i don't know where i belong.
i'm sick of everything.
i'm sick of being sick.
i'm tired of being a season.
i'm tired.
two battles lost.
things happen in threes.
tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick...
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
happy thoughts.
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Wednesday, February 18, 2009
you strike me with every colour and every nerve.
i woke up this morning.
red with hunger,
crimson with memories.
the hue burned my stomach until the only nutrient left was you.
the day progressed in orange.
caution waves throughout the pangs.
the flames crowded into a circle,
licking my skin all over to the first degree.
my bones were exposed,
but the warmth that followed extinguished the disaster.
in the end,
oranges were peeled with calloused thumbs
and it was easier to digest the future.
i feel green whenever i lay familiarity into sheets.
i swim through your iris,
because if you're all i see, i wish to be mutual.
an eye for an eye and a dream for a dream,
a morning to mourn the temporary displacement of my heart.
i belong in your eyes.
to be loved and to be scrutinized.
red with hunger,
crimson with memories.
the hue burned my stomach until the only nutrient left was you.
the day progressed in orange.
caution waves throughout the pangs.
the flames crowded into a circle,
licking my skin all over to the first degree.
my bones were exposed,
but the warmth that followed extinguished the disaster.
in the end,
oranges were peeled with calloused thumbs
and it was easier to digest the future.
i feel green whenever i lay familiarity into sheets.
i swim through your iris,
because if you're all i see, i wish to be mutual.
an eye for an eye and a dream for a dream,
a morning to mourn the temporary displacement of my heart.
i belong in your eyes.
to be loved and to be scrutinized.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
i couldn't predict today, tomorrow, or the future if i tried.
but i do see you in it. may you always be in it.
skies have greyed. life isn't perfect, and neither am i. however, i do like to think i do my best. when my best is not enough, or not appreciated, the skies become turbulent into a storm only you know how to funnel. i will not walk into hurricanes any longer. as much as it pains to leave it (you) behind, i need to walk where i am wanted.
i am a person. not a season.
meet the saviour of my record:
i knew that when i was doing my best, i'd be happy enough. now, i'm just proud of those who have surrounded me with the entire process. the memories, the pain, the insomnia and the lights. everything was worth it. i hope you think so, too.
march madness.
skies have greyed. life isn't perfect, and neither am i. however, i do like to think i do my best. when my best is not enough, or not appreciated, the skies become turbulent into a storm only you know how to funnel. i will not walk into hurricanes any longer. as much as it pains to leave it (you) behind, i need to walk where i am wanted.
i am a person. not a season.
meet the saviour of my record:
i knew that when i was doing my best, i'd be happy enough. now, i'm just proud of those who have surrounded me with the entire process. the memories, the pain, the insomnia and the lights. everything was worth it. i hope you think so, too.
march madness.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
as you wish.
he's made you blind.
you're better on your own.
i'm just the kind to bring you down.
equalize the pressure, it's all too much.
sex, drugs, and image is just enough to get you by in the real world.
you're better on your own.
i'm just the kind to bring you down.
equalize the pressure, it's all too much.
sex, drugs, and image is just enough to get you by in the real world.
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