It's one of those funks,
stuck in a rut.
growing up tall is tough.
tall enough to see, tall enough to be.
get over it. move on?
who here has won?
growing up tall is tough.
I shake
I pray
I saw them all behind me in the mirror
you will know when you get that feeling
you know it's bad
It feels so evil
growing up tall is tough.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
the karma is sweetly smelling of oranges and evergreens.
good energy, attracts good energy.
that's that.
p.s. i have a car, a working phone, and i will have a job very soon
i feel like a responsible adult
imagine that?
oh, and avalon comes back in one week
my heart is fluttering.
and, when I fall in love
i think i will do it right this time
that's a good feeling
:]
that's that.
p.s. i have a car, a working phone, and i will have a job very soon
i feel like a responsible adult
imagine that?
oh, and avalon comes back in one week
my heart is fluttering.
and, when I fall in love
i think i will do it right this time
that's a good feeling
:]
Saturday, October 4, 2008
raining pouring.
I love life,
more than ever now.
The rain is a beautiful thing,
cleansing.
A big storm washed away the dirt in the street,
that trash we have left floating about.
Thank you God,
for bringing me peace.
more than ever now.
The rain is a beautiful thing,
cleansing.
A big storm washed away the dirt in the street,
that trash we have left floating about.
Thank you God,
for bringing me peace.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
breaking dice
i could ask so many questions that wouldn't matter or make a difference.
at least i can say,
my feelings can't be replaced by a warm shower.
at least i can say,
my feelings can't be replaced by a warm shower.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
a sweet sweet bloomer.
Fixing
Mending
Growing
___________________________
loose earth slipping between the roots grasp, wilting
petals fall and i bend over
recently broken, recently unrecieved
weave and reach out to earth
i will get to the solid stable ground, grab hold
feel the water, wash me
feel the sun, feed me
be still, slow down
work, grow, change
Time.
flowers will show, after I grow.
peace.
Mending
Growing
___________________________
loose earth slipping between the roots grasp, wilting
petals fall and i bend over
recently broken, recently unrecieved
weave and reach out to earth
i will get to the solid stable ground, grab hold
feel the water, wash me
feel the sun, feed me
be still, slow down
work, grow, change
Time.
flowers will show, after I grow.
peace.
Monday, September 8, 2008
THE girl.
I wish I could do better by you,
'cause that's what you deserve
You sacrifice so much of your life
In order for this to work.
While I'm off chasing my own dreams
Sailing around the world
Please know that I'm yours to keep
My beautiful girl
When you cry a piece of my heart dies
Knowing that I may have been the cause
If you were to leave
Fulfill someone else's dreams
I think I might totally be lost
You don't ask for no diamond rings no delicate string of pearls
That's why I wrote this song to sing
My beautiful girl
ooooo ooo ohhh ohh oh oh
One, two, one two three four
I wish I could do better by you
'cause it's what you deserve
You sacrifice so much of your life
in order for this to work
<3
'cause that's what you deserve
You sacrifice so much of your life
In order for this to work.
While I'm off chasing my own dreams
Sailing around the world
Please know that I'm yours to keep
My beautiful girl
When you cry a piece of my heart dies
Knowing that I may have been the cause
If you were to leave
Fulfill someone else's dreams
I think I might totally be lost
You don't ask for no diamond rings no delicate string of pearls
That's why I wrote this song to sing
My beautiful girl
ooooo ooo ohhh ohh oh oh
One, two, one two three four
I wish I could do better by you
'cause it's what you deserve
You sacrifice so much of your life
in order for this to work
<3
I wish you knew.
I really don't care
at all.
You should point fingers at your friends.
So dumb, so very very dumb.
at all.
You should point fingers at your friends.
So dumb, so very very dumb.
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