Saturday, 27 December 2008

i know that

i never gave up.

that what i always tell myself. and sometimes i even believe it. deep down i know that im wrong. obviously.
i cannot escape from myself, no matter how hard i try.
my shadow is always following me around for some strange reason
i cant seem to stop it
i need to shut off this mind before it gets too much
i always have a problem with myself
my head.

im waiting for you
when will you arrive?
tick tock
tick tock

Thursday, 11 December 2008

the thing that gets me

is that you feel the need to lie to us.
though obviously, i'm being quite oxymoronic.
which i'm not even bloody sorry for.

i'm trying not to get angry every time i see you, and that's hard.
it's so hard to believe anything you say.
and i'm against everything you have done this week.
stupid girl


lesson one for you;
you set yourself your own standards, so when men people treat you like crap, it your own fault.
not ours. dont come crying to us because i for one, have no sympathy.
he. you. everyone - deserves more
and so do i. you insulted my intelligence that day and you know i wouldnt do that to you.
i want the awkward stage to be over, but if you dont buck your stupid damn ideas up then it will never be.

i'm disappointed in both of you
(and i sound like my mother. lord)

Tuesday, 2 December 2008

beep.

sometimes i think you only think about yourself.
i get headaches daily - not just because of you, but sometimes.
your voice comes in and out of my ears like a fly flying by them and then going away.
i dont want you to go away
but the buzz hurts sometimes.

broadway smoke shop vs. tea leaf dreams


i dont know why but every time i form a sentence it has the word 'but' in it.
butbutbut
its like - fuck off.
my mind is messed right now. i have nothing poeticslashimportant to say.

Monday, 24 November 2008

shattered

i can feel the bags appearing under my eyes.
im feeling constantly drowsy
drowsy usually means my temper get frayed.

Monday, 17 November 2008

i dont know

"you don't have to have a reason to live to stay alive."

i dont think thats true you know? i think that you need a reason to wake up in the morning, to get dressed, go to school/work/other.
i need to have a reason - maybe thats why its so hard to comprehend that some people can live without one.

the air in my lungs isnt enough for me to feel whole anymore. my chest cant contract to make enoughr oom for my lungs which need to be filled.
in
out
in
out
its not that easy.
My heart is not broken. there was never anyone to break it. not in that sense anyway.
your words hurt me every second of the day, you know that?

I was reading this blog which i visit sometimes - its a nice read. some other people have problems but can push it aside to make room for the important things like respect for others and stuff (this is me rambling)

"i'm a sucker for true stories, i like fact over fiction. i think to me it somehow has a bigger impact when it's actually happened instead of somebody thinking it up. there's a book i read a few weeks ago that was a true crime story. this couple named the copelands hired homeless people from a nearby mission to tend their farms. not to mention open bank accounts and write bad checks to buy cattle with. back then, nobody really did bad check scans or had a way to ask a bank if there was really $35,000 in this account, they took each other's word. afterwards, ray copeland would then would kill the homeless men with a single shot through the back of the head. the longest they got to live was til the next cattle sell or til the checks came in the mail. ray copeland had no remorse about what he was doing and couldn't care less because it was like he almost felt he was doing the homeless a favor. one painless quick shot to the back of the head instead of making it day by day asking for change and hoping to catch a lucky break. actually, the truth is from what i can tell, ray didn't care about anyone but himself. not even his wife and children. ray, after years of writing bad checks himself and taking the blame, thought he finally had a flawless plan to fuck the system. luckily, one wise homeless guy caught onto the loopholes in the story, and got away. he immediately told authorities, who at first had trouble finding bodies and any proof of what they were told- but soon after did. now the couple is/was on death row. oldest couple to ever make it on there."

I agree that fact is nice to read, but i like to let my mind travel over the things i have never had.

have a nice night. stay safe. find a reason to live.
you are still on this earth. you probably have a home, have meals on the table at night. keep that in mind.

Tuesday, 4 November 2008

.

dear you,

i'm sorry
i take it back
i still hate you for it
but i'll ignore it
because it's you who said it
no one else.

.

dear you,

fuck off.
seriously.