Pass it On

...Cause no dream is to big...

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Run

The blood runs down your finger

but you don’t ask for help

because if anybody wonders, 

you can’t lie…

you did it to yourself.

Tiny slashes where no on noticed

disguised as paper cuts

red roses tend to linger

but the wound still closes shut.

Eyes clouded into submission

cast in a fog like trance,

and you don’t care cause your not there

to give the pain a chance

because if you can’t feel

well… then I guess it isn’t real…

Filed under blood poetry sad feeling paper cuts red run literature read psycological

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BIT #1

I feel like there’s something inside me that’s trying to tell me something that’s incredibly important, but I refuse to listen, as if I was wearing earphones and listening to heavy metal at the highest setting.  It’s really annoying because it sounds so fucking cliche, but it’s true. There’s a part of me missing, a hole that I wasn’t even aware of until this morning when I analyzed this peculiar sensation.  At first I thought it was possible that it could be boredom, that I was creating a situation in my head that didn’t really exist in real life.  I guess not, cause even when my mind drifts, like it’s about to do right now, I can still feel it wriggling inside me.  

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He Is Not A Christian Boy

The devil who loved me

and the angels that bring me luck

saving my blacked out soul

like the boy who taught me never to

believe in you

did you think it would be that easy?

that i’d jump into your arms

but I tried to forgive your indiscretions

but it’s not that easy with you anymore

where did the time go? the happy moments

we shared, and I gave out your business card

to the devil himself, and he’ll be knocking on your door

he did me a favor cause I can’t forgive you anymore

like the angels who bring me luck

like your face in my window

but I don’t give a fuck!

Did you think it would be that easy

that I’d jump into your arms

and I tried to forget your indiscretions

but it’s not that easy with you anymore. 

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It’s…

It’s 4/20 tomorrow and I am so thankful I don’t have a facebook anymore to listen to how much pot everyone will be smoking, I get it, I have no life and when I do, it’s half life… just like Voldemort in “The Sorcerers Stone” …. only… without the purple turban…  :)

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