January 2010
21 posts
This isn't happiness.
“These heartaches are a big problem, but believe me a luke warm heart cannot compare with real feelings.”
My grandmother- 29/01/10.
I’m working on drawing a straight line
And I’ll draw until I get one right
It’s bold and dark boy, can’t you see?
I’m done drawn a line between you and me
I’m working on erasing you
I just don’t have the proper tools
I get hammered, forget that you exist
But there’s no way I’m forgetting this
I’m working hard on walking out
But my shoes keep sticking to the ground
My clothes won’t le...
I don’t want to let you go But it hurts my hands to hold the rope I won’t be such an easy mark You’re no better then they say.
“So you want a heart do you? You don’t know how lucky you are not to have one....”
– The Wizard of Oz
You don't hurt me. I hurt me. And now I'll hurt...
Laura's Poem.
iclsammi:
Find her at the bottom of the ocean
the diamond in the rough, the sunken jewel
pick her up, the rescue team is coming
so hold the waves, hold the waves…
this chain around her neck got too heavy
now she’ll only let you pull her down
it’s easier to hide under the covers
but we see your potential
please, for god sake, just open your eyes…
i whisper ‘were here now’
oh little...
"I have a friend who can not really be described. ...
A friend wrote this about me.
I don’t need you to disappoint me, I have myself for that.
My new year’s resolution was to read more. It’s January 11th and I’ve purchased three new books already…I’m still yet to read a page.
Poke
Poke out my iris, why can’t I cry about this? Maybe there is something that you know that I dont. We adopt a brand new language, communicate through pursed lips and you try not to put on any sexy clothes or graces. I might never catch a mouse and present it in my mouth, to make you feel you’re with someone who deserves to be with you. But there’s one thing we’ve got going...
Hurry up and run, to the one that you love. And...
fuckyeahconor:
And he’ll make war, oh war, On who you were before. And he’ll claim all that has spoiled in your heart.
Whatever (Folk Song In C)
This be the verse
They fuck you up, your mum and dad They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one another’s throats
Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And...
You miss me? I miss me too.
I only fall in love with strangers so don’t learn to love my bones. Their brittle and they’ll break with you’re reckless sticks and stones. They say that skin grows fonder when distance plays its part, but your skin has only helped with the distancing of my heart.
And the worst of it is, I’ve been missing you so bad. You pillow talked me into missing what I never had. We always kissed after...