Sunday, March 29, 2009
i'm hungry
really, really hungry.
it's almost april! almost not a teenager anymore.. but i'm still young. forever.
bravo for life's little ironies
Monday, March 23, 2009
it's monday, march 23rd.
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Spring awakens us into a reality we do not want to face - the reality of our death-in-life.
IDEA!
It's also a fun-loving time for people who like nice weather..
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
i wrote this during spring break, somewhere between Raleigh and Richmond, excuse me if it's a little bit of a downer:
no apology will ease the pain in my soul,
I know what i need and i know what i have
what people see isn't me
it's more like an idea of what they'd want it to be
why do so many people lie?
lying only makes things worse
for i'd rather hear the truth and be hurt
than to live in a lie
full of mystery
that will never be set free
i need security, i need comfort
i need someone with some fucking commonsense
i need people i can trust will trust me
my heart and mind are pure by nature
i will do my best
i will try my hardest
i will die for you
and yet you say i am the scum of the earth
you've been lying since birth
you've been trying to relate
well let me tell you that's not how it works
for everything relates to you
you swam the fastest and you caught the golden egg
the world is in the palms of your hands
and trapped between your ears
but can you hear the screams of despiration?
the ghosts call you by name
and when the spirit of the dead comforted me
i knew death was no longer a subtle reality
relationships change
people change
i'm the changeling - see me change
but god's plan will never change
that love will never change
my thoughts have made me who i am
ive seen hurt & pain in every form
ive seen love & happiness once
but god knows i will see it again
please let me in
i give you my word
i wont ever let you down
you will never see the depression i saw
two hours outside of your mind
is enough time to understand
that life is i am
that death is i was
fuck money, fuck material things
when we walk barefoot naked thru the woods
it is the ultimate release of purity
but can you hear the screams of despiration?
the ghosts call you by name
and when the spirit of the dead comforted me
i knew death was no longer a subtle reality
this isn't the whole image, but a nice preview if you will. i really wanna make this into a t-shirt, along with some other ideas.. it'd look really gnarly.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
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