December 2009
29 posts
“if i had eyes on the back of my head, i would say you looked beautiful when you...”
– life
little green ghouls
i once knew a man who cut the heads off of miniature army action figures and gorilla glued them to mannequins and public artifacts. he almost went to county and faced the great demon of governmental rule. what a rebel. i hold in my highest badge honor.
peace mofuggahs
When i let them carry me out to a cemetery i want...
crystallized
do you ever feel timidly helpless? like you want something so bad but are simlpy unable to muster the courage to retrive it. i constanly feel this way, like the world is fading past me and i cant grab onto what i truley want and i am left in a world of what could have been. I feel like polar oposites. my outgoing side will sometimes run with recklessness and do something absolutley insane, things...
formspring.me
fecklesss:
Who do you listen to when it rains?
darkwave.
I would have quiet sex with you while it’s raining. We’d be under your blankets. Your room would be dark except for the dim gray rays of light coming from your window. No music - just the rain and our breathing. How would this make you feel?
oh.
Ask me anything
Sometime i truly believe it, when i say were going to be friends forever. Occasionally i don’t. Right now im Questioning.
I am going to say hi to him tomorow. and dont you make fun of me for being nervous.
a lack of color
high school is truely exaushting. the day to day incesent tasks and drama is wearing me to the bone. i cant take the petty gossip or pointless drama anymore. get over yourself and move the fuck on. Clevlanders and dull and unexpressive, it disappoints me to assosiate with them. i need to be surrounded with vibance, the kind of people that are so alive they make you think twice about what you have...
Valentine for Ernest Mann
Still, I like your spirit. Anyone who says, “Here’s my address, write me a poem,” deserves something in reply. So I’ll tell you a secret instead: poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes, they are sleeping. They are the shadows drifting across our ceilings the moment before we wake up. What we have to do is live in a way that lets us find them. Once I knew a man who...
“We laughed and laughed, together and separately, out loud and silently, we were...”