i've got a secret, but it's hard not to say
whether these words are stored up and hidden
for every last wounded bit of the day
the scar under your, i know,
your eye
you've told me before
that it hurts...
so that now, now, it's hard to see
your unsteady hand tries to level with me
i can't hold, i can't hold you
it's not you, i just can't
can't move
i can tell by your trembling lips
that your teeth are chattering
their words out on
on out, out on to the ground
i've got a secret, but it's hard to say
whether these words are stored up and hidden
for the sake
of every last wounded bit of the day.
it's a love bruise
for ev
give me back that piece of me
honestly, it's stealing...
honestly, i didn't mean to drop it
on the street
i'll make you a deal
on the count of three
we'll dismiss all of these
terrible things
these parts of me
we'll set them free
wait until you know me better
you'll take back that love letter
(just like i'm taking back me)
wait until you know me better
or let's just save ourselves
the trouble
i'll return them at a fee
...me...
i'll make you a deal
on the count of three
we'll dismiss all of these
terrible things
these parts of me
i've got my insecurities
you've got your good qualities
let's just save ourselves
the
i lost my thoughts under the train and let the tracks vibrate against them. i think i thought it might be nice to let them go for a while. you know, let them jam around something else than this head.
then maybe sleep can come from this bed.
then maybe sleep can come for this head.
no no, don't you worry. i can't ever cause a train wreck. and you don't ever have to hear that kind of crash. i've never been the type to take- to take things fast.
listen, you just sit back.
i'll pick up the slack.
i'll make up for all that you lack.
okay, and if that happens...if we all burn and they're laughing,
then what can i say i tried my best.
let's call this hypothetical.. by thatgirlangel, literature
Literature
let's call this hypothetical..
i shoved myself into the bathroom,
not to throw up- mind you
but it seems the only place i can
be away and then i'm so
vulnerable
because all the locks are on the other side of the door
how come everything feels that way?
as if all the locks are on the other side of the door
and
only you can lock me in
i cried in the car
well first i should explain
i went to my car
because i found
i really i wasn't alone
in the bathroom
but in my car
maybe i can be free
i control the wheel and the speed
you see?
just say yes, even if you don't...
i want nothing more than
to talk but that doesn't
work and
i keep staring at my cell p
hello...its me, again. by thatgirlangel, literature
Literature
hello...its me, again.
i know i spent the last forty minutes
sharing with you every piece of myself
that hasn't made sense in the past five years
and i know you listened in that way
that only you can
and i let the hurting in my lower back subside
i wanna use new words because
these ones all feel the same
i drank too much coffee again
and let it burn my throat
you hate the smell of coffee
it rained just enough in my town
just enough to take a comfortable walk
but i was too busy to taste it
and i dodged each drop
you would have been disappointed,
i'm sorry
comfortable rain and uptight feet
comfortable rain, come back please.
i'm enamored with
It's just finished raining again. It's not now, but I know that it was because my feet are wet. And I'm outside walking down a porch I've never been on before and I'm thinking the same things I've been thinking before. With my middle and ring fingers in my pockets, I'm kicking around awkwardly-broken rocks and rubble and losing my balance just often enough to be a bother, but not enough to do much about stabilizing myself. Thinking, "Here's where the wicker's spent all its time, and here's where it's paid its dues." And I'd better get to paying my dues too. I've got my face down by all the gutters with my knees dirtying up the mud, trying to
lovely, avert your eyes, this timeteller's not telling you anything you don't already know
you've lead me to learn such new steps, and i don't think i can keep up as well as i'd like
all the small worlds are too cliquish for me
but you know i can't help my voyeuristic tendencies
if only you..
lovely, softkiss my eyes, this heartseller's not selling you anything you don't already own
you're teaching me these new steps, and all i can think about is how to say goodnight
and all the small worlds are too cliquish for me
but you know i can't help my voyeuristic tendencies
if only you would give me reason to believe that something, anything
Current Residence: houston, texas Favourite genre of music: my musical tastes vary. ask me if you really care. Favourite style of art: www.aaronkratenart.com/
Favourite Movies
amelié. garden state. meet joe black. city of angels. harry potter series. kill bill vol1. et
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
lauren scott is my favorite singer.
Favourite Writers
Paul, who wrote much of the new testament.
Favourite Games
tetris. pong. paperboy. i like to go oldschool. it's easier.
so i hear the captain planet tv show playing right now. i thought they stopped playing that a LONG itme ago. i guess not. that or they just started running out of things to play at 5 AM on cartoon network.
why am i still awake..goodnight.
hey whoever makes it to 1000 page views gets a super cute deviation from moi. it's about time i make it to 1000, sorry for lack of deviations lately. i had a spill and now i find myself unable to write (ekynus knows about this) and unable to photograph (which i discovered earlier today).
weird thing that happend today: so one of my exgood friend's (not that we aren't friends anymore, just sort'a lost touch, i still love the boy :)) older brother came into my work today. i recognized him immediately. and he told me he recognized me, which would have normally made me uber happy because i had a secret crush on him when i was a freshman. anywho
hey look, i remembered i had a deviant art account. it irks me that i had some people fav one of my arts and its not there anymore. i dont' know why ahah it's been a year