#mixtape
Just a perfect day, drink Sangria in the park
And then later, when it gets dark, we go home
Just a perfect day, feed animals in the zoo
Then later, a movie too and then home
Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on
Just a perfect day, problems all left alone
Weekenders on our own, it's such fun
Just a perfect day, you made me forget myself
I thought I was someone else, someone good
Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You're going to reap just what you sow
Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC
We were tight, but it falls apart as silver turns to blue
Waxing with a candlelight, and burning just for you
Allocate your sentiment, and stick it in a box
I've never been an extrovert, but I'm still breathing
Someone tried to do me ache
Someone tried to do me ache
Someone tried to do me ache (it's what I'm afraid of)
Someone tried to do me ache (it's what I'm afraid of)
With hindsight, I was more than blind, lost without a clue
Thought I was getting carat gold, and what I got was you
Stuck inside the circumstances, lonely at the top
I've always been an introvert
Happily bleeding
Someone tried to do me ache
Someone tried to do me ache
Someone tried to do me ache (it's what I'm afraid of)
Someone tried to do me ache (it's what I'm afraid of)
4, 7, 2, 3, 9, 8, 5, I gotta breathe to stay alive
And 1, 4, 2, 9, 7, 8, feels like I'm gonna suffocate
14, 16, 22, this skin that turns to blister blue
Shoulders toes and knees, I'm 36 degrees
Shoulders toes and knees, I'm 36 degrees
Shoulder toes and knees, I'm 36 degrees
Shoulders toes and knees, 36 degrees
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 2:27 PM UTC
I
Stacked green crates by the futon,
records sealed as buried letters,
each sleeve longing
to be drawn out into daylight
by her small, thoughtful hands.
I just want to play that Nick Cave again
teenager’s resolve in her voice,
she drops the needle on "Tupelo",
traces Peter Murphy with her thumb,
holds Kate Bush to the light
like stained glass.
She laughs
at the ****** box on the speaker.
I tell her it’s never going to happen.
She grins, unbothered,
says she only came for the vinyl.
I watch her tilt each sleeve,
never touching the grooves,
brush the dust,
lay the needle like a secret,
slide the disc back without a wrinkle.
Each time I’m surprised
by her precision.
It’s the third time
she’s dropped by.
She makes mixtapes.
Pressing pause,
pressing record,
stitching songs
into a spine of hiss.
Once, to me, or to herself,
she said her father wanted a tape.
She’d mail it when
he had somewhere to send it.
She follows me across the bridge,
talking about her brother,
an ex-best friend,
mimicking her professor,
how he wags his tongue
when he writes on the chalkboard.
I haul a duffel:
apron, uniform, boots heavy with grease.
She skips in the rain,
strumming cables, humming
the last song played, still in the air.
II
I unlock the door,
steeped in garlic and kitchen sweat,
boots leaving grime on the boards.
She isn’t there-
only the crates, stacked neater,
jackets squared, spines aligned,
as if her care was meant for me.
The room settles with her absence,
yet holds me upright
in its small, thoughtful hands.
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 8:11 PM UTC
Sip on joy the purest drink
Move to make
Thought to think
They can feel us from afar
Avenues and boulevards
White collar cannibal
Whatcha gonna do
Everyone's a tendon
So who you gonna chew
I will not equivocate
If that's so let's celebrate
Shamefully shame's claim on me
Led my life with infamy
But I don't call it
I don't solve it
I dissolve it
Famously
I've been so politely at the bottom
Pull it tight boot strap
Strap it on and top 'em
I've been so politely at the bottom
Pull it tight boot strap
Strap it on and top 'em
In the past
I was patient
Now I'm so tired
Fa fa fa feverish few I will not drop it
Power cowards never stop it
I have nurtured
You corrupted
I am erupting
Don't interrupt it
Careful I'm an animal
Trap trap trap
First of the secondary class class class
You know I don't trust you what's the catch catch catch
Don't you ******* touch me I will *gnash gnash ****
'Cause I am an old phenomenon
And I am an old phenomenon
Show them we believe
See the unforeseen
Sharpen canine teeth
Get those ringside seats
When the scorched of the earth
Come back by sea
Sip on joy the purest drink
Move to make
Thought to think
They can feel us from afar
Avenues and boulevards
I've been so politely at the bottom
Pull it tight boot strap
Strap it on and top 'em
I've been so politely at the bottom (in the past)
Pull it tight boot strap (I was peaceful)
Strap it on and top 'em
I've been so politely at the
I've been so politely at the (I'm a creature)
I've been so politely at the *(I'm a feature)
I've been so politely at the (and I am on fire)
But I am an old phenomenon
But I am an old phenomenon
But I am an old phenomenon
But I am an old phenomenon
Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 2:50 AM UTC
I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what it's like to be new
'Cause in my head there's a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
Where they're far more suited than here
I cannot guess what we'll discover
When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another's
And not one speck will remain
I do believe it's true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes, I hold you near
'Cause you're the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body
And I do believe it's true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes, I hold you near
'Cause you're the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 3:30 AM UTC
I wanted to write about walking away
the two of us, fading away from each others view
I'd decorate it in poetry as if it were anything more than another premature ending
but all I'm left with is shrines in the form of mixtapes
and days spent wondering what it would feel like if I was still in the backseat of your car
instead of sitting upright in the passenger side of his
he says he likes the song I'm playing
but I think he'd hate it if he knew it's just another epitaph for the nights I spent with you
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 8:22 PM UTC
Those silly songs;
so sad but true
With lost feelings
of me and you
I played it on
with the tape's side A
Felt like blossoms of dawn
and flowers of May
I flipped the tape
Found side B's empty
The same thing I get
Every time you look at me
"You'll get over this."
