I took these this weekend at the Santa Ana Wildlife Refuge then I did things to them. Here are the results of about 2 hours of procrastination and paint.net haha. I'm not done editing these and making them look the way I want them to. But enough for today. :D
 
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Heavy hearts and heavy minds

I just can't seem to concentrate
I want to say I'm sorry
I don't have a reason why

It was our fault, our impulsive nature
We knew it all along,all the people we'd hurt

And as you laid there dying on your bed
we made up stories and feelings to help us forget

We weren't like them
We weren't ourselves
We weren't even sure ( Read more... )

i've been thiking about it and all that it's left us
the war on religion seems to form us
we're different now! we'll say
some think anarchy is the only way
and democracy just an illution
and all the rules and objections to change past suggestions
have taken a toll on this nation

ive ran out of things to say ( Read more... )

words stretched out to make a book
he's written it all out, there's nothing left to predict
and if he already knew how this would end
then why fill his cup with rum and regret
just to pour lime on her wounds
and use her as a tool to mend broken dreams
and repair all the leaks

hes given up on them
he wanders out onto the bridge
to pretend he's going to die
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I've started writing to tell you
it's hard for me to breathe
That I've begged for some compassion 
but instead I got a punch
and im all bruised iup
each scar belonging to a no
the taste of rejection
like lime on your soul
and this sour deception
have left me no choice

so poetic so in tune
just to tell you that im yours
as you walk away
to face the storm
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im happy.
he makes me feel that way.
school almost being over makes me feel lthat way too.
so does getting paid.
mochi and felix make me feel that way too.

and theres ants in my pants. again.. fuck

today you'd trade me in for that old record player
the one that knows all your favorite melodies
with history hanging on to every note 
each sound holds a memory that was buried deep inside the track

how can you expect for me to understand what the hell is going on
when your music drowns all the melodies we've yet to make
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They stood there staring at each other, he thought she was beautiful with her curly hair and she could feel the sun painting her skin the color of radiance ( Read more... )

are like long and boring hangovers ( Read more... )