i've been drowning in the water
trying to find my father
what happen to my powers
this time i'm too late
these lyrics we wrote together
will never be put to our music
for i was too late to realize
too late to understand how much
you've meant to me
the person in my dreams
standing across the street
was you the whole time
when my heart would swell
out of times so rare
it was only you
and i was far too late
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 9:45 AM UTC
I've made you happy
And I've made you sad
But I don't know which one
To be sorry for.
*you wrote your feelings all over me with a blue pen
and i remember all of it*
sorry about everything
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 12:05 AM UTC
"I love you even "I love you even
when I think when you think
about death." about death"
-JG -BB
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 1:55 PM UTC
painting red across my wrist
and all i wanted was a better view
"wake up" it says "let's go get high"
my cheeks flushed hot red
damped by my fears
bored because i'm dumb
it calls me a queer
my mind although
is a riot that you watch
from your tv
pupils dilated
doll parts scattered
bless my body
bless my soul
wrap it up in
turpentine
you're so *******
fabulous babydoll
you fit right
******* in
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
Of such excellence, grandeur, or beauty as to inspire great admiration or awe
"ranging from the sublime to the ridiculous".
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC
I'm under the water
Facing up at the sky
I see the rushes of water
Above my eyes
Hands are reaching
Making the water
Uneasy
Which makes
The sky look broken
Everything is in slow
Motion when you're
Drowning as Simon's
voice plays sweetly along
With Garfunkel's
And those hands are
Vigorously reaching out
To me
I just want to sink
Deep
Deep
Deep
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 10:28 AM UTC
So soft and plump
I want to throw up
Cobwebs clinging
To my skin
Glowing and fading
So delicate and
Locked up
Holes and spirals
Of where bugs have
Made their nests
My chest blooms
Blossoms
And my heart
Swells with
evanescence
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 9:48 PM UTC
You, my personal jesus.
Something I can't possibly believe in.
But you, I know you're it
as I reach out to touch your taste.
Touch my faith.
Make me a believer.
Teach me your ways.
You, my personal jesus.
You, reaching out to touch the insides
of my legs.
You're my own.
Reach out and touch me.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 9:29 AM UTC
I will wrap up my scars in a bouquet I left a jar at your window
lay them gently on your door step filled with sighs and cigarette butts
ring your doorbell so you could get high in the morning
and runaway off of my sleepless nights of
boredom and sadness
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 10:09 AM UTC
I reach into my pocket, and pull out some Autumn leaves.
They're damped red, brown, yellow, and some green.
They smell like musky air after rain.
I reach into the ocean and pull out some seashells.
One looked like it had a heart in-graved,
and the other had a face.
I almost got hit by a car that day, but I
think they must be lucky.
I reach into my past, and I pull out my heart.
I put it in my pocket along with the musky leaves,
and the shells from the sea,
because all I do is
reach and reach and reach.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 9:48 AM UTC