why is this grief so heavy
the stars are painted on the pavement and i've been crying
your name on the edge of its seat on the tip of my tongue
and it's twisted.
we ran too fast to see the end of the world
together...
like some awful B movie.
where i was your girl and you were only half a monster
Monday, June 13, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
"what do you want?"
keep on keeping on.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
forests on fire
watching 3rd rock from the sun...
Saturday, May 28, 2011
o-pin-ion
is it just me or do babies moving in the tummy makes you think of aliens?
i've only touched a baby bump once and it felt like the way i imagine an alien in a pod trying to reach out would feel like...
so yeah... baby aliens in pods... reaching, maybe clawing at the mucous-y flesh stuff.
i've only touched a baby bump once and it felt like the way i imagine an alien in a pod trying to reach out would feel like...
so yeah... baby aliens in pods... reaching, maybe clawing at the mucous-y flesh stuff.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
i'm feeling restless...
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"i"
"i was born to be crushed."
tiny fragments of bone and dust
they linger on the tops of the trees you walk through when you're alone.
i was afraid that you had gone...
but what was i afraid for?
the tiny bits of you are imprinted into my soul
if i were to cry, it would be for the years building up to this
the roads i walked to get to you
i'd burn them all...
tiny fragments of bone and dust
they linger on the tops of the trees you walk through when you're alone.
i was afraid that you had gone...
but what was i afraid for?
the tiny bits of you are imprinted into my soul
if i were to cry, it would be for the years building up to this
the roads i walked to get to you
i'd burn them all...
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
soulless
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Monday, May 23, 2011
it's the end of the world as we know it
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and i feel fine...
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Labels:
art,
art pictures,
definition,
fucking,
quotes,
signs,
tattoos,
zombies
dreams are another reality
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art,
art pictures,
drawing,
love,
octopus,
quotes,
risk,
squid,
turtle sex
Thursday, May 19, 2011
home
this is to you. this is for me. this is to him. for us... the trinity. for my birthday and the week after. for the months in the hospital. for the years after that. for the scars. the mental breakdowns. the love i want to hold forever but end up shaking. for being there as soon as you could, i know, it bothers you still. godspeed... this is for the times we don't get along, sometimes we hate the things that love us because we can't. for the summer months ahead when we return as kings with nothing to show for it, but empty hands. for the changed hearts. to you, for you, my dear... is why i'm here.
Labels:
azure ray,
home,
music video,
rant,
sadness,
thankfulness
i don't hate you
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when you were younger
there were wounds that were simply make-believe
made up
invisible scars that run deep in the sea of me
we can't go back or go any further ahead
stagnate
but i'll hold close the memory of your love...
you made me
you make me who i am
a lonely child following the hymns of youth back to
or away from a tiny piece of home that never existed
but i felt at peace in your arms
in any other universe, dear past, we could have lasted
those wounds don't seem as clear cut now
in the light of everything that's glowing
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
these moments
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