December 2009
36 posts
All you pretty people,
you’re all gonna die.
Well, you’re my friend, (that’s what you told me), and can you see (what’s inside of me). Many times we’ve been out drinking, and many times we’ve shared our thoughts. But did you ever, ever notice, the kind of thoughts I got? Well you know I have a love, a love for everyone I know, and you know I have a drive to live I won’t let go. But can you see...
/dead from the neck up
I feel like Forrest Motherfucking Gump.
goddamn
These hands
could’ve moved mountains
In my head
those words were different
are different
I went back and listened to it.
I love to hear it,
and scream it,
and feel it.
I want to find it again.
don’t slam the door
when you leave
when I leave
you have to go
but don’t
don’t don’t
slam the door
but leave don’t
delete
I’ve been to a minor place and I can say I like its face if I am gone and with no trace I will be in a minor place
enter/exit
I don’t know if that was for me,
and for once, I’ll assume it’s not.
I don’t know what just happened, but
it is killing me
I was born today.
If you were born today We’d kill you by age eight Never get the chance to say:
Come back,
it’s the only way.
Being vague,
makes this hard to interpret.
Hah, I have a tumblarity now.
the soft ones,
the loud ones,
the slow ones,
the bright ones,
the meaningful ones,
the distance,
the good pets,
the wordless,
the stateless.
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Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz