August 2011
4 posts
Wasting Height
I wish someone would give me bad directions on how to get lost.
The feast for a beast less believed in
Here comes hope Just passin’ through But he taught me How do act like the normal kids do All we wanted To watch the water rise They sank their teeth When they heard our replies To just wanting to watch us bleed To wishing rain on our parades To flickering goals and digging holes With our hearts to be their spades
No No No I won’t let this go a second further No No No Face to face with...
Not easy, Necessary
I drank until the glass half full looked half-empty to me And if you don’t believe these words are true then you probably don’t need them to be My opening act is a train off-track What a hell of a thing to follow But it’s a standing rule to make you feel full Cuz you don’t burn the same when you’re hollow Standing tall, in the rain for all Of the kids behind the...
Candy, rotted teeth and why I fucking hate sweets.
I’m just so tired.
It’s so easy to get lost in helping someone find themselves.
If you read this you should know that so far, even at 23 years old, I’ve still never gotten used to realizing that things aren’t ever gonna be the way they were.
Happiness is a hyper-active kid on Halloween, and it just gets so goddamned hard realizing that the mask he had on yesterday...