the sound of your voice
reminds me of an ice cube
cracking against water's touch
maybe it's because
your soul is frozen
and your words are cold

when people ask my favorite color i say yellow because it's easier to say that than to try and explain that my favorite color is the soft gradient of pale yellow into bluish purple that you can only really see at 5am in the summer

I will not bleed but internally
A song that seeps into me
Celebration of misery, I will not leave
Day by day, like wild grasses, like a downpour
Wind-woven, my rooted free spirit, my primal
Lover, I owe you a favor
A cleft in our head instead of our chest
I'll forgive, let you mend, just
Stay close to me and I'll stay
I'll stay close, I'll stay

its difficult
the crash
the seemingly endless skid
skin tearing
blood smearing the pavement
the shrieking of tires
burnt rubber
we stand up
weary
shaking
only to strap into the seat again
its difficult
the low
the drop after the high
the empty nauseous feeling
needing one more hit
one more drag
and ive been knocked down
and dragged out
so many
many times
and i keep begging
begging to get back
in the ring
put my gloves on
come out swinging
and i swear
if you crash this car again
because youre high
off of some fight we had
ill leave this belt unbuckled
i wont be walking away
from this wreck again

[holyoak]

For the very first time
She smiled to the world
After decades of winters
She saw the sun
And she smiled
She smiled
Finally

listen, you were never gentle or caring, you were a ******* whirlwind of ******* and false feelings, you killed pieces of me that I was too naïve to even understand, what a tragedy right?, I viewed you as a god.. but in reality you were only a guy who was trying just as hard as I was trying to keep breathing, you were full of big words and enchanting theories of why we're even here on this earth, but I was blind to the fact that you were hurt. God, when I finally stopped viewing you on a **** pedestal everything became clearer, boy it was so blurry until someone turned on the lights, idealizing people is not healthy.. you were not healthy. But I tasted ***** today and it tasted like you, not because it made me warm and fuzzy or made me feel new but because it tasted sweet at first and then burned my throat, and left me needing an antidote, looks like we're both unhealthy, also I remember when the first time we talked everything went quiet, it was like having earplugs in but all I could hear was you, everything went away for a second. Is that love? If that is, why did I wake up choking on the air you couldn't give me? Love is so strong in the end you die from it?

It's so simple; nothing on this god forsaken bouncy ball can save us, except for those who make us believe we're breathing

I was thinking today about my struggles and realized that grades don't define who you are at all, yeah they might boost your future but in the long run they don't do ****, we're only put in school for the systems sake, from long restless nights of homework to studying in class with obnoxious teenagers, school is a way for the government to keep track of all these broken souls trying to get by, they want to know what we learn by taking tests? What's the point if we can't regurgitate what we learn on a test? You're all a sudden worthless? **** that.. take a deep breath, we're not here for an outstanding GPA.. they just "want to know what we've learned" so let them have it and let yourself be done.