Saturday, June 25, 2011
why?
http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2011/06/25/3253479.htm
I can't understand why some people have to go through so much pain,
nor can I understand how easily everyone else allows themselves to forget it.
I can't understand why some people have to go through so much pain,
nor can I understand how easily everyone else allows themselves to forget it.
Friday, June 24, 2011
millpond.
The water was dark
And it went forever down,
But you couldn't tell;
The surface was cold and inpenetratable,
Still, as if waiting for time to begin.
Reflecting the surroundings in a way
That made the most mundane seem ethereal,
An entire world, paperthin; a masterpiece
Painted on a napkin.
Everything you heard,
Everything you saw,
Everything you smelled,
Everything you touched,
Tasted,
Was of the world above.
But was it so perfect, underneath?
Or perhaps what lurked below,
What lingered in the depths,
Waiting to leap out and strike
At the slightest disturbance,
Was something horrid.
Something tainted.
Something monstrous.
Something lost.
Something miserable.
Something vile.
Something broken.
Something
Ugly.
And it went forever down,
But you couldn't tell;
The surface was cold and inpenetratable,
Still, as if waiting for time to begin.
Reflecting the surroundings in a way
That made the most mundane seem ethereal,
An entire world, paperthin; a masterpiece
Painted on a napkin.
Everything you heard,
Everything you saw,
Everything you smelled,
Everything you touched,
Tasted,
Was of the world above.
But was it so perfect, underneath?
Or perhaps what lurked below,
What lingered in the depths,
Waiting to leap out and strike
At the slightest disturbance,
Was something horrid.
Something tainted.
Something monstrous.
Something lost.
Something miserable.
Something vile.
Something broken.
Something
Ugly.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
let it always be known that i was who i am.
It's funny how the first chords you come to
Are the minor notes that serenade you
And it's hard to accept yourself as someone you don't desire
As someone you don't want to be.
Are the minor notes that serenade you
And it's hard to accept yourself as someone you don't desire
As someone you don't want to be.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
We ran away, away, away to the river, but the river ran to the sea.
Maybe I was just too impatient
I promise I will learn from my mistakes.
I promise I will learn from my mistakes.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
don't waste your time on me, you're already the voice inside my head.
that was just. awkward. agreed?
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
back when a day meant forever.
that day in your bedroom, when you began to speak
you stopped yourself and kissed me
and i grabbed your arm and said
i know, i know.
i feel the same as you.
and i know, i know, it's changed since then.
and in every way, i've changed since then.
such a long time ago,
when i drove you away.
you stopped yourself and kissed me
and i grabbed your arm and said
i know, i know.
i feel the same as you.
and i know, i know, it's changed since then.
and in every way, i've changed since then.
such a long time ago,
when i drove you away.
you corruptible little thing.
naivety is cute up to a point. but once you've reached 17, it's just not acceptable anymore. please please please, reality set in. or else you'll be ignorant for the rest of your life.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
it doesn't make any sense.
talking to someone doesn't define an attraction of that kind. not everyone is attracted to everyone they talk to. especially someone they don't even know. c'est ridicule!
purgatory.
Well I was the one who showed you the sky
But you brought it down, down to my thighs
Sadly believed every word I didn't mean
About loving darkness.
And there it is now, he enters the room
It guts like a fish to see how he's grown
Saw me go out onto the town to mess around
Well you were the one who thought it was funny
That half of the world had never seen money
Shimmy-shuffle 'round, break it all down
It never comes to an end as long as you can help yourself
So, let me go out into the evil world that you know
Oh, let me go, let me go, let me go out into the sinful world that you know
That you really love
But you brought it down, down to my thighs
Sadly believed every word I didn't mean
About loving darkness.
And there it is now, he enters the room
It guts like a fish to see how he's grown
Saw me go out onto the town to mess around
Well you were the one who thought it was funny
That half of the world had never seen money
Shimmy-shuffle 'round, break it all down
It never comes to an end as long as you can help yourself
So, let me go out into the evil world that you know
Oh, let me go, let me go, let me go out into the sinful world that you know
That you really love
Monday, June 13, 2011
she loved only two things:
one was her long dark hair
and the other was how easily she could cut it off.
and the other was how easily she could cut it off.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
most people don't see it
but there's a hole in the flyscreen of one of the windows in the front living room, from a day years ago when someone must have tried and failed to break in. it's just a small, fist-sized and inconspicuous little tear that everyone passes by on their way around the house, but it's there all the same.
and theres a tear in the flyscreen of my bedroom window too. second floor.
it's a lot bigger, but hardly noticeable from the ground. if you saw it you'd probably wonder how and why someone climbed up to reach there, just to get in to a teenager's room full of the usual discarded junk, memories and possessions.
except if you knew better, you'd know it wasn't made by someone trying to get in.
and theres a tear in the flyscreen of my bedroom window too. second floor.
it's a lot bigger, but hardly noticeable from the ground. if you saw it you'd probably wonder how and why someone climbed up to reach there, just to get in to a teenager's room full of the usual discarded junk, memories and possessions.
except if you knew better, you'd know it wasn't made by someone trying to get in.
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