Sunday, November 16, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Typeing contemplating then deleting anything with the thought of you
like a mind surgery
I want to erase these thoughts of you
I want to fly to the moon and catch all the stars in my pockets on the way up and use them for magical powers to fix the mess everyones made.
I can't shed tears or cry
tonight's the night tonight's the night
I want to try but I'm to weak to fragile to make a movement or speak
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
The world is so moudly,
and my room is getting so damn small that it's like a bat cave
and I'm here hanging from my ceiling waiting to fall and crash and crumble again.
Everything remind's me of him and I can't delete a thing.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
Smokeing ma's burnt out cigerette butt's
searching for a headspin within something, anything.
My brain keeps yelling and everything is so loud
I just want to to fade out so I can excist again
An organ is playing the same beats
over and over again inside my head
Xaiver is gone, I never had a chance to meet him
he would have brightend my thoughts
and made everything seem less empty
My mouth tastes like an ashtray
I don't mind.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Can we camp out where noone else knows, forever
Hide and become nothing more then the grass in the ground?
Danceing with the figments of our imaginations
just you and me together.
kissing the spaces between the cracks of seperation, I feel so numb inside.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
If you believe in something long enough then it almost becomes real.
I feel trapped inside of an imaginary life time with only myself and the creatures that I make up and paint inside of my head.
I tried to work a normal job but I felt so out of it, like fainting or collapsing just so i didn't have to speak to people.
I quit life, fuck society & realism.
I want to hide inside of a box and only see the people I imagine and just write journals
and paint pictures of them forever.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
My body is decaying & sinking like quick sand, I can barely even feed myself anymore.
I'm becomeing an illusive thought, nothing more.
All of these emotions are eating my insides
I don't want to die, I do want to die.
Why can't there be a footpath
some sort of thought process
to stop me from dissappearing so quickly.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
I post my thoughts and feelings and secrets here more than I should, so I'm going to stop for a bit,
and hand write my secrets and write people stories and send them via little letters in their mail boxes.
I can't watch T.V anymore without feeling lonely or sad, it hurts my brain and my heart.
My anxiety is biteing me on the ass again, and my ever so annoying jitters are back, and I'm nervous all the time.
But i'm fighting it and hideing away until I'm better, it's hard and I can feel myself crumbleing.
I'm off all of my pills almost and I can slowly feel myself dissapearing and reappearing in diffrent ways.
I want to create a space ship and fly us away and meet the monsters that created us, and feel my feet sinking into the moon rather than these grass stained socks.