February 2011
“The key is to get to know people and trust them to be who they are. Instead, we...”
Hook, line, and sinker.
Your shoulder feels cold,
I escape from your hold-with a smile and a kiss,
Hide my eyes in your concious,
They shall never be found.
You sleep without a stir,
My heart beats harder- from the cage of my feeble ribs,
Locked inside my guilt persists,
And I feel like a stranger the more familiar this becomes.
Was it worth it, being caught, what if I lied and you had thought,
That all...
venting.
I hate feeling outside of myself like this. It’s like I understand why I am being the way I am, but I dont know why I feel it or how to stop it, and it doesn’t feel like me at all. I feel like a horrible, horrible person. But I want to be honest with myself, and realize that yes, maybe I am being irrational, instead of pretending that this is okay and not feeling guilty what so ever....
Anonymous asked: You are so beautiful.
Nonsense.
There is no sense in making sense of things.
I’m dreaming unto dreams that wont be dreams.
Cause once you finally seize the day,
And all the issues go away.
There is a kindred faith that fades,
Suddenly.
What is wrong if I believe it is so right?
If my mother tells me i’m a saint, should I sleep softly that night?
What is will if I just push petal to the floor?
Would it...
WatchMy first song on guitar! I have only been playing for a month now. I messed up with the timing and strumming a few times, especially near the end, but just having it on video makes me feel accomplished enough. Haha (:
Here are the lyrics:
Wish I Knew.
I don’t know how, how to go back,
To what we were.
There’s a broken, piece inside me,
And it still hurts.
Where does time go?
...
Oh yes.
PERFECT to drive to today.
sigh. :l
Untitled.
There is a formula behind your love,
One I thought I couldnt miss.
I felt your heavy heart, kindred when we kissed.
And no, I cannot be convinced.
That this isn’t what I intended it to be..
The end of what we dreamed our love to seek.
I am not a silly follow up, on what one might call disaster.
I don’t save whats not worth being chased after.
I feel throughout, that something...
I do not deserve this.
Bottom line.
Bahahahahah
yourmindblown:
texts from parents:
All of a sudden everything feels temporary.
And I don’t know what hurts more. The reality that I only have myself, or the reality that I can’t avoid getting caught up in it all. I dont know why I get such a big head sometimes, thinking that I am so sure of the world around me and that I can take on all these heavy encounters with my chin stuck in the air. But it’s so clear to everyone but me (until now) that the joke is...
The Pull.
In the moment I noticed you wouldn’t speak those familiar sounds, A pressure inside my heart, tensed thick behind my frown, Burst a million times, up through my mouth, Tongue wet with three words I couldn’t push out. You’ve had me on pins, pinned in a rut, Stuck with my head, contender to my gut, My heart was the savior, now damned in distress, Somehow naive all this time, I...
