May 2012
1 post
January 2012
1 post
“I can tell it’s winter by the size of the lump in my throat.”
December 2011
2 posts
I wish my pillows had heart beats.
That was the first night I’ve cried myself to sleep in a very long time.
I am not a fan.
November 2011
11 posts
“Your heart won’t heal right
If you keep tearing out the sutures.”
– The Postal Service
Like lions do.
Do you miss her when you’re sleeping
Do you find it hard to eat when
Everything reminds you of her stilly ghost
So to captains if my captain how can I become a captain
Get the strength I need to pull this one around
(I will wait under the tow like lions do)
Oh my God
What am I doing here
And I walk this ship of golden brown
You sit back covered up sounds
That don’t come from my...
“How far does it go?
Is it me or is your face in the water?
My head will explode...”
– What a lullaby, what a way to die.
Lovers Eyes.
Love was kind for a time But now just leaks and it makes me blind This mirror holds my eyes too bright I can’t see the others in my life Were we too young And heads too strong To bear the weight of these lover’s eyes ‘Cause I feel numb beneath your tongue Beneath the curse of these lover’s eyes But do not ask the price I pay I must live with my quiet rage Tame the ghosts in...
“And now this land
Means less and less to me without you breathing through its...”
– Mumford & Sons
Hold On To What You Believe
October 2011
11 posts
Show your bones.
“In the absence of light, darkness prevails.”
“Walking away.
It’s not the same as running.
Is it to you, now that...”
When you look at me I’ll be digesting your legs, cause I can hardly see what’s in front of me these days (and those days too).
I’ve got to take what I’m making and turn it into something. I’ve got to take what I’m making and turn it into something (for you).
I’ve got to break what I’m making and turn it into nothing. I’ve got to break what...
Banquet.
A heart of stone, a smoking gun I can give you life, I can take it away A heart of stone, a smoking gun I’m working it out Why’d you feel so underrated? Why’d you feel so negated? Turning away from the light Becoming adult Turning into myself I wanted to bite not destroy To feel her underneath Turning into the light She don’t think straight She’s got such a dirty mind...
September 2011
27 posts
So what is moral fiber? It’s funny, I used to think it was always telling the truth, doing good deeds, basically being a fucking boy scout. But lately I’ve been seeing it all differently. Now I think moral fiber’s about finding that one thing you really care about. That one special thing that means more to you then anything else in the world. And when you find her, you fight for...
“Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love...”
I miss you, love.
Its weird sleeping on the office floor without you….
I don't care if you hate him. This is for you.
In All The Unholy Bathrooms.
Right Away, Great Captain!
“I’d stay if I ever could,
And pick up your pieces, babe.
Cause...”
Listen
Play Crack The Sky
(this is the end)
This story’s old but it goes on & on until we disappear
(this is the calm)
Calm me & let me taste the salt you breathed while you were underneath
(we are drowning)
I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea
(after the storm)
I spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean
(rest in the deep)
I know that this is what...
...off by heart.
The stars are aligned, but they don’t align for us Excuse me for I am the ocean, and I will starve for you Will you know how to stay brave? Such fragile moments we share You are my everything Even with nothing to say
“Pain is only a pulse if you just stop feeling it!”
– Time Consumer
Blink
Hello there, the angel from my nightmare, The shadow in the background of the morgue, The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley We can live like Jack and Sally if we want Where you can always find me And we’ll have Halloween on Christmas
Don’t waste your time on me you’re already The voice inside my head
I wish I were prettier.
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“I’ve spent so long sitting down here.
[Paper cut my heart in half and...”
– Junesong Provision.
Uzbekistan
“I don’t understand French, but if I could, I would write beautiful songs about horrible things… because it is said to be the language of love and romance… and if love didn’t exist, there wouldn’t be any horrible things. You must care to cry, love something in order to hate something… You must have a heart in order for it to be broken. Many people walk in...
