Monday, April 9, 2012

nearly eighteen.

i feel like im flying too close to the sun, and i can only hope that i will be better off for it. sometimes i become so consumed by rage that my only human thought is how i would give up everything to be able to cry again, or to able to smile with all my teeth. i cant even trace back my anger, pinpoint it to a certain moment, but a couple of nights ago i woke up at an hour no one should be awake at, and realised that one day i will die and no one will miss me. it was kinda an unexpected catalyst but it happened. i woke up later that morning and felt ready to take on the world, but only in a way that ends with me burning down the city skyline.
i felt like i have awakened from a coma ive been in these past couple months. its been rough living, but i don't know any better. i find it hard summarise my life so far, but all i know is that i have gained some new personality traits (not all of them good), had my heart and soul stolen more times than i would have liked
, seen a couple of my favourite bands live, been in a couple fistfights, screamed my lungs out at the moon many a time, given up on friends, and in turn had friends give up on me.
to everyone that reads this: i don't know how you all work your way into my life but i feel like it all works like string theory. everything is interconnected. thank you for sticking it out with me. its been a long road, but this isnt the end, this is just a fork in the road, and i hope you all take the same path as me. thank you for keeping me going at my worst and for grounding me at my highest.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

selling: one used god complex, in good condition, local pick-up only

can i upgrade my personality?
at my very core i am not gold
just copper
some higher power made me from the leftovers of the carbon copies walking this earth
i am full of flaws;
i wax and wane over everything and everyone i hold dear,
i hate you and love you in the same breath,
im not expecting of a saccharine future,
i have to hit up sinatra to get to sleep, and
sometimes i fear that i have long passed the point of no return.
maybe if you polish my flaws i could be worth something to someone


forget all that i have written above. forget me.


Thursday, February 16, 2012

red pill or the blue pill?

you said "tell it to the marines"
(dont you think i already did?)
you said "you arent worth my time"
(dont you think i already know?)
kick my feet out from under me
the way you look into my eyes...
you arent reading me like a book
you are just looking at your own reflection
its never love, its just a trick of the light
living on a boxers belief that im worth my flyweight in gold
(punching above my weight always)
forever a stupid fuck with no hope
(this is a shot across the bows)
cut and run while you have a chance

Thursday, February 9, 2012

"some days i may express myself in curious ways"

i miss the snow days
now im living inside dog days
sleeping three hours a night
im running low on juice
cravings for a mental break
speeding past the point of no return with my middle fingers in the air
lost my mind a while back
im locked in 'safe mode' (i swallowed the key)
will you join me?
push you against the walls of my head
catch us in the moment. frame us like work of art.
sweat out all the love in my body out of my pores
forked tongues on skin
just begging to dive in
---but---
you told me you were in love with the idea of love (not me)
and i told you to stop smoking
because only i kept the cancer at bay

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

im not a superhero- im pavlovs dog

are you the bell or the meat powder?

Saturday, December 24, 2011

vampire money at its premium (and im buying in)

you burn the candle from both ends
living life as a mover and shaker
im just living life as a b-side
a chaser to all your late nights
(tete a tete with the 6s and 7s)
im calling for pistols at dawn
even though im not worth the bullet you scratched my name into
even though im not worth the blood, sweat and tears you put into
hunting me down
better bring yr silver bullets because im such an animal
if i told you my insides were neon would rip me open and keep them
even if it killed me?

Thursday, December 22, 2011

this is just a knife in your gut (but with a twist)

im down but not out
forget homesick
im seasick
when you get this please beam me back to my home planet