April 2011
2 posts
“am i forgiven?”
March 2011
2 posts
truth.
i never killed anyone. i never beat anyone up.
i never called anyone any names.
ever.
at least not ones that weren’t true.
i was never two-faced either.
so how am i a bitch?
how am i the mean one here?
how did i become a label for cruelty?
it’s because i rejected you, isn’t it?
this is your way of coping with rejection.
great.
well you’re a liar. a...
Kicking It.
well hi.
how are you?
i missed you. you probably know that though.
i realized something yesterday: im not much of a human being.
i think that being human means that we have this great internal unquenchable thirst inside of us, scorching us, gnawing at our soul— at our minds. its a longing for something better and bigger than what we have.
and who is truly happy?
so here....
February 2011
1 post
Picture this:
you’re on an open road,
in an old school mustang-
turquoise blue-
rolling down 66 with the dust blowing up behind you and the wind whipping your hair.
flash back.
can you smell the electricity?
the heat from the nearby mountains?
you’re getting tan from the warmth of the afternoon sun.
don’t worry about a burn.
you’re totally alone out there.
not one soul but you....
October 2010
14 posts
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain. - Emily Dickinson, Not In Vain
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret...
September 2010
5 posts
Unsaid stories.
I was petting your hair.
Your head was in my lap.
Little fingers twining big round curls.
I had a half smile on my face,
And a hole in my heart.
You looked in my eyes, and then-
You knew I had replaced you.
August 2010
7 posts
“Why is everybody tellin me liessss?”
AND...
and you sang happy birthday….
and it was so so lovely…
<3
July 2010
24 posts
Today.
The world is so lovely.
I am so dead inside.
Bumbumbumbum.
All of my friends
Are shallow
And lazy
And two-faced.
So what does that say about me?
“You’re pretty okay for a dying girl.”
“Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself...”
– Kurt Vonnegut (via anaturalmystic) (via mr-kite)
“I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of...”
– Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII (via verbvixen)
I don’t just want
your heart
I want your flesh,
your skin
and blood and bones,
your voice, your thoughts
your pulse
and most of all your
fingerprints,
everywhere.
- Isobel Thrilling
kidmonsters:
Do You Realize? by The Flaming...
lost
Well.
She was here again
Lost again
Deep in her mind again.
When nodding,
Throbbing,
Pounding,
Rhythms
In her head
Were there again.
Searching for a home
A place to stay,
But frenzied thoughts
Cant give them that.
Lost
So lost.
She was.
There again.
Back again.
Didn’t think she’d see
This place again.
She was finished being lost.
But troubled souls find solace
In empty places.
Empty minds...
1 tag
“It is such a secret place, the land of tears.”
– the little prince