Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
laugh before you grin.
you used to feel the pulse,
not just the end result.
there's so little time,
but all good soldiers crawl on their bellies.
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not just the end result.
there's so little time,
but all good soldiers crawl on their bellies.
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Thursday, September 18, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
kokoda trail.
i’ll go under for a while.
i’ll sink under with a smile.
stuck in the waves.
drifting down the coast for you tonight.
swaying in and out with the tide.
tonight, let the ocean take me under.
i’ll sink under with a smile.
stuck in the waves.
drifting down the coast for you tonight.
swaying in and out with the tide.
tonight, let the ocean take me under.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
derailed wreck.
the suns coming up just as i'm coming down.
just cause i'm down, doesn't mean i have to stay there.
this fucking town is like a ship gone underwater,
i'll drown unless i cut ties to the anchor.
i guess that i'm a hypochondriac, cause i'm always sick.
at least i think i am.
i wish the tylenol would kick in, cause i'm so sick of feeling the same.
i know that everything is going to be okay.
all i need is kerouac and a glass of sweet tea,
or burritos and new found glory.
i'm just trying to get through the week.
hey, do you think that you could loan me ten bucks
so that i could buy the new season of scrubs?
i'm short on cash this week and i'd pay you back on thursday.
i've got these friends that hate their fucking lives.
i guess that's what inactivity does to the mind.
so, I stay busy day and night. i don't have time to complain.
just cause i'm down, doesn't mean i have to stay there.
this fucking town is like a ship gone underwater,
i'll drown unless i cut ties to the anchor.
i guess that i'm a hypochondriac, cause i'm always sick.
at least i think i am.
i wish the tylenol would kick in, cause i'm so sick of feeling the same.
i know that everything is going to be okay.
all i need is kerouac and a glass of sweet tea,
or burritos and new found glory.
i'm just trying to get through the week.
hey, do you think that you could loan me ten bucks
so that i could buy the new season of scrubs?
i'm short on cash this week and i'd pay you back on thursday.
i've got these friends that hate their fucking lives.
i guess that's what inactivity does to the mind.
so, I stay busy day and night. i don't have time to complain.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
holding long conversations with the dead.
my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes,
every wave drags me to sea.
does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?
i thought it would be funny to leave you hanging in suspense,
then I'd climb through your window,
and we'd lay there in the darkness,
like this dream of you i had.
every wave drags me to sea.
does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?
i thought it would be funny to leave you hanging in suspense,
then I'd climb through your window,
and we'd lay there in the darkness,
like this dream of you i had.
Monday, September 1, 2008
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