| missing my xangaI havent been on here in a year man! or it feels like it....anyways whud UP! |
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| People are inherently fucking stupid.......im not in a bad mood.....im just being anti-social so deal with  |
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| in the end. at the end. no more beginnings....new beginnings are 4 the the heart taken and now hopless...we have nothing to give and everything to gain.....so you can try.....but dont expect ...expect me to fly with help of your new found wings....i tried to learn how to ride a bike, and i fell, its not my fault if u try and pick me up and fall with me.
Thanks for the patient people that help paint my wrists.
you know me im far from perfect......and if ur confused...thats how it should be.
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| The terror you couldn't bear with drama everywhere Sad tears roll down your face you lost your look of grace you grasp me in your hand only because no one would understand you lay me gently on your wrist only because you were so pissed you close you eyes and with a big surprise there is pain and blood dripping down the drain now you put me away until another hard day
Sometimes I touch wood just to know I'm here And clutch it in my hands, let it buzz behind my ears A spastic overwhelmed by his existential fear Tear it into splinters and dab at stubborn tears
I'm a drug virgin but my mouth is stuffed with pills To savour earthy smog, and swallow up my fill Who would have thought exploding senses kill The walls are writhing colours yet remain completely still
I crave
A splash of eyes-delight, fresh from its wrap It's drunken lope the essence of awe As you loft in a glassy breeze Flow Kiss a rose's finger tip And dance to the beat of your wings Conceit is wisely oblivious of your shine As we adore your accidental grace
Blessed with a selflessness Envied for your freedom To spin and rise like A dry leaf in this stale air And your trust it all we require As we raise your crystal tomb And issue you this life's sentence For being what we never could The perfect prize for mummy
A butterfly in a child's jar Granted the dead plant you clasp In loving adoration Wisely oblivious The sacrifice to a bustling adult Lacking their attention span In favour ofavorer things that live on Crisp bleached blade-edged paper A child glorious in his pride And now content with his praise Watches you be placed on a stark sill In your invisible cell To kiss the walls In your attempts to reach the great blue While the globe presses its warmth on you As you are left to dance yourself to death.
Why must I be tortured w/ love
it feels so good
but what if it ends
what if the clouds come in
what if i get rained on
will you wash away?
it has happened before
but your smile is sunshine over my fears
your kiss is like candy
so sweet to taste
will you protect me
from my demoned past
will you always hold me when i cry
so strong... i feel safe in your arms
i belong in your arms
will you tell me your not a monster
not a monster like him
help me sleep at night
from now on...
i will dream of us
and our future
i love you today and forever
sweet dreams baby
sweet dreams....
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| i miss u kasey!  |
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