Ain’t No Sunshine - Bill Withers So, my...
I’ve been terribly homesick lately. Spring break seemed like it would never come, and now that it’s here, it’s going by far too quickly. I forget how much better life is with my best friends until I’m actually with them. I miss feeling like people really care about me. I miss feeling attractive. I miss feeling wanted. Why is it that all of these feelings were too fucking...
There are only three real reasons for doing anything stupid: I was bored I was curious I was lonely
Why do I always feel so fucking inadequate?
I get so irritated by ignorant yet opinionated Christians people.
I want to be someone's obsession.
I want someone to secretly admire me. I wish I was that girl, the one that you see walking down the hall and just can’t stop thinking about. I want someone to want to know everything about me. I want to be the first thing that pops into someone’s head in the morning. I don’t suppose I have to know it’s happening.
Tous les jours, tout est gris.
At this point, I’m not even sure if I want to make it better. Every time I’m with you, I hate you a little more. Is it really worth fixing? I think we only “love” each other as a fallback plan. A safety net. I need some space, Before my knuckles become acquainted with your face.
I don't have anything to say.
A little simple original piano - Jason Wade (my...
I was feeling lonely and homesick, so since very little I do is actually logical, I decided I needed to drive around by myself. I snatched up my keys, my iPod, a lighter, and a pack of Swisher Sweets little cigars and fled from that suffocating dorm room. I have spent far too much time in there recently. Well, the actual driving around portion was rather short lived. (I hate driving) So, I soon...
Does sanity really make a difference when no one...
All you need is?
“All you need is love.” One of the most famous phrases of our time. Bullshit. You need money, power, control. You buy everything that is beautiful and corrupt it, Turn it into cheap trash. Love is not ever enough to satisfy you, You and your disgusting ambitions. Would you control the world? And in doing so, control my mind? You tell me what to think, How to act, What to feel. I...
I intend to scream, shout, race the engine, call when I feel like it, throw...– Elizabeth Wurtzel
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Your “I love you’s” are worthless. The look in your eyes and the tone of your voice betray you. You cannot love me if you do not respect me. I will be respected. I have built a fort, high up in this tree. You cannot reach me. Your axe is blunt and you will never get me down again. It got so tedious living with the grass. Those emerald blades were more than happy to share the...
I have often dreamed Of a far off place, Where a great, warm welcome Would be waiting for me. Where the crowds will cheer When they see my face, And a voice keeps saying This is where I’m meant to be. - Hercules
You’re so nice! You’re not good, you’re not bad, you’re just nice. I’m not good, I’m not nice, I’m just right. I’m the witch, you’re the world. - from Into the Woods
Poetry is defined as “the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings.” - William Wordsworth Good literature should bring about “the willing suspension of disbelief.” - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I am starting to think that it’s never going to happen. That four letter word. The “L” word. Love. Such a foolish notion, really. I think that it must only happen in stories or in the imagination. How else could something so idealistic come to exist in the real world? When you think about it, it’s nothing more than a way to torture half of the population and deceive the...
My hands are aching. I’ve been fighting desperately, trying to hold on to something that never was. There is a sickness in my stomach that I can’t shake. “Help!” I cry. It hurts so much, but no one listens. My cries are not audible. No one can respond to a plea for help that never leaves the vast depths of my own eyes. I hold out my hands for you to step into them, so...
Googlie. Googlie. Googlie. Go away!
I am a doormat.
You could at least wipe the dirt off after you step on me. I just remain here, filthy. I can’t do it anymore. I wish I was more important to you than a piece of coarse carpet. I am so tired of being taken for granted.
And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once....– Friedrich Nietzsche
It is a conscious effort each day to be myself. Everything in me screams to be left inside this spiral seashell I call home. It didn’t used to be this way. This all used to be so easy. Where have I gone? I’ll bet you’ve never seen a seashell with bars before. It hides me, traps me, protects me. I am escaping. Every day I get closer to the outside. One look from you...
To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep...– William Wordsworth
It’s only after we’ve said goodnight, That I realize I’m crazy about you.
It’s time for a return to self. No fear.
Can’t you hear me when I speak? I know you can at least see my lips moving. So don’t fucking ignore me. I would rather you hate me than pretend like I don’t exist.
We exist in a state of equilibrium. There is a give and a take, But the concentration - The balance - never changes. The constant of relationship, This formula, Keeps us steady. You and I will continue to react. A kiss. A touch. A look. Always reacting. At times, life has thrown us a catalyst. Reactions become aggressive. Faster. Stronger. Passionate. But in the end, it always...
I want more than anything to be good at this. My effort shows in desperation.
How does it feel to walk on bridges made of bodies? I lie here, naked, humiliated, abused. I can feel the warmth of the other nameless bodies lying beside and underneath me. There is an unspoken camaraderie between us: the people that form this pitiful bridge. I know the shape of the man beside me. We have always been together, lying next to each other to allow you to rise above your obstacles....