born on the 4th of July, just a few weeks shyBut that doesn't bother me at all, I've got Diet Coke and unlit cigarettesFireworks in my m... Posted by on Sat, 04 Jul 2009 12:32:00 GMT |
You Found Me |
I don't know how or why but something just clicked in my brainI think I have finally reached the point where I can feel like an actual musician, and I've come to realize that as much as I love my othe... Posted by on Thu, 28 May 2009 21:30:00 GMT |
a picket fence and a rose garden |
so here i sit, er, lay, in a perfect story tale room on Lon Gisland; a suburban fantasy brought to fruition, although I am not entirely sure howmy dearest friend sleeps gently next to me, mouth agape ... Posted by on Sat, 09 May 2009 02:50:00 GMT |
Imperial Bedrooms |
oh winds of change, please carry me back homei want to float in the breeze, climb the trees, swim the seashome is where the heart is, but not for the heartlesshome is where the substances constantly c... Posted by on Mon, 27 Apr 2009 17:50:00 GMT |
we laugh indoors |
i see your face everywhereand i'm always in love Posted by on Fri, 17 Apr 2009 03:55:00 GMT |
it's family beaches that I desire |
I wake up to nothing: my bed, my television, the light from my window, everyday nothingsBut as my vision focuses, I see glasses on the windowsill and pictures on the wallI see paint peeling on the wat... Posted by on Fri, 17 Apr 2009 01:52:00 GMT |