Devious Journal EntryI just dance my nights alway on most weekend, yet feel so un driven unfocused, and am still serching for what my life really needs.
Honeyher eyes are like honey but she is imaginary.Honey
Im in love with nothing, and everything that is not there. like a dreamer who feels like a fallen angel. never again will I say this same word. never again will I see this the same.
The dreams are paintfully bloody, and she could never touch me. I died while I killed. You'd never understand this
Gulity stab of a silence.
Even the woman with soft lips, who kissed, but could never speak, would stare so accusing.
I wish waking wasnt to bleed, I wish sleeping wasnt to suffer. &n
Surfing BlissDilute the doorsSurfing Bliss
Slipping underneath my feet, Dripping from near by.
I shout my …chants…. Chanting. It can’t listen, it never developed ears.
I push it away, This causes me more disturbances in my emotions, Unbalanced like the chemicals soaking my shoes. Shout a growl. Infecting my thoughts. That darn wave.
I cause more trouble by avoiding adaptation. Surf more and complaint less. I haven’t opened those learning doors enough to ride the green room.
Friends laugh as I chant and another set comes. Now catch me with my kno
What A TeaseA small KissWhat A Tease
Transverse layers above all the descending sheets. Lay in grace in all your avoided cries.
Coffee in hand handling it, As if it has no burn on the surface. Clam and collected, above. In the fog that is below. You whisper it away.
I think I belong…. Where I have not stepped, And where I have a stuck phase in my throat,
It’s for you. You can’t see it. Only grasp its concept if it’s even spoken, I’d only wish to speak these words in every, Exasperation and meaningful thought behind, Your smile I’d only se
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"A mind is like a parachute; it only works when its open"
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\m/(O_o)\m/ if you lose me, you lose a good thing
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Do Unto Others Before They Do Unto You.
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I play ping pong. i play it hard.
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*Gothic Barbie*
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*Gothic Barbie*
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Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
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As the days grow long I see
That time is standing still for me
When you’re not here
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