I 've strewn myself accross this place.
I've strewn myself.
Myself.
The interior can't do this to me.
It's not psychological.
It's not normal.
Such pacifistic ways will kill me.
Meandering beauty.
Such soft lips.
Please, can I at least hold her hand?
Meandering beauty.
The beauty of all things natural.
Soft.
Soft beauty within these.
Soft beauty expelled.
Soft beauty once renowned.
Soft beauty.
Soft beauty forever entangled within.
These.
These beautiful lips.
Soft.
Open.
Open her lips.
Open her.
Open.
Until the day I see her face, soft, beauty, beauty.
I can't hold this in. Beauty.
I can't hold this.
Please.
Plea
Reality is a coined term, a meaningless mistake; grasped onto by the faint at heart, and those wanting to put an end to the infinite unanswerable questions that life has to offer us, that is; that life has to offer us if we choose not to give in.
Reality is an illusion. Nothing is reality, and through simple reason we can come to the truth....
reality is nothing.
But woah!....out on the horizon....truth??TRUTH!?!?!? TRUTH!!!!!
I thought you died many years ago, back before there were "motives", way back when.....
When no one even thought twice about not locking their doors before they went to bed.....back when nostalgia wasnt even in the
Whispers, they fall into the snow, leaving imprints as wedding rings of a torn summer and spring behind them. The rings are cold yet quick to melt. In their glory, new rings were to be made, advocating this jugle of clay. Destroy, destroy, destroy.
Forgotten time lies to me the sweet, precious lies of a faux-spring. Impermiable hope. Die, die, die.
A last rememberance of that swimming hole....A certain depth of loathing, anly achieved within these boundaries of inhuman emotion. Calculate, calculate, calculate.
Copulation of these lies in snow......fallen....melting....succumbing to the lush pastures of yesterday. Forget, forget,........for
I crawl.
And you ask me
\"How can salt on your wounds restitch heart?\"
I stop.
Ha.
You see nothing, you know nothing.
You don\'t feel!!!
You cannot comprehend the real meaning of all of this.
You think it is I who is lost.
I know it is you who has no real meaning at all.
Not lost.
Just never there.
The death of a thousand souls could not mean the end for my kind.
It is not in life or living that we get ours.
It is in death.
We await it patiently.
Sometimes giving ourselves little tastes, cutting.
It is sweet, so sweet.
We do not wish for victory,
wealth,
acknowledgement,
....... nothing.
Just death
How simple it seems,
How one could be like this.
You could never fully understand what it takes and what has to happen for this to take form.
You see in black and white.
Those who see in color are wrong.
You must see in shades of grey.
You all are white.
We are black.
You CANNOT go straight from white to black.
There are shades of grey.
In all white,
there is black.
But there is no white in any black.
White is the beginning.
Definitivaly not meant for staying.
Just a short click in time,
before your journey begins.
From this point,
not far is the prayer position.
How,
when two (one) hearts do this,
Can anything else be r
he\'s perfect
his perfection i can\'t match
no more looking
for what i have found
nothing gets better than this
growing older with your love
as your heart grows younger
what people tell u
doesn\'t matter anymore
they say u won\'t make it
the truth is they can\'t take it
holding eachother forever
seems like a dream
but some day soon
it will be
touching his face
with your hands
laughing at stupid things
makes u think what could be better
use your emotions well
they will take u far
his words are the only words u know
u dwell on the fact u can\'t be together until halloween
but then again what is time?
then he reminds u ti
Sacrifices are null.
Deception is unheard of.
The realization of it all,
was too much from the start.
The overwhelming feelings of anything,
through our lives,
were what they were feeling.
The abnormal surprising jitters,
or absence of feeling,
were directly sent.
To you, from them.
The reality is,
to every one;
there is one more.
Or more as in....2 halves.
The overwhelming factor in my case,
is that I am only 1/4.
To find my other part
would take immeasurable distances.
And yet,
here she is.
How?
Ha.
Davey
I can\'t possibly explain this to you.
yet, in my heart I know you understand,
even more than I,
This feeling.
This uncomprehendable feeling.
You understand it.
Not so much so that you comprehend it,
yet you understand it.
We both do.
But, on a different level of thinking,
a different level of being.
that is why our love is not.
it is not love.
it is higher up,
a higher level of feeling,
of comprehension,
of being.
That is us.
that is our connection.
What allow\'s our uncomplete souls
to become one once again.
Because we were one.
A long time ago.
Our names,
unknown.
Our being,
left in the darkest reaches of our mind
smackskater: i must not make the same mistakes as my father
smackskater: AND mother
smackskater: and family
smackskater: my role model
smackskater: is pretend
smackskater: its me
smackskater: me
smackskater: im
smackskater: everything
smackskater: everyone around me
smackskater: WASNT
smackskater: and i ahve to be
smackskater: who they are not
smackskater: who i WASNT born like
smackskater: who I AM NOT
smackskater: woah
smackskater: wierd
Reality is a coined term, a meaningless mistake; grasped onto by the faint at heart, and those wanting to put an end to the infinite unanswerable questions that life has to offer us, that is; that life has to offer us if we choose not to give in.
Reality is an illusion. Nothing is reality, and through simple reason we can come to the truth....
reality is nothing.
But woah!....out on the horizon....truth??TRUTH!?!?!? TRUTH!!!!!
I thought you died many years ago, back before there were "motives", way back when.....
When no one even thought twice about not locking their doors before they went to bed.....back when nostalgia wasnt even in the
[b]Listening to:[/b]Death Cab and Led Zep
[b]Thinking About:[/b]My Future (mary)
Getting ready for school, I am in the process of putting "The Mission" to music. Sof tmusic, just for background, but I like my stuff more spoken-word-esq... lol<3
I have alot of finished stuff, songs with vocals, some poetry, just ask me if u aren interested...;)
rande<3
xMxx forever
[b]Listening to:[/b]Sage Francis
[b]Thinking About:[/b]My Past
Last night went out, watched people drink in a vineyard in Thornton. Showed my bad things to Drew and Ben.
heheh
HAHAHA
Im doing good in school...
mon-fri = school from 7:20-12:42 Interior design 1:45-2:15
Mon+wed = fashion merchandising 2:30-5:00
Tues+thurs = Computer based office training..
Hard fucking shit. i barely have anytime to spend with my babe..:(
sorry mary!!
I love u soo much!!!!
I wrote something for you.... I love it
I love you!!!
rande
XMXX
Listening to:AFI - Incubus - The Legendary Pink Dots
It is 8:44 Am here, and I haven't gone to bed yet.
I am on a reece's pieces / outwar / photoshop Binge that has lasted now almost over 24 hours..
I don't really know what the future holds sometimes.
And I don't really remember if I'm supposed to be afraid or not.
All that I know, is that the only way for me to be sure of everything, is to be sure everything will just be.
Letting it be is just about the hardest thing for me to do at this point.
but what I need to focus on is:
1.ID
2.Study for permit
3.Money (Job)
4.Clean my room
5.Wash my clothes
I love you Mary
XMXX until the