Friday, March 25, 2011

you nag me like my mother


your text messages are lame
don't even pretend like we're okay
like you even care
cause i could care less
when it comes to the things you want to bitch about
i got no reason
to want to keep you around
or to want to talk to you
cause you don't talk you nag
and spit a mouth full of shit
that makes my ears gag
i avoid
and turn to another
i avoid
you nag
like my
mother
 and who the fuck would want that?

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

i waited for you but you never came

weeping willows
kiss the shadows of my static cling
in night softness you enter
but only in my mind
i can feel you in my heart
it's death
it's a slow death
to have thoughts of you
enter me
without any sign
without even a warning
i guess the warning was you
i should have known that
many years ago when i first let myself into you
and now i only know you in between the lines
that are written
in a message you send me
whenever you fucking feel like
sending me a little reminder
which speaks volumes
even without your voice
it's a slow death
and you know what you're doing
cause you are master of plans
you do not leave your room
you do not leave yourself
without rehearsing
what you
you've decided to be for that day
or for that person
did i ever really know you at all?
darkness stays hidden
i like things that hide
cause i'm the master of the great escape
ongoing forever flowing
on
i try not to stay in one place
for too long
the right exit always leaves you
a sweet memory in the minds of people you never really knew
but they thought they knew you
with the roots  of another line beneath me
and it's years that stretch on above me
in the darkness of the night
where i am with myself alone
i see the you and i are more alike
that i'd like to admit
we keep distance and desire as a game
we like to play
i kiss the air
for that is the closest i'll ever get to you
that is the closest i've ever gotten
somewhere in the air
and in the wind
you are and you are not
 there
and that is the one truth i can keep with me
when everything else is made to be left behind























How to Detect Lies - body language, reactions, speech patterns - StumbleUpon

How to Detect Lies - body language, reactions, speech patterns - StumbleUpon

The Exquisite Lover Series, part 1: Passion

The Exquisite Lover Series, part 1: Passion

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Don't change

We had sex. We are friends. I like your friendship. More than anything. Don't act weird now. You know who I am and I know you. You know you like our friendship just as much as I do.
So stop acting like a little bitch, call me and let's drink. :)

Monday, March 07, 2011

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Can you feel it?

I can...

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cllllLINGGGGER

and i'm quite a bit of what you wish i could never be.
we have different definitions to
the same words
different feelings about the same thing
i can feel your heavy
drop
and
fall
of dark cloud of shit
drop and fall over me
you make the moves
and you
try
so very hard
to bring me down
you think
you got hold
of me
spend the last of what
you don't even have
you past being
spent
what was left of you
a long time ago
if you only turned around
you could have turned around
at the last turn
that turned the corner
what is now
a long time ago
you could have freed yourself
from yourself
you could have been without
your own
 static
cling
 you ring around
your own fat neck
now you can't shake
what sticks to you
and your stuck with
something you can't even swallow
how do you like the choke?
how do you like choking yourself?
???

the strangest of the strange...

the strangest of the strange...
...i am

star loves the beatles too

star loves the beatles too
yeah i love the beatles too
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