December 2009
12 posts
progress
I’ve been laughing for so long now, I’ve got steel cheeks I’ll gladly turn now, and he thinks I still cry for him, wow. I’ve seen a dusty bottom I can’t allow, And I’ve had heavy head, heavy heart, heavy limb, for the guilt that you won’t avow. Realizing, come together with a motivation to arouse. Arrogance turns my blood magma. Skin blisters, tongue...
haikooky!
time does fly away uninterested in anything that we do far better things to devote energy and willing to
xxx
you’re smothering me and attacking me you constantly bother me it makes my ears bloody. and spotlight my transparency you say everyone is on to me that I’m a joke and so are too relationships I’ve made so haphazardly the reason I stare in the mirror and see each and every flaw why I toss and turn at night for my tears you are the cause you don’t know why I even try you...
cheers to a welcome
Refreshment Just like a land mine. Explode. Change my perspective. (thank you) As for me, (somewhat a) miracle (mostly) satirical (hopefully) informational (sometimes) invitational (inevitably) susceptible (not) forgettable (you’re welcome)
rich boy
your pockets never fooled me I blame your words for that deceit in every syllable and the arrogance to match if only I saw a little sooner my bubble burst like a balloon or actually something more severe if only I knew the words I love you were not ever meant sincere wasted time and optimism now eaten by my cynicism because you were never clear I lie in saying I’ve recovered I look for the...
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To the one who cared for me, Who dared to be there for me, Without whom don’t know where I’d be, Up, down and sideways you bear with me, Through foul and fair with me, I see and hope that this could be eternity. Chemistry with some levity, laughter forming soothing symphony, transports me to some place that’s just enough of happy.
(I <3 him)
no outlet
Addicted to the thought of you this image that I’ve conjured In love with a possibility Here I stand invisible the story timeless and traditional of just one hoping for a we I see that I am stubborn and can’t accept the truth prim proper perfection is not something I can be Fighting for some brand of happiness love eats at the best of us bruised and bloodied mess of a person its methods cruel and...
an ode of sorts (diseased writer's worst bad dream...
It’s rush hour in this usually bustling city. Lots of stop and go seeking a little bit of meaning In that ceramic cup of coffee. Just a lull in traffic? Or evil plastic thoughts piled crowding all that is fantastic and ordained By this drastic and fanciful insanity? Bombastic to presume that motion simply fills a room As easy as a light moves from red to green Even sadder to assume that it’s best...
musing II
forced to burn a bridge i never crossed you were a nice stepping stone. but his passenger seat will always remind me of your profile. whoever he is.
brain functions revisited
The people who like me aren’t my type, and the ones who are don’t want to be. It’s unrequited like, The same old same old same old story. I wish hanging out was less about getting laid and more about being friends with me. Realizing you actually like being around me, no explaining yourself or why what you just said was funny. By the way, I get it. Master of mixed signals, make up your mind. I...
So it begins.
I feel like even my grandma has a blog already and she died 5 years ago. So I’m a little late to the game, that’s okay.
This is very unfancy right now, but I wanted a place that wasn’t facebook notes to put these up. (finally)
So here some are.
xxx