Tuesday, December 15, 2009
I know these scars will heal
but I pray they never fade
'cause I need a reminder of the mistakes I have made
All my life I've been good at making myself bleed.
I don't really sleep anymore. There's too much on my mind.
He makes me happy and life makes me sad, and sometimes I still can't forgive myself for mistakes I made over a year ago. "Those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it." I've learned more than I can handle. I've learned that the world is prettier when I'm not wearing glasses. I've learned that I'd rather someone leave me than have to live with the knowledge that I left someone else. I've learned who my friends are, and I've learned that the only reason I can't hurt myself anymore is because when I do, it hurts people who love me.
I've learned that I feel self-obsessed when I write things like this, but I need to get it out of my brain somehow.
I spend a lot of time waiting on him.
That's okay by me.
People are stupid, and I am a person too.
I always told myself I'd never stop creating.
My camera broke, I can't take pictures.
My heart broke, I can't write songs.
This isn't art, this is my brain.
'cause I need a reminder of the mistakes I have made
All my life I've been good at making myself bleed.
I don't really sleep anymore. There's too much on my mind.
He makes me happy and life makes me sad, and sometimes I still can't forgive myself for mistakes I made over a year ago. "Those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it." I've learned more than I can handle. I've learned that the world is prettier when I'm not wearing glasses. I've learned that I'd rather someone leave me than have to live with the knowledge that I left someone else. I've learned who my friends are, and I've learned that the only reason I can't hurt myself anymore is because when I do, it hurts people who love me.
I've learned that I feel self-obsessed when I write things like this, but I need to get it out of my brain somehow.
I spend a lot of time waiting on him.
That's okay by me.
People are stupid, and I am a person too.
I always told myself I'd never stop creating.
My camera broke, I can't take pictures.
My heart broke, I can't write songs.
This isn't art, this is my brain.
Yeah, hi.
I'm back from my blogging hiatus.
Because I have my own computer now.
So it's not a pain to deal with anymore.
Life updates:
The boy I used to write love songs about broke up with me.
I have a new boyfriend. I'm not in love with him. But I do like him a lot.
I have a vision for what this blog is going to become. Take three. Let's do this thing.
Because I have my own computer now.
So it's not a pain to deal with anymore.
Life updates:
The boy I used to write love songs about broke up with me.
I have a new boyfriend. I'm not in love with him. But I do like him a lot.
I have a vision for what this blog is going to become. Take three. Let's do this thing.
Monday, June 15, 2009
apache rose peacock?!
My way with words is on it's way to a full recovery. :)
This song is [obviously] still in the works, and I haven't decided if I like it or not.
if I still prayed I'd be thinking of you
if I still thought I'd be praying in your footsteps
in a world of rhyme schemes and chalkboard-numbers
indefinable's not one of a kind
take time to wonder
but please don't mind
fill up my inbox when I'm gone
this gypsy life gets me every time
and you can leave the girl who loves me
back in Carolina, but it's getting stronger
weeks can't get much longer
back and forth and inside-out
but everything's the same
alike, alone, inane
please try a little harder
to comprehend my lingo
I know it's a little out there
but I'll trace it in the snow
and if I slip a love note
into your trench-coat pocket
it's because your on my mind
and I don't know how to show
you everything I mean
when I say I love you too
I'm pinning scrap paper to my walls
in hopes of you
if you have to ask
Blood Sugar Sex Magik by the Red Hot Chili Peppers is an amazing album, and I'd think so no matter how I obtained it. Anyone who likes psychedelic rock, funk, or alternative needs to listen to it. In fact, even if you don't listen to any of those, check it out anyways.
Lately I've been having a horrible case of writer's block.
Symptoms:
inability to write anything even remotely original
inability to rhyme adequately
inability to think up any good melodies or rhythms.
Swine flu?
And of course all of this is accompanied by an intense desire to write. Woohoo!
In other news, there is a receipt hanging on my wall, I want to learn drums so badly that I'm kind of dying, and my uncle gave me a camera!
I love it, and I'm already taking a ton of pictures, but I can't find the stupid unloader thingy... ><
Thursday, June 11, 2009
i'm too creepy for my own good.
I follow blogs of people I don't know.
Go me.
(I figured it was creepier to just stalk them regularly.)
Go me.
(I figured it was creepier to just stalk them regularly.)
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