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[Mar. 11th, 2012|01:37 pm] |
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mostly public, somewhat friends only |
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[Nov. 24th, 2009|12:25 am] |
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how i miss your rantings, do you miss my all time lows? |
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[Nov. 4th, 2009|12:38 am] |
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i miss that lake behind your house. the one that leads those trees into your moonlit eyes. i miss the sunlight cascading down your dimming heart. the smile that blends from one estate to another. i miss the universe that you stole from my mind and captured into your sky. i miss the shooting comets that bring me back to your hand that falls upon my cheek. i miss the clean mess your hair made next to my birds nest that devoured my head. i miss throwing my heart into the sea after yours, and you're after me. |
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| what needs to be |
[Aug. 1st, 2009|05:18 am] |
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if i was sent away i'd want to be that little tink that falls in your cheek. i'll glisten into the sun with your hazel eyes and soak up all the kindness that beams from your heart. i'd be like an angel that listens to the sea and moves with the wind. i'll forever float on above your head for another moment and soar like firefly waiting to get captured. always buzzing, floating and being thrown into captivity. what's crazier is you're not crazier. i dream on moonbeams and goodnight kisses when you dream of a "tomorrows another day". why not now? change everything. sip on that honeysuckle as if it were your last drop of everlasting life. we'll hold on to every instance and we'll compose over and over and over... i'll fall faster into your shoulder while you hide under my every word. you live on life and i live on love. to live is just to love but with another vowel. |
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[Jan. 12th, 2009|11:52 pm] |
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people never stay. they all grow up and walk away. |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2009|04:32 am] |
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what does it even mean to like someone? does it mean you have to be yourself completely, all the time? do you have to give up sections of your life to become apart of theirs? do you have to search for meanings to complicate the way you "feel" about them? do you have to seek within yourself to find a greater appeal to what it is you truly find unbearable about them? or is it just lust? you're lusting for something completely and utterly radiant. something that you're not quite sure of. are you willing to take the leap from friend, foe and relationship? are you willing to say this is why i like you, without a doubt? you are me, i am you, and we are we. are you in this because you're alone and without a being? are you in this because YOU ARE in this? do you know how it feels to feel naked and disrupted? to have your heart put on a stool, something so blocked yet so eye capturing for the world to see? are you willing to take a hold of what's yours? are you willing to call what's yours is mine and what's mine is yours and mine and yours is ours together? what does it mean, to like someone? to capture the single moment from your life to theirs, without a sound, but know that you're, together. |
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[Dec. 20th, 2008|05:18 pm] |
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people aren't like they used to be |
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| me, the paperbag |
[Dec. 18th, 2008|11:34 pm] |
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if i were queen i'd lock up your loveless lips and turn your vile hips into sinking ships. if i were a bee i'd make you my hive and i'd dive right into your skin of golden lights. i'm just a clementine, one that they are quickly to mistake for an orange. believe what you choose, what you want isn't right for you... |
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[Dec. 14th, 2008|01:11 pm] |
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"i'd sacrifice money and heaven all for love" |
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| this is what living like this does |
[Dec. 1st, 2008|04:19 am] |
i wish my skin was thick and my heart was blue so i could pump my blood just like you. fear. that tasteless bite that beacons my mind and creates more than less time. winters are promises of a long lost friend. my flesh is scarce and my strength is near.
i like to imagine my skin clear and full of fear. i'm draw toward you and what's new. i'll paint you pictures from behind my mind, create familiar landscapes for you to fall behind. this, it's just like your hand in mine. i hear you like a rhythm, your melody creates a current that flows within my mind. i'm drawn to you because you're so perfect and true. |
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[Sep. 12th, 2008|12:01 am] |
and i'll split just like the sun. i'll burn into your skull while you soak into my skin. i'll float a raft outside your house, pretend you're drowning and i'll jump right in. into your limbs i'll fall and gloat. i'll contemplate that time i counted all my last fates and i'll continue to hang up all the corners in bars. but it's like what i've said and what you're often doing "jump for the fences and glide for the ruins". i'm a mess almost completely, but without you i'm almost ruined. ace of spades, and trouble for the taking. it's like i'm taken but i can't give up what is really broken. timing is perfect but the key to all is lost and unknown. confess what is best and wait for the extreme and what often leads to the sign that says "you need some rest". i could make you feel what i feel in so many cases, like the dukes of the daises and the breaks of the hasty.
