Current Music: l7, pretend that we're dead
Current Music: whistle, Flo- Rida
If the world tells you to stop, to unfollow your dreams,
Let it fuel your fire, pour on that gasoline;
More often than not, the enemy is internal, draining all of your energy,
No matter how much you out in, the result is the same, pure entropy;
Search high and low, you will find your strength,
Continue along your path, no matter the length.
Today I’m getting out of trouble.
I’m sorry for bleeding for you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Please be on the way, please do not hesitate to us, please do not be afraid of anything, please do not hesitate to call us for anything we have done.
Please do not bleed it please it will get out of my mind.
Please do not be afraid. Please do not be afraid of me.
I’m sorry I got out
I’ve gotten out
For now I’m getting out of trouble.
Please do not hesitate to ask me, please do not hesitate let me know I’m sorry for anything
I’m sorry for bleeding out.
Please do it. It will get out of hand and it will be awaited in a moment and it will be awaited in dreams.
It’s been awaited for a long and wonderful tide.
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Current Music: The Black Heart Procession -- Tropics of Love
I am not upset, but I'm asked all the same
and in doing so I become what it was I was not.
I feel the frustration build and bubble under
my insecurities and dashed hopes of dreams,
I see all of my worries and fears coalesce
into the amalgamated horror of everything
I wished would just leave me be, that it would
let me, just for once, be, quite simply, 'me'.
You don't inquire out of spite, or to incite
the unbridled emotion I carry within me, no,
you just wanted to understand what it was
that made me act the way that I acted.
You want to have a semblance of understanding
for why I get like I do, why I seem so tense;
you just want to be the helping hand in the dark.
I don't want the helping hand.
I don't want to need help.
What I want is to be 'normal',
is to be able to get through the day
without setting off alarm bells,
without stirring the hornet nest
of worry and concern that you
hold within, surrounded by all the
good intentions and positive thoughts
that any one person could muster.
I appreciate the sentiment.
I hate the end result.
If there's one thing I have learned,
in my admittedly short stint of breathing air,
it's that there is no black and white, only grey.
That grey seems to be hounding me,
reminding me that it's not as simple,
not as straightforward, as they say it is.
So this is one thing I want to be simple,
one thing that I want to be straightforward.
Please, just understand,
I don't understand.
I don't see that I'm rude,
that I'm coming across as angry.
I don't sense the tone of voice,
I can't hear it back until it's too late,
the words are already out there
and you've decided what it was I meant,
even if I simply did not mean that.
To be plain, I don't think that I think like you,
and I don't think it's something I can learn to do.
and days too
I sit up thinking of the stars inside you
of all your molecules
through those collared plains and rainy nights awake
your cold and careful heart pressing PLAY
places I would pay too much
to even get another glimpse of--
you deigned to speak my name
as if you knew no other words to say
and if I thought that you could hear me
I would beg you one last time
Current Music: Yuna - "Lullabies"
“Let’s play a game
Death whispers in your ears.
going around and around,
spinning before the decision ends.( Read more...Collapse )
You are breath,
bone and blinking
eyes wide, tears and sighs,
blood and skin and teeth
some incandescent dreams.
Just like me.
Current Music: Purity Ring - "Lofticries"
Oct. 16th, 2016 @ 10:09 pm
we used to talk every night about everything;
but lately you've started pulling away.
please don't rip us apart, that's the very thing
that will completely crush me at the end of the day.
i would have given you everything, anything,
but that wasn't enough because you left anyway.
you know, i used to imagine us, together, burying
all our demons, but now i'm alone in this cafe,
writing about someone who's made my life a dark shade of gray.