and cant wait for it to be night time
im turning and learning and yearning for knowledge.
to exercise not only my mind but my body.
i need to run, i need to let it all out.
fall is over, fall over beautiful.
its an imagination, a recreation of ones self image.
im floating in repair.
i am the uninvited.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
some fuckin poetry

What are you doing here?
What do you want?
Is it music?
We can play music.
But you want more.
You want something & someone new.
Am I right?
Of course I am.
You want ecstasy
Desire & dreams.
Things not exactly what they seem.
I lead you this way, he pulls that way.
I'm not singing to an imaginary girl.
I'm talking to you, my self.
Let's recreate the world.
The palace of conception is burning.
A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself
If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
Love cannot save you from your own fate.
People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend.
There are things known and things unknown and in between are the doors.
-jim morrison
nocturnal

need to make something of my life.
got soo much music in my mind.
with cute faces and places
i need to get high.
feel like flying, i cant find myself
in love with love.
slowly im rising like the sun in the earliest of
mornings.
i cant wait to be sleeping in.
maybe i should drug myself so
i cant feel the cold.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
you were the unintended
You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You could be the one I'll always love
You could be the one who listens
To my deepest inquisitions
You could be the one I'll always love
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken
Pieces of the life I had before
First there was the one who challenged
All my dreams and all my balance
She could never be as good as you
You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You should be the one I'll always love
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken
Pieces of the life I had before
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken
Pieces of the life I had before
Before you
Choice to live my life extended
You could be the one I'll always love
You could be the one who listens
To my deepest inquisitions
You could be the one I'll always love
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken
Pieces of the life I had before
First there was the one who challenged
All my dreams and all my balance
She could never be as good as you
You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You should be the one I'll always love
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken
Pieces of the life I had before
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken
Pieces of the life I had before
Before you
from the bed
the bed that i lay all alone in.
not willing to make it work
not trying to make it worse.
i cant try to not feel what i do
when its inside my heart.
the hurt is there, the sadness doesnt subside.
and you stay in your silent place and
think about how its all my fault.
just because you dont do anything
doesnt mean i should be happy.
i feel like i may be awake doing this all night.
silently crying on the side.
i love him with all the fibers in me.
and his eyes are slowly closing.
im drowning.
not willing to make it work
not trying to make it worse.
i cant try to not feel what i do
when its inside my heart.
the hurt is there, the sadness doesnt subside.
and you stay in your silent place and
think about how its all my fault.
just because you dont do anything
doesnt mean i should be happy.
i feel like i may be awake doing this all night.
silently crying on the side.
i love him with all the fibers in me.
and his eyes are slowly closing.
im drowning.
my november
it cant be that wrong.
and im sure we all think about it, and feel it at times.
this thing called love has my heart wondering this time.
its too late to even think about anything period.
i wanna be someones world.
where someone is happy to see me, not annoyed at here i am again.
want to be held like im never gonna be let go.
maybe im just getting sick, and feel even more lonely.
ive been stuck to the couch all day, waiting to even have you kiss my face
or come hold my hand.
i feel all displaced right now
cause i love you so.
i want someone to never get enough of me.
it cant be that wrong...
and im sure we all think about it, and feel it at times.
this thing called love has my heart wondering this time.
its too late to even think about anything period.
i wanna be someones world.
where someone is happy to see me, not annoyed at here i am again.
want to be held like im never gonna be let go.
maybe im just getting sick, and feel even more lonely.
ive been stuck to the couch all day, waiting to even have you kiss my face
or come hold my hand.
i feel all displaced right now
cause i love you so.
i want someone to never get enough of me.
it cant be that wrong...
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
lady luna, find me.
a better place.
a distinct place.
one i only find in the nightime.
i write a lot of periods, because everything is like only one sentence to me
i wanna write, cause i feel like i have a lot of things to say right now
things only come out when they wanna come out, and right now i feel like they are hiding behind something.
but the words are coming out really fast.
how people bask in the sun, is how
i wanna bask in his arms
im addicted to smiling, when i feel like his all.
i like to put myself into my head sometimes id be guilty if i ever said i dont.
its my own secret place inside little me.
a place i drift into and get stuck.
sometimes i feel so found.
i wanna drink fine wine,
and dance underneath the stars
and let inner me out tonight,
im craving some alone time
my mind wants to fly.
first id need a dance partner.
alone flying on a magic carpet ride..
in the stars alone tonight.
a distinct place.
one i only find in the nightime.
i write a lot of periods, because everything is like only one sentence to me
i wanna write, cause i feel like i have a lot of things to say right now
things only come out when they wanna come out, and right now i feel like they are hiding behind something.
but the words are coming out really fast.
how people bask in the sun, is how
i wanna bask in his arms
im addicted to smiling, when i feel like his all.
i like to put myself into my head sometimes id be guilty if i ever said i dont.
its my own secret place inside little me.
a place i drift into and get stuck.
sometimes i feel so found.
i wanna drink fine wine,
and dance underneath the stars
and let inner me out tonight,
im craving some alone time
my mind wants to fly.
first id need a dance partner.
alone flying on a magic carpet ride..
in the stars alone tonight.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
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