i don't even like this. "i need wonder." |
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| sons are like seaweed |
[Sep. 3rd, 2008|11:43 pm] |
on my ceiling there's a shape of a tiny little eye.
some people are gone, but aren't leaving. they're seeing to believe in. pulses are quenching for this train that's bugging on for so long. it's you and me that's driving sin into the earths crust. i'm tired of keeping all of me apart. but i still want a letter to write to enchanting spilling mountains that resort into the shape of your cheeks. tie this into you, but all my voice has gone. so much salt, so little wine. it's so clear, i'm blind. |
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| too easy to fall out of light |
[Sep. 2nd, 2008|11:46 pm] |
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this is what i've had to think about, preach about and come to know about. i've loved you with my entire being, every fiber interlined with my bones, but now, i just don't love you. simple as that, but i've got to retract. because now i know why i'm so bright and you are blue, it's because i'm with him - and not you. |
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| bottle it up |
[Aug. 20th, 2008|05:49 am] |
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i thought you'd come back anyway. all i do is look for the hit. battleship is gone and kaput once or twice. it's like this is the trillionth time and you keep saying "this is all too much, but not enough, never enough." it's like i'm a lady but my lips are numb from all the free for all fucks and the midnight loving from wobbly knees. the only thing different is that i've got goggles for eyes and paper mache for lips. there's a little tick that confesses all these things inside of me. basically, all i have to say is that i've wasted so much time for one little bit. we could dance to electro pop until our hips are gone and we're sinking ships until the break of dawn. it's almost as if i'm like "it's the way you make me feel," but i finally spoke the truth and i'm no longer talking in code. i guess you didn't understand when i said "i'm so alone." but my hearts wrenched and the only tool you have is the pliers. it's the only reason why i think of you all day. i've got burning and sometimes fearful itches of what i cling to and there's no control of mr. mystery. there's so many hands on me but i only see the grey hand that hits delusion and then we're off to talking about how my heart will never change. it's better off to be alright without temptations and gleaming heat from summer lit faces. but i'm like a clam and you only eat them once a year. it's like i'm not good enough for your disappointed faces. don't act like i'm a thief for your soul, but i know you can't figure out whether it's me or it's her. her being the stubborn pieces of me and sometimes i really hope you get through this. it's logical lovers, lost in the mystical sea. those great yard tuggers, waiting for what i wish was you and me. all too familiar but i guess i like the art scape i have sitting upon my window. you're shit out of luck, aim for trust and dip towards delicate souls. it's just the typical ass getting career when i see there's only good things filled high up in trees. you could be all together but it's just as easy to fall so apart. |
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| riot for the roads |
[Jul. 22nd, 2008|03:34 am] |
is it possible to know you but not all that well? maybe it's what you smell like, a little crisp but sometimes a little sour. it's hard to imagine waking up next to him, whoever, me or you. it's more then windy but it's nothing close to chicago. there's hard times and sometimes just the times. what reminds me of you? how i remember what i think about all the time. it's strange, but it's what i deal. i could count the codes but that'd be suicide to my job, it's like a dream i don't dare to rnr. there's a favorite color, sometimes a favorite scent, it's what i feel but what i can't let get to my head. because i've come to conclusions of what i think about you, it's like the sound of your voice is pitty to my ears and my pretty head raises it's conscience hand and it stops the world from spinning. rest and repeat, it's closer to what i think of the days that i'm raised in all this heat. i don't know if it's dangerous or if it's hardly a thrill to feel this empty of what i've created. i can think up all those times when i had your heart in min(e)(d). it's often that i can't think, but when i sink, i crack open to the bottom ocean. i can float about this shore of doubt, whisper what i care about and bring myself to my time of need. it's like i know where my heart is, but my home is lost without a doubt. it's not like i can't find it. but i traded it for something, somewhere, just so i could have it.
and what scares me is that i have the soundtrack set for when i'm ready to die, take what you create, but for now i chose to dive. but i know if i surpass this everlasting recreation of a dream, the trade will be worth the wait, the fuss, the guilt, the lies, the love, it's all worth what i've built up. it's like we're letting go but the only grip we should have a hold on is our head. but it's out of reach and all we need is air. so jump when it's over and walk when it's begun. for now it's just coasting but until then, we're not done.
