Saturday, April 21, 2012

Take my hand and lets go

beauty sets on the sun
age passes by
it's the small things
that are forgotten with time
but end up meaning the most
closing eyes remember yesterday
to never look upon tomorrow
 they meet death in a dance
a partner for eternity
death has a meaning
and so does life
they go hand in hand
creating sorrow and joy
cutting in to one another
taking different partners
maybe life and death
 are lovers that can never be
and we are caught in the crossfire
just casualties of a war
that never ends


Somebody Inspire Me

I die before I wake
everyday
I'm lost
the past does not hold the answers I'm looking for
Who I am
is not who I expected to be


Sunday, March 4, 2012

I need...

I need him to tell me I'm beautiful on a daily basis
I need her to tell me she loves me still
bc I don't understand why I can't come home
I need you to tell me that you love me

Friday, January 20, 2012

Things I can't put on twitter

I can't find my damn lighter
I really wanna makeout with my bullshitter
I miss kissing more than fucking

I'm a Storm Warning

I almost left but I couldn't find a perfect shell like the ones daddy used to
I even prayed....
but for now the sea and I weren't meant to be
       don't make me regret my choice

Thursday, January 12, 2012

I'll be hauled off in high heels and handcuffs

If this fails
you'll find me on the beach
my heart can't take another break
this one will jade me beyond reach
a warning
to all those
don't try to save me
crazy men make crazy women
and I'm in the running
remember this always
I know better than this
but my heart just stays
so when he breaks it this time
all the prozac in the world can't save me
just let me be
hell bent on self destruction
and heartbreak

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Stanzas for Music 1815 Lord Byron

They say that hope is Happiness,
  but genuine Love must prize the past
And Memory wakes the thoughts that bless;
 They rose the first they set the last;

And all that Memory loves the most
 was once our only Hope to be
And all that Hope adored and lost
 hath melted into Memory

Alas!it is delusion all:
 the future cheats us from afar,
Nor can be waht we recall,
 nor dare we think on what we are.