Just for tonight darling,

let's get lost.

Golden

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

there's an empty space inside my heart.

tonight i'll set you free.

i set you free.

untitled

i want it all.

shame on me.

pretty girls make graves

for all of those with a little pain in their heart...

food for thought

if she was so easy to write off the first time,

what is stopping there from being a second time?

take a deep breath girl,

that head of yours is getting tighter.

easter creeper

how utterly perfect,

especially on zombie jesus day.

yum.

go down

bruises

that

won't

heal

days of yore

fate and destiny are two words slowly being erased from my vocabulary.

i used to believe in signs and chance.

now i am realizing my romantic state is diminishing.

maybe it is for the best.

crush

Delicious.

nail in coffin

lungs

i sniff false trails but believe they exist

following nothing, wishing for something

hallucinating on allusions never to be manifested

stuck, falling down the rabbit hole.

groping what could be, ignoring what is.

present is unforsaken, undone, unheard.

i walk backwards but believe i travel through time.

clicking my heels to jump ahead to better moments

parts of time that will never come to be

stuck, looking down another rabbit hole.

chasing the scents of ghosts.

trying to undead the dead already done.

under construction

i'm not here right now.

currently set on auto-pilot.

couldn't tell you when i'll return.

if you have any ideas, let me know.

until then

take care out there.

it's ugly outside.

hush

Just visiting

I'll never understand why I was the one worth leaving.

why did you have to make it look so easy?

Fact:

Walking

putting on my headphones

taking several steps out the front door

a part of me begins to come alive

in a way i lost sight of.

walking the hills, faster and faster

music and fresh air become my therapy.

exhaling slowly

and breathing in new beginnings.

new beginnings.

Bentley

Recreation

look for meaning in life and find nothing.

search for god and discover empty churches.

believe in hope and refuse opportunity.

masturbate in the company of others.

find struggling attractive.

try to succeed but strive to fail.

introduce yourself with a different name.

deliberately look for voids that cannot be filled.

play a game just to lose.

fall asleep and dance with Freud.

find beauty ugly and the hideous magnificent.

read backwards and instruct others to do the same.

have conversations with your reflection.

bark at cats.

have tea with the devil and brag about it.

write with no margins.

bathe in your clothes and run errands naked.

have unreasonable expectations and low standards.

demand questions and shun answers.

jump off a bridge if someone asks.

fornicate on the first date.

open a book and ask what all the letters mean.

confront a statue.

tell the ocean to stand still.

believe hell has frozen over and pigs can fly.

get out of bed and don't wake up.

No one will surrender tonight

Cause I need freedom now

And I need to know how

To live my life as it's meant to be

And I will hold on hope

And I won't let you choke

On the noose around your neck

And I'll find strength in pain

And I will change my ways

I'll know my name as it's called again

Before I fall asleep, I whisper goodnight to you. I wonder if you hear it.

truth be told

Lesson #48

Sometimes you have to learn to put your foot in your mouth.

Sometimes you have to learn to give up control, and just let things... happen.

Sometimes you have to learn.

Can you fucking hear me?

Conviction

April's plea

When it rains, it pours.

Every day harder, with more questions asked.

Answers I am not ready to give.

Sleepless nights, and too long of days.

I am not fond of when it rains.

the pen is mightier

Hope is a thing with feathers

That perches in the soul

And sings a tune without words

And never stops at all.

And sweetest, in the gale, is heard

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That keeps so many warm.

I've heard it in the chilliest land

And on the strangest sea

Yet, never, in extremity

It ask a crumb of me.

refuge