Monday, April 5, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
beautiful breakdown
“Sometimes people having breakdown problems can look very beautiful because they have that fragile something to the way they move or walk. They put on a mood that makes them more beautiful.”
Saturday, October 17, 2009
heres to self expression..
"a free lesson on growing up
never trust anyone to the point
where your backs exposed
every person i've ever known was a fake
and you'll see your closest ones go first
who needs enemies you've got friends
a free lesson on growing up
make the best of their worst
and never compromise what you feel is right
i make a point to be powerful when i speak,
be the one that gives them nightmares when they sleep
never back down from anyone "
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
travels through time
Look past the dandelions and the tumbleweeds. The wrotten stories of the past, and the murky waters we hide our darkest sharkes in. Look past the flowers you know will wilt in time, and hold your head up high darling. once you look down, you'll sink fast in the quicksand that dots our land of love. Light up a cigarette and slip into the great unknown.
Dont worry baby, I've got your hand. I've held it through the brightest of sunshine, and I'll hold onto it in the most atrocious of storms.
I picked up a glimmer of home tonight, I know you've noticed me carrying it around. It shimes straight through my jean pocket. I'll split the glimmer of hope in have and we can start fresh. Become the lvers we once knew, all those years ago. When we balanced beamed the railroad tracks in out secret narnia.
You are unlike the rest, and the magnetism of your heart to mine is incredable. I think we can float on quite alright with the butterflies and the rocks skipping across the water of courage.
Our story has boundless chapters, and magical instances of things that take us back. Remember when the lightning danced around us, and the wind blew our kisses into the sky? I traveled across the globe, and I think I caught all of them as the decended back onto earth. My collection is patiently awaiting your arival, when they will lay with us amongst the folds of the quilt we made love on.
Dont worry baby, I've got your hand. I've held it through the brightest of sunshine, and I'll hold onto it in the most atrocious of storms.
I picked up a glimmer of home tonight, I know you've noticed me carrying it around. It shimes straight through my jean pocket. I'll split the glimmer of hope in have and we can start fresh. Become the lvers we once knew, all those years ago. When we balanced beamed the railroad tracks in out secret narnia.
You are unlike the rest, and the magnetism of your heart to mine is incredable. I think we can float on quite alright with the butterflies and the rocks skipping across the water of courage.
Our story has boundless chapters, and magical instances of things that take us back. Remember when the lightning danced around us, and the wind blew our kisses into the sky? I traveled across the globe, and I think I caught all of them as the decended back onto earth. My collection is patiently awaiting your arival, when they will lay with us amongst the folds of the quilt we made love on.
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