You once confided
That's what our love is;
Too one-sided
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 2:21 AM UTC
Each song is a chapter
Every chapter is a memory
A night to remember
A dance to forget
A moment in eternity
A playlist, carefully scripted
Like a poem, each line definitive
Each line a story of its own
A waterfall of emotion
A time machine sending you back
From the future
To a happier place
A bittersweet romance
Or painful regret
The bass is a hammer to your heart
The intro, like ****** to your veins
The drums a master puppeteer
Pull you from the still
And force you to move like the rains depend on it.
One song turns you ten years old
Running carelessly through the cold
Another takes me to her driveway
As we said our last tearful goodbyes
This one reminds me of the great I’ve done
The pain and mistakes I’ve overcome
A chapter that strips me of my clothes
When we use to dance each night
And morning after
Start one up, and it smells like a sweaty dance floor
A rocking boat and a thousand lights
On the edge of young and responsibility
Young and fearless, free to be free
Another song reminds me to be strong in dark times
To remember where my heart is if I need to cry
To find solace in good times
Inspiration in bad times
To let the Sun rise in the dead of night
Each song saved my life
Each song broke my heart
Campfires to slow dances
Epic workouts and romances
The mixtape of my life is a collection
Of golden trading cards to me
A flick of the wrist and they come alive
And free me from the lonely nights
They all warm my heart
They all chill my bones
And if I can’t find my headphones,
I’ll sing them loud and out of tune
The courage they give
Is worth the embarrassment
So set me free, mixtape memories
If I had it my way,
Each song would play forever
And forever I’d be free
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 4:45 PM UTC
I set myself on fire
But I couldn’t take the heat
Yet there’s no water around me
So here I am
Burning
I can’t call for help
For the fire’s convinced me that this is normal
And this is what I deserve
People used to burn witches
So I must be wicked
Because fire can burn other people
And how dare I hurt anyone
Besides myself
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 9:16 PM UTC
I
I found you, Charlie
you were in your bathtub
your eyes that once held the stars were empty
they were lifelessly staring at the ceiling
the red that once coated your lips seeped into the water that engulfed you
my body met the floor
my fingers met your skin
your wrists
you’re bleeding, Charlie
I was shaking
I was shaking you
you were dripping
when I carried you
red
red
red
so much red
you’re cold
I cant feel you
your heart was still
you weren’t breathing
I was breathing for you, Charlie
so hard
hoping you would do the same
I brought you out of the house
Charlie, look at the stars
you loved stars
can you see them?
I had to put you in the car
I gripped the wheel so hard
my knuckles were as pale as your skin
you’re going to be okay
we’re almost there, Charlie
I played that mixtape of yours
I waited for your voice
I waited for you to tell me to turn the volume up
just like you always did
I waited
and waited
silence
( part one )
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 6:20 AM UTC
And I know you didn't do this for me, but it's the fact you made it seem like you cared
I know you didn't do it for me, but it gives me hope that something is there
I believe in the Buddha and communism, I love listening to classic Cher
Believe me when I say I'm looking for someone who's gonna care
-E (c) 2017
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 1:46 AM UTC
Our playlist is
the best love songs
that helped voice words
we needed spoken.
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 4:34 AM UTC
*my organs in a snapshot
//*
i might rip my lungs out because you’ve become my every
breath, and i can hardly deal with ache in my chest. is it love?
everyone can tell that i am different. everyone can tell that i’m
glowing and maybe it’s because of you, maybe it’s because the
two of us make something like starlight. you are the very
creation of every single constellation, you are my inspiration,
my oxygen, the very consolidation of truth.
you rip my heart out and bring it back moments later. it’s laced
with fairie lights and twinkles, and somehow it’s still whole.
you are the only person that has not torn it apart.
god, babe. no one i’ve met has made me want to sing the way
you make me want to sing. i’m resting my head against your
chest as we dance to our favourite mixtape. slow and sweet,
like maple syrup. it’s been almost three weeks and i know
exactly what this means. the butterflies in my stomach turn into
fireflies and they love you.
and now you’re thinking,
*baby, you’re golden,
baby, i’m holding
on to you.
baby you’re golden,
baby i’m holding
on.
baby, you’re golden
baby, you are,
you are,
you are...*
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC
unstill life with a peach pit.
