We’ve come so far from where we began. As the years have come and gone, so to have the lessons we learned. People grow up, grow tired, grow old and often grow apart. The young think they know it all and the ignorant believe they’ve got it all figured out, only the wise can see that nothing is set in stone and there are no guarantees in life. Time changes everything and everything changes over time, there is no denying that… but the most important changes, those we see in ourselves, come from choice. Everyday, every minute and every second of our lives depends fully on the choices we make. We...
Pressing our flesh to cold concrete as we bury regrets under years of worn down cement… the world we know. Memories forgotten, abandoned in bodies dumped in a bloody betrayal, the dead end wishes I’ve given up on. Disregarded ever promise. But I’m just another face, blindly following words I’ve been convinced to believe in. A corpse, vying for your attention- the apathy neglecting to fill this void. Dialog slowly forming a catalytic addiction, a dead-aim hangover for social insecurity. My smoke-stained mind, seeping with flaws… addicted to the crash.I’m becoming redundant, again.
My lips are caught on every word you still have yet to say, And if meaningless syllables would ever come to mean anything more, I swear, my ears could run into complications just trying not to bleed. Now I’d die to hear your voice speaking my name, Even if only but once. One sentence was more then enough to rescue me, and that’s all I cared to ask for… Except you remained silent. Well, who the fuck am I to complain? I never spoke up, couldn’t dare tell you just what I felt. So you stayed your distance well I played it safe. Circumstance won’t...
Oh poor girl, so innocent and young, how I almost wish I cared enough to help, But I’d much rather just watch instead… I’ll let you figure this one out all by yourself.
So go on, bat those pretty little lashes once more Let them give you everything Fulfill each needy desire Wanting the promise of waking to dreams. Why stop nursing this now?
Your completely transparent already Intentions all seen through Made perfectly clear… You survive offering a service An expert in exploiting fragile reputations Of nervous boys just waiting...
So I guess this is one of those things I’ve always done my best to avoid talking about, and I’m still gonna change the subject anytime it comes up in conversation, so don’t even think of this has an open invitation, it still belongs to me. My thoughts and feelings will remain hidden… I’m keeping these things private, the secrets I’ve kept for myself. Opening up only leads me towards having to admit to things I really don’t even want to think about, and that’s not a road I’m ready to go down. I know someday I’ll be forced to face my own demons, fight for the chance to make good on every...
I scream into the dead of night, seeking answers from echoes lost alone in darkened silence, Though I came here with every intention of stealing one last selfish moment for myself. But I missed that chance as my own breathing unexpectedly began to slow and briefly come to a stop. Memories now set out to consume me, Slowly, Following each and every shallow gasp. This air is piercing the skin that’s portrayed itself as remains of my rotting flesh. Calming bites of burning winds now subside to blowing quiet whispers And all at once Everything I feel...
I know words could never make-up for all the fucked up things I’ve done, I can’t exactly claim to have ever been entirely honest. We’ve all got our secrets, And even to this very day… I’m still lying to myself. I just wish you would see what I’m feeling inside. That young girl you once knew of, Wishing upon each shooting star, Who naively saw a future through optimistic eyes… Is long gone now. She ran away as she lost all hope in herself. Dreams once filled by the illusion of beauty, Now only bare these tragic reminders, The constant...
Words left on repeat to replay my backwards fading memories, and I think you may have misunderstood me when I said I might still believe in myself. What I really meant to say was that my mind still remains but I’m tied down to this shame well you antagonize my each and every mistake. These chains are such a waste of space, I’ve given up on running away, I finally took the blame and I think I’m ready to face this now. I was so wrong to deny a belief in these demons, the ones I willingly consumed… all the while knowing I could never escape myself....
Don't take it all to seriously, we were only telling the
TRUTH ...
But that never mattered, it's just not all that important to people like you. Not as long as you can avoid it, take it and run until they get far enough away to twist my word into your tangled-tattered lies. You were charging by the moment, and all the while they're passing this along down the line as payment for another hit. And you get off by passing it on as a social disease. ((a new brand of the designer STD)) Society excepts this, without hesitation. I mean, everyone's...
It’s just a little insane, the thought that, even after growing up surrounded by drug addicts… people who really never gave a fuck about anything more then the drugs they did, the dealers that dealt them and themselves, in that order, can still manage to hurt me, and I still manage to care about them. After so many years of watching there constant up and downs, being treated like I matter, only to be made to feel like complete shit five minutes later. Anyone else in the world would have so quickly just said “fuck you” and left, erasing any and all memories of them, but I just can’t. I guess...
What’s left to believe in once you’ve taken the “lie” from this belief? These indefinite explanations you always leave me with can only maintain my nearly overwhelming uncertainties, and I’m already feeling so completely unsure while becoming even more dependant on past experience’s to fight off my pressing insecurities. I’m here just watching time expire. All the while I’ve been letting myself honestly open up to these things I haven’t felt in years. I might almost let this moment pass as we’re nearly ready to release. Once hindered pendulums are left hanging low...
You're no good at lying & I'm no good at comebacks.
Published on 20th January 2010 3:13am
Because I didn’t want to go down that road again…
I didn’t want to be there anymore I fought my hardest to break down those walls And you’d just hurt me again like you did before The whole time believing you’d never let me fall
But then the world around us came crumbling down And the only thing you really cared about was your own tragedy You never even heard her heart break.. You didn’t hear a sound Too jaded to see that there was so much more right in front of you, hidden, Stalking you and lurking from within the irony
Out of sight... Out of mind. (are we running out time?)
Published on 18th January 2010 2:06am
There is a difference between HERE… And NOW. See- I’m still HERE, Waiting The same place I’ve always been… And right NOW, This very moment You’re living in a lie. (but only when you’re lying to me) You’re alive And breathing With the world at your finger tips… And my life is in your hands. I’m alone And fading. Every heartbeat only serves as a reminder I may drown in these flames… But I want you to remember- I will ALWAYS love you.
This tangled web we must weave, Runs around between these days, A permanent shelter to the lies we’ll believe, Destroying passages built along the way. Reinforcement of dreams drag beyond this life, Naïvely brainwashed as we’ve slept to cleanse these filthy minds, Foretold of futures written in an afterlife, Expectations to hold our faith alone among the blind. Presenting a pill for every problem, Opened up and shoved down our throats, Fresh desires contain new ways to fully medicate them, Monitor every moment to take down careful notes. Living...
Trying to defend myself once again in this trial to prove my guilt. I’m standing here stripped naked… accused among a jury of critics. Your faults are far greater then mine, but only I’m exposed by hypocrites. Verdict now pending. Just pretend you don’t hear me confessing… I’m taking this last chance to tell you the truth, prove my innocence. We tend to fall for every pretty word, which was more then enough and not even what we need, but that’s what keeps us coming back for more. I just kept falling for you. Why should you see through...
What the fuck do you think love means? (a different interpretation of the obvious) You know I could have faked it too, But I’m not that selfish, Pathetic… or reckless. Your mental fictions covered the bullshit Kept you clear from succumbing to this condition. And your forked tongue will undoubtedly be your fall from grace But it’s your silence that’s left me stunned and speechless. You just don’t give two shits about my own self doubt now do you? All along I was led to believe you were the escape Meant to remind me… Turns out you were only...
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