to sleep soundly is to know your place. opression today comes with a smile. for me too move you, i have too move. but your not moving moves me. 'i believe the children are our future' is just passing the buck. if, somehow, someday, man learns how to control and sell the air we breathe. the poor had better learn too hold their breath. one's ( Read more... )

.. live your happy life ,forget me. It won't be hard.

I'm not wishing anymore
I'm not writing songs for you
I sleep better in the dark
I'm not doing this for you

This is because of you I don't believe
Tongue tied an institute of my relief
You're my, my reason to shame
(my reason to shame)

One wish that this is over
You are all I waste today
(discarded worthless throw it away)

Will it tear you apart?
Will it?
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                      ................ there's no such fucking thing as a happy ending

i miss the old days when things where simple. There was no such thing as another side you couldn't see, but now i see it more and more. I'm done with it, fuck the complicatedness. I don't see the point in wondering anymore, it hurts me too much. I just feel like screaming it all away, but theres nothing as simple as that too help. in feeling this ( Read more... )

Not within arms length 
I'd sever the stars from the sky 
and place them in your hands 
if I thought another wish / they'd see the light of day 
but you stand beyond the sun 
Beyond the reach of just a friend 
maybe if i grew wings / maybe if you lost yours 
these words would flow like water 
if you'd let them scrape your heart 
Not with in arms length 
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 .... i did want to write something about her , but i can never really put down the words that express how i feel. When i look at what i've wrote the words just seem stupid and worthless, so what's the point. I may as well just keep them too myself, like everything else, not being able too let her know how much i really feel ............ meh .... ( Read more... )

Tilling my own grave to keep me level...
Jam another dragon down the hole...
Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren...
one that pushes me along, and leaves me so...
desperate and ravenous...
I'm so Weak and powerless over you...

Someone feed the monkey while I dig in search of china...
White as Dracula as I approach the bottom...
so ( Read more... )

black the white are all i see in my infancy.
red and yellow then come to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see..

as below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
push the envelope. Watch it bend

over thinking, over analyzing seperates the body from the mind.
withering my intuition, missing oppertunities and i must
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... so i'm back at my mum's. but only for the weekend.... i miss living here , its so much better. Being at my dad's won't do me any harm though, If anything , it'll probably improve things in my life having some discipline.

Not achieved anything this week, apart from my sixth form application, i hope i can pass my gcse's so i can stay on, ( Read more... )