Tuesday, September 28, 2010

I want

I want to be the girl with the most cake.
I love him so much it just turns to hate.
I fake it so real, I am beyond fake.
And someday, you will ache like I ache.

Replacement.

You know what I think hurts most? The feeling of being replaced. It's like no matter what you did, it wasn't enough. And no matter what you do to try and capture their heart again, it doesn't seem to work. And you're suddenly left thinking that you'll never be enough. And a sudden sadness captures your heart that never really leaves.

I don't

I don't wanna be abandoned
I don't want to curse your name
I don't wanna feel the sadness
Pretending that I'm still the same

I don't want to burn your letters
I don't want to face the truth
I don't wanna be abandoned
I don't wanna waste my youth

Mouths

Mouths got in the way of saying what needed saying.

Absence

Your eyes are so green - one of your parents must be part traffic light.

We're both self-centred, but the world revolves around us at the same speed.

Throughout life...

...you will meet one person who is like no other.
You could talk to this person for hours and hours, and never get bored.
You could tell this person anything and they will never judge you.
This person is your soulmate...your best friend...
Never let them go.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Move along.

You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks or even months overanalyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened... or you can leave the pieces on the floor and MOVE THE FUCK ON.

...

For it was not into my ear you whispered,
but into my heart.

It was not my lips you kissed,
but my soul.

Beatrice.

Summer without you is as cold as winter.
Winter without you is even colder.

Jesus of Suburbia.

What are you?

Jesus nailed to that fucking couch, suffering for my sins?

Girl Interrupted.

It was a spring day, the sort that gives people hope:
all soft winds and delicate smells of warm earth.
Suicide weather.

______________________


Crazy isn’t being broken or swallowing a dark secret.
It’s you or me amplified.
If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it.
If you ever wished you could be a child forever.

______________________


I think many people kill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won't.

The Glass Mountain.

And if he ever leaves,
Would anyone know?
Ever?
Would anyone care?
The answer is the shortest in the world.
Except for I.
But there'd be no I any more.

Life.

The point of life is to die, and take as many fuckers down with you as you can.

William.

These violent delights have violent ends.
And in their triumph die,
Like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume.

_______________


Doubt thou the stars are fire
Doubt that the sun doth move
Doubt truth to be a liar
But never doubt I love

_______________

My words fly up,
My thoughts remain below.
Words without thoughts,
Never to heaven go.

A montage.

"Everyone was together, but the whole place was empty.
Full of empty people who had all had enough.
And it all fired up into an argument of everything that's broken.
But the whole time I sat in the corner,
looking at how sad it all was,
and wondering why people can't just be happy....

And I just snapped, and wished everything would just shatter,
and there would be nothing left to be sad about...

I just left.
I couldn't deal with feeling like the world was such a sad place.
And you know what I did?
I went to the quietest spot, sat down, played my music,
and just thought about you, and what you offer to me...

Because everything else wouldn't matter if you weren't there for me.

No "one's" perfect...but "two" can come close. "

Friday, September 10, 2010

Night Thoughts.

Rock a-bye Baby,
In the motel.
Baby will kiss,
And Demon will tell.

When the bough bends,
The apple will fall.
Baby knows nothing,
Demon knows all.

Baby's a rocker,
Lost on the shore.
Demon's a mocker,
Baby's a whore.

A Dedication.

A wise, wonderful soul once said,

"The reason we live is to die like gods."

I couldn't agree more, Sophia Katina Hudson.

Beautiful Girls.

A beautiful girl can make you dizzy, like you've been drinking jack and coke all morning. She can make you feel high, full of the single greatest commodity known to man. Promise. Promise of a new tomorrow, promise of a greater hope.

This particular aura can be found in the gait of a beautiful girl. In her smile, and in her soul. In the way she makes every rotten thing about life seem like it's gonna be okay.

Moonboy.

I can't wait to break down your barriers.
Behind your high walls of stone,
you think defeat is impossible.
But slowly,
your defences,
shall weaken.

Lover, you should've come over.

The weird thing is, I don't actually remember seeing him at all.
I remember some blue lights on the band,
I remember the vibe of the night,
But I don't remember seeing him.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

30

Thirty is the years between my mum and me.
It's the number of red frogs I can get for $3.
It's my favourite word to hear an Irish person say,
and the maximum number of minutes I can participate in physical activity without projectile vomiting.

I just

I just need to know that it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever.

Mr Sandman, bring me a dream.

Oh for rain on the roof,
freshly washed sheets
and snuggling deep under the covers.

Oh for drifting into a beautiful dream
where you're flying high above the ocean,
skimming the sunset clouds.

I wanna be an astronaut and get high.

Because sometimes the best reason for wanting to be an astronaut,
is simply because you like the suit.