Thursday, February 19, 2009
Don't have any dreams, don't have any plans. A coma might feel better than this, Attempting to discover where to begin. There must be somewhere that cigarettes burn through the night And the leaves...
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If you wanna walk away, just do so softly. I’m dying to know... Do you like dreaming of things so impossible? Or only the practical? Or ever the wild? and we come to this place like two convicts that...
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We don't own this place, though we act as if we did, It's a loan from the children of our children's kids. I want your silent parts The parts the birds love I know there's such a place "You're growing...
View ArticleSunday, April 19, 2009
Why tear out the pages, when you can throw away the book? Why pluck one string, when you can strum the guitar? He laid emeralds in her eyes, But I already tried, a bracelet made of gold And a scarlet...
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What matters most is how well you walk through the fire. They leave you alone, looking at the walls; you chain-smoke cigarettes and pour whiskey into your shredded gut, you know the feeling and the...
View ArticleSaturday, August 08, 2009
All the traffic lights blur into a bright bouquet. "I can tell by the way he's edging closer that he wants to take my hand. I've always drawn the line on that. Kissing in public is one thing. It means...
View ArticleTuesday, August 11, 2009
Life is one big question when you're staring at the clock Told me you love me, that I’d never die alone hand over your heart, let's go home everyone noticed, everyone has seen the signs I’ve always...
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I always fall in love with an open door, with a horizon on an endless sea.I walk awhile before I sleep, count the secrets that I keep. I hope for more, I know for sure I fall apart before I weep. I...
View ArticleMonday, October 19, 2009
People who talk about their dreams are actually trying to tell you things about themselves they’d never admit in normal conversation. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace...
View ArticleSunday, October 25, 2009
EMILY DICKINSONI hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven. If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell...
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