Sunday, April 25, 2010

I just want a little bit of affection.

Everyone is all the same, and you've just helped me put the last nail in the coffin.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

My back hurts

from making so many pedestals.

Made from the finest materials, my hands are broken and the weight is crushing me, but at least the smile on my face won't fade. I guess.

"Love is the answer" has been scratched and etched and ripped into the the lining of my skull, so my conscious can read it every day. The cheesy simplicity that statement offers makes so much sense to that annoyance beating under my chest. It makes me feel calm. Hating everyone and everything is easy and a pussy way to live. Not letting anyone get close out of fear is sad. Even if it hurts, scar tissue is stronger than any other. Keep building it and keep sucking in the lessons with it, you'll find gratitude and appreciation in everything life throws at you - somehow. Don't believe me, don't agree with me. Do whatever makes your heart beat a little bit slower.

Monday, April 19, 2010

If you were a library book, I'd check you out.

The passion I'm full of is too much for my body sometimes, or at least my skull; cause it seems to pour out into my hands and out threw my eyes when I am around the one I call my own. I am glowing with affection, maybe too much?

I don't really believe that, I guess I'm trying not to feel crazy. I just love to love, I love letting people know they are, too.

List of importance:

1. People I love.
2. School.
3. Work.

I see no flaws in this, do you?

Sunday, April 18, 2010


got a body like a pinup.
circa 1950s, I'm thinking Gil Everon-esque.
Such a good mood, let's make this shit last!

Friday, April 16, 2010

Keep begging me for sleep body,
it ain't happening.

Friday, April 9, 2010

oh, Steven Morrissey....

If I could say everything I wanted too right now,
I'd lose everything.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Monday, April 5, 2010

Well I've been tired cause I don't sleep that well on trains
well I got ups and downs but day are all the same
I've been low but it never gets me down
well I've been thrown out I've been let down I've been shamed
well I've had hardships I've been stripped of pride and name
I've been low but it never gets me down
nights spent drinking all the worry from my head and days spent wandering wishing i was dead
if only i could muster the words out from my mouth i would sing oh i would sing
id take the next train out
cause I've been hoping I've been praying there's some god so when i die im saved and found and im not lost
cause all hes done for me is take away the ones i love

Sunday, April 4, 2010

god fucking dammit

i hate my brain.
i hate feeling hollow for no god damn reason.
i hate thinking so much.

I wish I could just not.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

wasting hours

My brain is unresponsive to my body pleading for rest.