//
i paint you in every colour before you leave my field of vision.
i spit out words i don’t understand like i love you, i need you.
you dance with me in my bedroom, spin me around until i’m blue
in the face, you say you love my glow in the dark, i say but you
shine brighter.
maybe we could sip on the cyanide in our peach pit smoothies
while i carefully contemplate? i don’t quite understand this but i dream
anyway because there’s nothing better than our flashlights.
i’ll make you a thousand mixtapes and we can dance to modern
day synth pop and we’ll feel like we’re in the eighties. i’m a nineties
baby i just made it there. syncopated words, and clever cacophony
spill out of my mouth, you’ve got my lip gloss on the corner of yours.
stay careful, i don’t know what any of this will mean in two weeks.
but, we’ll go out singing,
*baby, we’re golden,
baby, i’m holding
on to you.
baby we’re golden,
baby i’m holding
on.
baby, we’re golden
baby, we are,
we are,
we are...*
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 9:45 PM UTC
She say baby hurry over
so I tell her okie doke
She got fiya and dank earthy buds
I call that oakey dope
Smoke and chillin netflix playin
Hoping I can hokey poke
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC
I've got the world's best kept secret
locked in 2 AM screenshots--
her late night musings over a crusty joint, a crushed pill,
or some ***** cigarettes.
She sends me her thoughts,
fears,
anxieties,
insecurities--
at her most vulnerable,
absolutely the most beautiful.
Her anguish stressed in the digital scroll
(though she doesn't like Kerouac, I let her borrow my copy),
her stained fingers mashing all their hurt and nicotine
into the keyboard--
and her pen aches and her paper stains
with the unrequited love she empathizes with
in the somber pop punk songs that explode from the stereo
she sings loudly on cold and lonely night drives
(I shiver in her passenger seat).
And she made for me the greatest of mixtapes,
her holy scrawl expounding upon a dull grey donut-shaped
slowly fading form of intimacy,
a blank CD--
"This mix is a good time"
and when I jammed it into my car stereo I was illuminated.
She is so cool, she is so punk,
and in her clandestine drugstore car charger thefts,
broken poems,
impalpable aesthetic,
impeccable music taste,
illuminated or even further obfuscated drug trips--
I have the world's best kept secret,
and more than anything, I wish to share it with you--
so she can make someone another mixtape.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC
I throw this *****
like a tantrum
He say my name
like a mantra
Slappin clappin ***
like a hand drum
Had him so thirsty ask him
"Don't you want a fanta?"
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC
my heart goes boom,
along with the,
beat of the stereo,
loud and alive.
the sound of my heart,
boom, clap-- it goes.
it makes me smile,
for this time.
then it goes on--
subconsciously humming
to the tune,
of your heartbeart.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 4:22 AM UTC
I throw
the *****
like a tantrum
He say my
name like
a mantra
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 6:43 PM UTC
**** so small
that **** look like some *****
****** ******
one, two, three
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
All Again For You- We The Kings
You were everything that's bad for me
Pheromone Cvlt - Letlive.
All the boys will grow up to be those broken men
Follow You- Bring Me the Horizon
So you can drag me through Hell if it meant I could hold your hand
Boston- Moose Blood
Bored with nothing to do, but lay around listening to Deja Entendu thinking about you..
Come Home - Tonight Alive
Laying under the light of the full moon and I would give anything to be there with you.
Drown - Bring Me the Horizon
What doesn't destroy you, leaves you broken instead
All Along The Watchtower - Jimi Hendrix
But you and I we've been through that and this is not our fate
Dreamers Disease- Letlive.
While I’m out here making history, you’re making love
True Friends - Bring Me the Horizon
Karma has no deadline
Better Off This Way - A Day to Remember
When will you act your age
The Divine Zero - Pierce The Veil
Maybe I can swim into your thoughts like your drugs do
The Other Side - Tonight Alive
I meant it every time I said I love you; And there are so many things I wanted to say, but I was a mess.
Lane Boy - TwentyOnePilots
I know a thing or two about pain and darkness; Who would you live and die for on that list
The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot-Brand New
You say you wanted a solution; you just wanted to be missed
Your Guardian Angel- Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
How this world turns cold and breaks through my soul
Cardiology- Good Charlotte
No book that I can find has the answer, a medicine can't cure the fact that I'm still yours
All My Heart- Sleeping With Sirens
I could have been better and stronger for you and me
Vanilla Twilight - Owl City
Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone; Oh if my voice could reach back through the past
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
The blurred lines in my mind
have my thoughts playing on rewind,
like an old school mixtape
it took me forever to find
and all the songs play on shuffle,
each one a memory from a different day,
remembering the hussle
and all the things I couldn't say,
but I got every little part
of every tune
memorized to heart
and when I play them on repeat
from the start
I get lost in the tracks, fumbling,
checking out this road map
with no streets,
just valleys and hills
and when the beat gets faster,
I can feel the thrill
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 10:36 AM UTC
I pluck her *******
like a bouquet
Tie that *** up,
call me Christian Grey
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 2:44 PM UTC
Flow so hot,
I got Satan sweatin
I got ****** more strung up
than a cotton gin
Candy flippin, cross faded-
chase it down with gin
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC