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18 March 2009 @ 11:48 pm

I don’t think I know us anymore.

Who are we now?

You and I?

 

Skeletons?

Blood spilled?

Obliteration incarnate?

 

Who are we now?

Blood and muscle and bone

Contained in separate packages?

 

Oh sure,

Parts of us combined.

Our hearts, for example.

 

But who are we now?

I don’t think I know us anymore.

I wonder if I ever said your name

 

Without thinking I could change you

Into something good for me.

Something less painful.

 

I don’t know who you anymore.

Who the fuck are you?

And where are we now?

 

Miles

From where we wanted to be,

I guess. I’m wondering

 

If we ever wanted to be there at all.

And if not, I suppose

We have nothing to fear now.


 
 
11 August 2008 @ 06:24 pm

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13 July 2008 @ 01:07 am
Typically, I don't enjoy spamming myself, but I was taught at a very young age that things like catharses and beckoned afflation are great with people who could mildly understand me. I'm a writer and a musician, and I invite you to listen to some of my music, if you want. I will definitely share stories with you.

If this isn't accepted, I apologize in advance.

xo/ox
 
 
16 May 2008 @ 11:50 am
It isn't as bad as it looks
But it's quite as bad as it feels
This story could write shelves of books
(The kind on the shelf marked for deals)

It isn't as bad as it sounds
But it's quite as bad as looks
It weighs on my mind and it pounds
(This story could write shelves of books)

It isn't as bad as it tastes
But it's quite as bad as it sounds
Just think of the hours it wastes
(It weighs on my mind and it pounds)

It isn't as bad as it smells
But it's quite as bad as it tastes
This kind of thing never sells
(Just think of the hours it wastes)
 
 
Current Location: my bed
Current Mood: guiltyguilty
Current Music: it's killing me - dc talk
 
 
09 May 2008 @ 06:23 pm
`A song - the only thing I've written recently. Now that school is finally over for the summer, I hope to be able to write more. I've got to get back to my true love :)


Anything HelpsCollapse )
 
 
Current Location: the church
Current Mood: thirstythirsty
Current Music: yaweh, yaweh
 
 
 
18 October 2007 @ 04:26 pm
My eyelids are closing, my breathing is weak
I can't find the strength or the whisper to speak
Maybe I'm just dreaming, but light comes in peeks -
I'm only a mess of a girl.

My fingers are tapping, my toes won't stay still
I can't seem to stop dancing, I've lost all my will
Maybe I'm just dreaming, or maybe I'm ill -
I'm only a mess of a girl.

My lips won't stop laughing, my voice makes no sound
I can't find my balance, I can't touch the ground
Maybe I'm just dreaming, and maybe I've drowned -
I'm only a mess of a girl.

My heart won't stop shaking, my mind isn't clear
I can't find my thoughts and I can't seem to hear
Maybe I'm just dreaming, or maybe you're near -
I'm only a mess of a girl.
 
 
Current Location: the library
Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: sleep spent - death cab for cutie
 
 
03 August 2007 @ 02:17 pm


 
 
 
28 June 2007 @ 11:02 pm
"To expect to die is a miserable sensation, and the longer the expectation lasts the deeper the misery. There is nothing ennobling about it, nothing uplifting. It is too brutal and too cold.” - taken from Noel Mostert’s book Supership.

The Silence Proves Me Dead.Collapse )
 
 
Current Location: my bed
Current Mood: satisfiedsatisfied
Current Music: dead man's party - a thorn for every heart
 
 
15 May 2007 @ 10:36 pm
Have you poisoned me, darling?
It seems that your heart is tainted,
wounded, perhaps.
Maybe a tad brittle,
As if it were left too long in
the unforgiving sun.

Have you shattered me, darling?
It seems that your mind is glowing,
rotting, perhaps.
Maybe a tad stale,
As if it were left too long in
your fermenting head.

Have you buried me, darling?
It seems that your words are strangled,
crippled, perhaps.
Maybe a tad bitter,
As if they were left too long in
your crumpling life.
 
 
Current Location: my bed
Current Mood: fullfull
Current Music: headlights on dark roads - snow patrol
 
 
13 May 2007 @ 08:51 pm
poemness. rather sad, and not at all what I wanted to write about...but that's what came out.


I wish I could do more than whisper your name
I wish I could breathe without feeling the shame
I wish I could lie and give up the blame -
I never thought that you'd take it this way.

I wish I could rip up that tedious letter
I wish I could throw out your comfyest sweater
I wish I could scream and that things would get better -
I never thought that it sounded this way.

I wish I could laugh at the memories I've found
I wish I could scatter this heartache around
I wish I could rewind and tear up old ground -
I never thought; so it ended this way.
 
 
Current Location: my bed
Current Mood: indescribableinspired
Current Music: never there - hoobastank