:: 2006 19 October :: 12.52 pm

tin foiled beatened beats and obscure yellowed night lights, in the shape of our savior, are sold two for a dollar. the massive reaction to salvation at a price does no good for the aching of each muscle in her face. forced to connect with a human race, who can't understand the way she stands, killing each other at a steadfast pace, over land. from the formation of a last smile, lasting only a while, bites down her joints with no reasons or points. simplicity as its height, faced drained dead white, and knowing the only way up is to give up the fight. the grass is always green, just the way it would seem, and the ground is awfully warm.

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:: 2006 26 May :: 9.01 am

i like that my pulse quickens
and my knees unhinge,
just to be cliche.
i'd fall for the fundamentals of the same oppurtunity
over and over, with no hesitation for an aftertaste.
rhymes with flower petals and how summer feels on skin,
could just give away my posture to all the catches.
there's always a catch,
and something about those eyes know.
just as long as i don't fall too hard,
and try and land of my feet.

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:: 2006 22 May :: 12.28 am

i'm awkward with my footing
and i don't stay inside the lines very well.
headlights and baby that smile
insitigate tomorrow
typical flew out the window
smashing on endless highway
flying 80 mph through years and different hair colors
my laugh still sounds the same
and we don't stop for any air.
the sounds of the world are under each tire
and silences from complete satisifaction
humming along to songs from broken boys and girls
knowing it doesn't get better
than breathing easy
and comptemplating how you'd hold my hand.

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:: 2006 20 May :: 2.51 am

fresh air and comfortable breathing.
it's about changing each memorized movement.
no more mechanical love, she said.
and that was all that needed to be said.
nervous hands speak for themselves.
and you smile while you sleep.
when the background shifts to red canyons.
and eyes get wide.
from lack of color and surprise.
and soon.
simple songs sounds sweet.

i've always like the color red.

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:: 2006 18 May :: 1.10 am

i have been here before.
same smiles and same fucking lines.
i'm just so sick of pulling my hair out.
and i'd kiss you harder.
i'm good for nothing and the taste of summer is hot on my tongue.
but even warm nights aren't making me sleep well at night.
all those words
i hate. because i
expect less. and you're about to stay grounded.
far away from falling into gold and green eyes.
this is why i mumble.
so the sounds of ignorance won't ring in my ears for days.
but i'm suppose to be about waking up.
and knowing the way.

with shaky hands.
i won't wait one more day.

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:: 2006 16 February :: 4.07 pm

see the way my eyes fall to the floor.
i'm self-conscious to the core.
questioning the rhythms,
i bat my eyes to.
just some distant sigh,
was all you heard.
and i couldn't understand why.

but i breathe easy now.
the sun's getting warm,
and i'm forgetting what i was missing.
for so long.
exchangable vows,
heavily one-sided for months.

just remember the way i taste.
because that's all i'm giving up.

1 bow out. | want to dance?

:: 2006 13 February :: 2.56 am

forget the oncoming blows.
it's all about the butterflies.
swept across my eyes.
just waiting.
for wanting fingertips.
and the color of your eyes.
to notice my delibrate moves.
closer to each stitch in those clothes.
unyielding to wisdom.
breaking rules, not hearts.
wrapping each word with affection.
watching them fall from my heavy lips.
in slurs and pleas.

just doubting self assertion.

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:: 2006 9 February :: 12.03 pm

the intergalatic view, for diseased hearts, doesn't really tie well on these shoes.

broken and weathered soles.
walking around with the heaviest burden.

being wireless isn't our answer.
but we adapt, creatively.

please, introduce each speak clearly so we'll all know how the sky was planned.

brilliant and all upside down.
(but only i find that poetic.)

grasping the only sense reality i could paint by numbers.
the dialtone knows nothing of my bravery.

and neither do you.

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:: 2006 7 February :: 1.00 am

you caught yourself by surprise.

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:: 2005 18 November :: 8.17 pm

pulling my hair out at all angles.
wishing somehow it was longer.
and i didn't lose everything.
but by this time all the instruments ring low.
sitting in my ears.
under circumstance and denial.
and i'll just be me.
until the lights go down.
and my eyelashes flatter your every move.
silently.
because i never make a sound.

1 bow out. | want to dance?

:: 2005 26 October :: 11.02 pm

hacked to pieces on open floors.
i've named my price. and you're not getting away that easy.
i cough up smoke. and gold glitter.
rolled jeans and sarcasm cause tidal waves over here.
i know it's wrong, but i'm not caring.
this girl has caught wind of something.

brighter tomorrow at 19.

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:: 2005 20 October :: 1.24 am

manipulated by a sweet smoke and orgasms.
i like to walk on cold grass.
and
i smile under my breath.
i've played truth or dare before. i've been burned.
i know damage control.
so crawl back out of these lips. there's no need to taste you.
my eyes may be green.
but. my eyelashes have kept them hidden.
perfectly.
white smoke and "that thing" i do will sit.
perfectly. on that mind.

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:: 2005 14 October :: 7.00 pm

dressed to kill with nowhere to go but over the rainbow. But we never made of habit of the usual. So with burnt tights and cloves on our breath we defend our reputaion of wonder and all conclusions ending with a smile. All night we recreated the resurrection of life with our compassionate coated smiles and forgiving laughter, knowing we all have useless baggage. We realized, graced with our imaginations, we can start anywhere and get far enough to know what happy means. Lacking direction but contagious with ambition we burned that night among the stars and let our consious state fade into the background while raw personalities flashed along with my camera. Taking tiny hidden jokes in still frames. Off beat music breathing our exact mood. We are going to get far from here. Promises made in our heads with no intention of ever looking back. Tonight screamed the words that we all longed to hear all our lives...."we were made to matter."


old school...

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:: 2005 14 October :: 1.48 am

i want to peel myself off your lips again. smiling through passionate kisses. my face reacting to the thought of your hand on my thigh. i can't believe a year went by and this is how i taste.

those eyes, those blue, blue eyes.

you forgot the way i hide my smile. and bite my nails. and wrap my feet up so they don't cold.

i always like pancakes for breakfast. and the occasional pull onto your chest. i'd find my spot in the crook of your neck. i can feel the warm breath on my head.

that's what love feels like.

please remember me.

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:: 2005 13 October :: 12.36 am

midnight soft lips. the content of this subject is sharper than the words you've perfected with that trained tongue. i don't play truth or dare anymore, we've lost the face of that innonence beneath ashes and bottles. i thought you would never forget the way my eyes shifted when my face got hot. hot, remember. eyelashes running away, my eyes always gave way to my brilliance. secret and hidden in every imperfection. that's what made me perfect in mittens and frost bitten hair. i've always liked the cold better. warming up my lips before they tremble off all the heat.

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