Monday, November 29, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
regret.
Trying not to think about her
Drowning my thoughts in dark liquor
But it’s hard not to wonder if love heals the heart quicker
And if it does I want no part; I like being broken hearted
Because loneliness makes me see the beauty in where we started
How is it, no matter where I go, you seem to follow?
Catching me unexpected, memories hard to swallow
Smile etched upon your lips, behind it hides a frown
The same face that I make when whenever you come around
I’d rather feel awkward then feel alone
Remember the flowers when I left you when you were still at home?
Of course you do, they won’t let you forget
Real Emotion Grown Rapidly Earnest & True
regret.
regret.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Collapse.
The situation in which people are usually at their most attractive and interesting shortly before a total personality collapse.
- Douglas Coupland - Player One, Pg.221
Monday, November 8, 2010
Friendships Sink
I HATE YOU for being so charismatic
I HATE YOU for 'acting' genuine
I HATE YOU for disappearing when I needed you
AND
I HATE MYSELF for believing you actually cared
BUT maybe we aren't so different after all...
I HATE YOU for 'acting' genuine
I HATE YOU for disappearing when I needed you
AND
I HATE MYSELF for believing you actually cared
BUT maybe we aren't so different after all...
Saturday, November 6, 2010
boXed in.
I feel entrapped in, this world we are wrapped in
Placed in a box, I can't leave but they can enter
I can hear my inner voice clapping
While a chorus of boos is just my depression's reaction
To the positive fashion of which my ego has fastened
He envies my happiness, says it is not happening
But from nightmares I wake up to dreams
And from night terrors I wake up to screams
What does this all mean?
If life is but a dream, I'm on shits creek without a paddle
But I don't focus on energy on things beyond my control
I just keep moving forward, you just have to let them go
To all the friends I have lost, your true colors were starting to show
You can throw dirt on a diamond but in the right light it is gunna glow
Placed in a box, I can't leave but they can enter
I can hear my inner voice clapping
While a chorus of boos is just my depression's reaction
To the positive fashion of which my ego has fastened
He envies my happiness, says it is not happening
But from nightmares I wake up to dreams
And from night terrors I wake up to screams
What does this all mean?
If life is but a dream, I'm on shits creek without a paddle
But I don't focus on energy on things beyond my control
I just keep moving forward, you just have to let them go
To all the friends I have lost, your true colors were starting to show
You can throw dirt on a diamond but in the right light it is gunna glow
Thursday, November 4, 2010
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