Latest Tweets:
I believe this is an example of myself.
This is where I shall speak my mind of whatever I wish to say. Explaining further would be a waste of precious time. These are my thoughts,
and my words.
Don't steal them, you can write your own.
I know I’m in love with you.
Those aren’t the proper words for what it is I feel, maybe the right words don’t exist. I know, that’s all. It’s a pure, raw knowing. My affection is.
And I would give the world to you. I would give you absolutely everything. I want to give you everything. And, I am so sorry I can’t give you all you need. I wish I could. I would give anything to be able to.
like a paper crane.
Teach me to spread my wings
Light as a falling feather,
Softer than silence sings.
Away, away
Gliding in the wind alone.
Only made of paper,
But has a heart of stone.
"
Red clovered skies
Shared thier stories of a grand symphonie
That covered the ages
Across a dozen or so pages
Ink spillled, pooling against the
Edges of much more than words and lines.
Bleeding through important thoughts,
Erasing some lost, maybe ancient rhymes.
Flames envy the dentrimental loss
Licking up what the ink failed to destroy.
Misunderstanding the gravity
Of the spilled ink’s ploy.
Nothing left to be salvaged
When our forgettful poet returns.
To his children, the words will never be read.
It was as if they were never said.
Oduoweosjefsr presents! :Dout how ridiculous my breats are. It isn’t my fault. I love them, so oh well.
Also Sophie, I got you something! I thought about driving over before I came home, but I didn’t.
Yeah, I know! It’s a coconut full of goldfish, okay not really. But I must give it to you the next time I see you.
(via theclit-cut)
your hand anymore. It’s not my fault we can’t be friends when you have a girlfriend, you’re doing this not me. And I am okay with that now.
I thought about quitting with playing, and writing. So last night I went back to the roots of what made me start in the beginning. Retracing my steps was the wisest thing I’ve ever done. I not only came out of it unafriad of how things are, without the friends I used to have, but with the realization that what I’m doing is what I want to be doing.
Starting tomorrow I’m going to be a vegetarian. Writing this on here means I have to stick with it. I’m going to eat healthier, be healtier.
I’m going to write like I used to, practice guitar like I used to. Read like I used to.
Fuck you and your restraints. This is who I am.
"Enlist in the war;
Fight for what you’re taught
For what you believe in
Take the enemy by the hand
After he’s been caught.
Repent for your sins,
Soldier. Listen to the man.
Your father burned his draft card.
His father fought for freedom.
His father barely survived depression.
Now, you have a nice little yard.
And drink too much whiskey and rum.
While the world stays in recession.
Is this your life now?
This is what your father’s father won?
No one is allowed
To tell you what must be done."
"
I would give up all the words in the world
If I could hear your voice once more.
I would stop writing
If that’s what you asked for.
I would give up everything I love,
If only you would love me.
I would do anything for you,
If you could ever see.
I would close my eyes and let go,
If that was your wish.
I would wonder every night,
If you felt my final kiss.
But I knew, if you truely loved me.
You wouldn’t ask me to give up all this.
"
Memoirs::::::::
Laugh at yourself, smile and laugh
Because you know where you’ve been.
Know what has happened,
Know things will never be the same again.
Memories are memoirs now,
Lost in the ancient woods.
Where ravens cry themselves to sleep,
Cry to sleep for good.
What happened yesterday?
Do you even know?
What I would give for a chance,
To hear a mute raven crow.
Smile and carry on with yourself.
Show me your world, or not.
I’d show you mine.
You already knew that, I thought.
Maybe you didn’t, maybe you did.
Do I make sense? Listen to my words.
Do you hear line after line of you?
Or do you believe this is just about birds?
The raven, maybe is all I mean.
A glass world reflects all I see.
Do you know who he is?
Who’s the only man it could be?
