July 2012
1 post
Part 4.
E JOHN~!!!E@E!@
April 2012
9 posts
LET ME JUST GRADUATE ALREADY
FACK WORK
twalls24:
i don’t know why, but today i felt good about how i look….
And Still
There’s a cold wind blowing (ever so lightly),
beating at my window’s pain, breaking-
bitter, beat and still.
Windows smeared with widow’s fear,
doorways drenched with nothing near.
Still, bitter, beat and still.
I'd walk there, but my feet are worn -
Rotten, wet and tired.
Keeping company with destruction just to...
"I didn't know you'd be around.
They want you. Or they don’t.
Say yes.”
If only.
Saws*
Ripping at bone,
tearing at marrow- for fun,
But laughing is a joke when you’re hurt.
HA HA HA
If only time could bend like light
January 2012
1 post
Skinny Love Explained
December 2011
1 post
November 2011
4 posts
HAPPPY BIRTHDAY BABE!
I LOVEYOU YA OLD DINGUS!
The Presidents
Good thinkin, Lincoln
Dunno, Monroe
Chaxin, Jackson
That’s embarrassin, Harrison
No joke, Polk
Chill whore, Fillmore
Lookin fierce, Pierce
YOU RANNIN, BUCHANAN!
BIKER, TYLER!
OKAYZ, Hayes
It’s just a phase, Hayes
Happy days, Hayes
Climb a tower, Eisenhower
No licksin, Nixon
Cut the chord, Ford
Gettin smarter, Carter
No drama, Obama
Shush, Bush
Rin tin tin, Clinton
Get at ‘im, Adams
Def your monz,...
Another Day
Another something, dead.
Heed me young fire,
dear, calm your scorch,
I want some say in your destruction.
I want death to breathe as slowly,
as you may burn.
But, is what I want, what I deserve?
I’ll let the smoke decide on that.
October 2011
3 posts
This is the Story of a Girl...: Rest in Peace... →
stefannypack27:
I feel like this should teach us all a lesson: money cannot buy us eternity. This man who had billions of dollars at his dispense has died at an alarmingly young age. People put all this focus onto money and how important it is, and yet I bet if Steve had the choice he would give up all of his…
September 2011
1 post
August 2011
24 posts
10 days!
coldesthumanever:
AHHH!
4 tags
But Ron was staring at Hermione as though suddenly...
2 tags
New lyrics (Song soon)
We sat there quiet on the floor,
you looked up, our eyes met,
sending shivers down my spine.
. I pulled you closer from the door
A moment, thats frozen,
holding hands and drinking wine.
. You laid your head upon my chest,
I noticed my heart beat,
a different rhythm from the rest.
. You said you loved me on your bed,
you meant it , i know it,
by the way your cheeks turned red.
Bon Iver at Prospect Park- August 10th, 2011
Bon Iver Setlist: Perth Minnesota, WI Towers MIchicant Creature Fear Beach Baby Hinnom, TX Wash. Blood Bank Holocene re: stacks Flume Calgary Beth/Rest
Encore 1: Skinny Love Who Is It (Bjork Cover) The Wolves (Act I and II)
Encore 2: For Emma
I am the happiest.
So.. I created a secret tumblr...
#bandwagon
I love you too
LOL JK
“Cold turkey has got me on the run”
– John Lennon
3 tags
When you miss someone-everything aches.
3 tags
Two For One
Hang around for me,
Just a little longer,
And please go slowly.
But don’t.
.
I’m afraid of what might lie,
When you’ve gone.
I’m of afraid of who I’ll be,
When you’ve gone.
_______________________________________
Forever shame whisk away,
The forgotten blame of yesterday.
Until the raindrops’ fall delays,
There will never be another day.
.
...
3 tags
Untitled Again
You eat meat,
While I devour sugar-
So sweet its illegal to eat,
Twelve feet from the hovering heaps.
But I’ll eat and die before anyone stops me.
For a treat that sweet doesn’t come easily.
For a sweet that treats so tenderly,
Sweeps feet from the towering, happily.
2 tags
A Drunk Confession
True lies,
lie like alibis,
untried like house flies,
floating like they own the house.
But what do you do,
when all there is,
is you spinning,
jumping like a new,
something you don’t know.
You run- you hide,
till nothing’s right,
and you’re running back,
for light to light up what is right.
To stop the contrived from stopping light,
from righting the wrong from the...
6 tags
Fix me.
Untighten my screws.
Take me apart and leave me apart.
Examine my insides with care and with heart.
Find the true source of the far hidden sorrow,
And pluck it all out, memory by memory,
Until all that is left is you.
I don't need anything but - you.
5 tags
Untitled 4-?
Trickle down my leg sweet sweat of mine.
Pick up all the dirt that you may find,
Broken days of sorrow and buried lies,
Swallowed up whole by blood and lye.
.
Fall upon the floor sweet wretch of mine,
Crawl into the ground, deep down and wind,
Left and right, to confuse my mind,
So impossibly complex for me to find.
.
“But the fire is surely out!”
The Boy did shout,
Yes,...
Sometimes saying I'm sorry just isn't enough....
I think it's time to say goodbye to saying herro.
There are moments where apathy clearly outweighs...
This is not one of those moments.
Swallowed up tongues ache more than copper plated...
I'm tired, but I want to read Harry Potter. FUCK.
I hope Pam and Jim break up.
July 2011
14 posts
Skinned then sold
What nice fur that you wear,
what nice scent that you share!
But do you know where,
that hare that you spare,
was battered and scared,
and skinned without care?
Or maybe you wear,
some other soft ware?
But what hair do you bare?
A blood covered mare?
or downtrodden bear?
.
(Open your eyes,
your ignorant slut.)
.
Skinned then sold,
left dead with dirt and leaves.
With less love...
Untitled 3
A hospice is a home, where the cemetery grows
from the sedimentary stone stripped bare and quite old,
Struck thick and quick until the blood starts to flow,
until all that is known is nothing.
.
But harvest we may, from dusk until dawn,
like something you read when you were but young.
Still quiet you lay, asleep and awake.
Buried deep and alone amongst the sedimentary lake.
"Help!"
Says the brother to the mother that is crying!
“Don’t!”
Says the father to the brother that is trying!
“Stop!”
Says the mother to the father that is lying!
“Rape!”
Says the girl to the mirror.
A reflection of a sister too dead and gone to save.
Untitled 2
Hollowed out trees illuminate thee.
Far more brightly than swallowed up bees.
Far more tightly than borrowed night flees,
From a dog that’s dieing slowly.
Yet still-
We,
indulge readily in the busy bee,
bath quickly among the pestering flees,
looking for something that might jump out at we,
but nothing is there but an itch and a sting.
There's nothing simple about-
Silicone fields of valor and dust.
Synthetic moments with someone you trust.
And the car just won’t start,
and your down on your luck.
Until ready you are,
on lust you combust.
And stop for a moment,
for stopping you must.
Wishing for something as simple as-
valor and dust.
From silicone fields of Cowards and Young.
Untitled
Face me like you once stood tall,
cowering over the dead dolls.
Talk like you once spoke loud,
hallowed and trite.
But still, inches turn into feet,
and feet into eternity.
Forgetting whether its nobler to fall,
or remain dead, alive.
I choose height.