we're home. |
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| ten shades and almost mine |
[Jul. 12th, 2008|02:11 am] |
it's that song you've got stuck in my head. it's like glue on paper but it's attached to my chest instead. the windows are rolled down slightly and i can hear you breathe like wind humming on my window. it's like i think about you all the time and it's so hard to deal with. you could never move or sometimes never smile and i could think the things you say are blue and sometimes yet so spectacular each and every way. you're almost gone and i can understand in every way. it's like there's love weaving in and out of your finger tips from the swim current to the wind current. patterns change and smiles sometimes fade away. it's like that kiss i've been longing for but i always miss. but because i'm so inviting i can never send out my own cue. it's like when i heard you sing for the first time and i realized it's better then the suicide i recreated in my dreams from my own tattered heart. but baby i never thought i'd miss autumn as much as i miss you. those cords you're so good at inventing come close to my eardrums and i pull them inside so i can feel what you only see. and this brings me to what i confess, all those things remind me of you. it's like it's so simple and i can only feel half blooded and a scornful princess that waits for miles. it's like sometimes i can feel your lips to my ear and as you kiss me off to sleep i can feel new york city at your fingertips. "only in dreams".
but i'm bored and all my fingers point to you. you were mine by night and by morning you were all but a fright. but i swear, in morning light you look more comfortable and i think that makes me need all my winter. winter with the sun, without the blaze and with the breeze.
i can't get over it, i just need you to need me, not like before, but like never, and not like now. |
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| i'm in the mood to lose my way |
[Jul. 9th, 2008|11:27 pm] |
my friends say that i don't need you and that your talk is cheap. i make plans for the ones i love, the strong ones, but not the weak. i think my heart needs fixing and you'll be with me next time, by the four by fives. a little bit queazy but i think i'm ready to hear voices on the telephone. we're alive, like moonlight dinner courses, down to the tips of your inter courses. it takes much less to feel alive, the stress that makes me dive again, i'm contemplating on how i think i feel, to how i know what to feel/steal. holding letters makes us excited but there's nothing that's really inside them. i see the world through both my eyes.
it's just like you are mine and she is yours. it's like that fix that i can't ignore. those silly little marks i leave upon my heart are like the ones you can never leave apart. apart from the standing ovation to what i speak, learn and write. i consume tides like prized possessions, but i see the meaning in your eyes. it's almost typical how i feel the sudden urge to splurge for your shoulders and run through your hair/mind. i'm oozing for change and it's not in a specific time frame. we're broken both like two ruddy respirators that keep our hearts on repeat. you'd have me, and i'd have you. it's like i'm anyone you want, i want all this time. it's like my voice is imploding and you're always finding the way to teach me how to speak. what if it's easier to try to stay the same, but only keeping what's in the sky. it's like i'm flavor of the week/month/leap year and there's nothing that continually stays. it's like dreaming is shortstop to the game and it fights the battle but does not succeed. because i'm two headed and you're just one, it keeps me acting like me and you acting like someone that i've become. there's crop circles that i can't bite out of, i just want you to find me, hide me and keep me away from sin. busy streets, mess with cam corders and specific little specks of time. it's like i feel it all so quickly, but i can't feel shit yet.
if your heart feels so big then why does mine feel so small? |
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| in twos |
[Jun. 22nd, 2008|11:48 pm] |
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because i'm without a doubt, my minds wondering curiously about whom and where and what and maybe why. this is so complicated and i'm so run out. the race is like the plague, out of concept and leaving love out of order. i'm used like the plate that's on the table, the one that's sitting with the mold growing over left over blueberry bagels. i think i just like the way i feel when i'm sitting on top of the cloud, like when you're not around, i melt when i sit down. it's such a downer, the way i'm often thought about. it's like i'll be here when you come back and i don't know if that's something i could drown in. it's that burning feeling, like i'm cooking in the oven and you're waiting by the dinner table. that feeling you supply to what's thrown out and i'm not only able. it's like i kirk from all these dreams, those ones that fill me with what i seem to be, in love with doubt. it's that very drought, bringing me home. my last chance to try romance. this is for the beat that beams my life. |
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| never catch him looking up |
[Jun. 19th, 2008|08:15 am] |
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inform me or disengage me. like liars on the east coast, and dream weavers on the west. ever contemplating what's always second best. that's all i can ever relate to, or sometimes ever talk about. car scatter from side to side, like buildings crumbling up from the tide. we can fake and fumble this way or maybe we can tumble. i'm sick of losing liars to the greatest ability known to man. promises are like clock work, dull, heavy and always on demand. the crumble in my stomach enjoys itself with the only bitter thought in my head. i'm dead but not complaining about not always having you in my bed. i guess i'm only from the east coast, where my body is off to the currents most reliable resource. |
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