April 2011
171 posts
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I guess I'm just a fucked up combination of all...
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Underneath
One morning, early in last week
I became entranced by the dirt beneath my feet
So I laid down right there on the ground
And was the surprised by life as it constantly went around
I resolved to sit there, to never lift my head
To let the world pass over me, as if I were dead
I smiled to myself as I laid in the grass
So confident and sure that all would and must pass
A stranger later asked...
March 2011
127 posts
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My mouth tastes like metal
And my throat’s filled with cement
I don’t know how to hope anymore
Or where my personality went
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Everyone gets bored of everything so easily these...
I feel so out of place, the way I can worship and think about an album or novel for months, whereas most people change their favorite song or book every week. Everyone transitions so easily, and I feel like I’m the only brain that still has a stick shift. I get stuck on things, you know? Once I love something, it’ll define me for the rest of my life. I think that confuses people, as...
“There’s a place,
Where I can go,
When I feel low,
When I feel blue....”
– The Beatles
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I have these images, these people in my head and I just can’t seem to get them out, to show the depth and emotions that’s inside them to the people of this world. I try, I always try, but I feel as if I don’t do them justice. There’s so much more to them then I could ever convey through words or art or music. They’re extraordinary. But I guess you’d have to know...
“I know I’m still young and there’s a lot of time for things to...”
– Lynne Rae Perkins
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And maybe one day all the broken people
Will climb out of the graves
They’ve already dug for themselves
And will smile
Because there’s this thing
And it’s called hope
And it’s worth it all
Really
oh, darling drama queen
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It’s such a strange feeling to put tons and tons of time and energy into something and then it’s over…just like that. I feel empty, almost. I hate endings, especially when it comes to something I care about.
Give me metaphors or give me death
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a theory of relativity
A thieving little girl with dirt on her hands
Whose dreams were filled with love and lace
A loneliness, a hurt that was pushed aside
Life on the streets is no place for the divine
A starving belly, a lashed about back
Her world was one of constant attack
But she lived, and grew up, old at an age much too young
Her sole job being a survivor, working as an artist on the side
She said it...
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I don’t fit in. I know it. It’s because I’m shy, I guess, and because I’m not very nice either. I wish I wasn’t like this. It’s just that when I’m talking to someone, the words never come out right. I can’t be funny or witty when I’m using my mouth, and I always get the feeling that people are humoring me, just waiting for me to be done my bit...
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Anyway
Emotions are tough to come by
On these cold, dark nights
At this place
I have been for far too long
But I try anyway
I grit my teeth and
Try anyway
“We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year”
– Pink Floyd
Die, manic pixie dream girl stereotype, die.... →
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Like tiny fishes
We try to swim against the current
But turn back before we’re eaten
I currently eat, breathe, and dream Les...
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Dead
Every day when I get out of bed, I’m surprised waking up hasn’t killed me yet.
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I am a haphazard mess
I am collapsing under the weight of myself
And the expectations expected of me
I just want to let go, to fall, fall, fall
But the very thought makes me cling tighter
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I am a little girl, weak and lonely, not a force to be reckoned with. But oh, how I try to be.
Clearly
She laughs. “I know,” she says. “I know that all this shit I’m doing is bad. But as I do more and more bad things, they all matter less. People can do horrible things to me, and I can do horrible things to myself, but none it touches me. It’s like being invincible.” She gets a dreamy look in her eyes. “Like I’m Superman. And my only krypotonite is...
no
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I accept chaos
In fact, I expect it
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Now
When my hair was cut, just above my ears
And your tooth, second from the front, was crooked
We told stories of secret wonderlands
That we frequented often
Then, our laughs were long
And now they are short
I keep my heart black and bitter
Like my coffee
