I miss the people
I miss the people who call me to do nothing
I miss the people i call to do nothing
I miss the people who never cause awkward silences
and the ones that break them when they are awkward
I miss the people that will come over just so i can fall asleep
I miss the people who never make me question why i'm doing something... and in fact usually encourage me to do it, specially if its stupid... especially
I miss the people
Friday, September 28, 2007
blissful place between the lines
the times in life when we most need to be alone
are the times we most yearn for company
for times when we are afraid of our own thoughts
and what we might realize when we take a second to stop
and realize what they mean
but we don't want that
we never want to hear
what we actually think
and yet we never want to hear
its going to be alright
because we know its the truth
we want to live in that blissful place between lies
between the ones we tell ourselves
between the ones we tell others
between teh ones we hear
and the ones we know
and the truth
were the wrong and the right
the pain and the lies
where it all collides
and crashes
are the times we most yearn for company
for times when we are afraid of our own thoughts
and what we might realize when we take a second to stop
and realize what they mean
but we don't want that
we never want to hear
what we actually think
and yet we never want to hear
its going to be alright
because we know its the truth
we want to live in that blissful place between lies
between the ones we tell ourselves
between the ones we tell others
between teh ones we hear
and the ones we know
and the truth
were the wrong and the right
the pain and the lies
where it all collides
and crashes
who will u be
Who will you be when it all goes black
when the sun shuts out the lights
when moon turns its back
and the stars stop shining and the
darkness is blinding
who will you be when it all goes black
Who will you be when the wind blows the warmth away
and night takes over the day
when the birds cease to sing
and the sirens start to ring
who will you be when it all goes black
when the sun shuts out the lights
when moon turns its back
and the stars stop shining and the
darkness is blinding
who will you be when it all goes black
Who will you be when the wind blows the warmth away
and night takes over the day
when the birds cease to sing
and the sirens start to ring
who will you be when it all goes black
dust
I want to climb a mountain in the fading light
to feel what its like to have dusk settle on my shoulders
to understand when the trees exhale
what it smells like when flowers wilt
and the rocks relaxing
into the night i climb
until i too
feel like
dust
to feel what its like to have dusk settle on my shoulders
to understand when the trees exhale
what it smells like when flowers wilt
and the rocks relaxing
into the night i climb
until i too
feel like
dust
Who will you be when it all goes black
Who will you be when it all goes black
when the sun shuts out the lights
when moon turns its back
and the stars stop shining and the
darkness is blinding
who will you be when it all goes black
Who will you be when the wind blows the warmth away
and night takes over the day
when the birds cease to sing
and the sirens start to ring
who will you be when it all goes black
when the sun shuts out the lights
when moon turns its back
and the stars stop shining and the
darkness is blinding
who will you be when it all goes black
Who will you be when the wind blows the warmth away
and night takes over the day
when the birds cease to sing
and the sirens start to ring
who will you be when it all goes black
Sunday, September 23, 2007
stare into the black
Sometimes i want to live in a land of strobe lights
where one minute i can't see
and the next i've gone blind
sometimes its nice to just stair into the black
and wonderin whats moving towards you and whats
moving back
and then you realize it doesn't matter what you see
my arms around your neck exactly what you mean to me
close enough to smell and you taste just like champane
and i wish i could just stair into the black
with you
stare into the black
and not move
stare into the black
where one minute i can't see
and the next i've gone blind
sometimes its nice to just stair into the black
and wonderin whats moving towards you and whats
moving back
and then you realize it doesn't matter what you see
my arms around your neck exactly what you mean to me
close enough to smell and you taste just like champane
and i wish i could just stair into the black
with you
stare into the black
and not move
stare into the black
between the lines
the times in life when we most need to be alone
are the times we most yearn for company
for times when we are afraid of our own thoughts
and what we might realize when we take a second to stop
and realize what they mean
but we don't want that
we never want to hear
what we actually think
and yet we never want to hear
its going to be alright
because we know its the truth
we want to live in that blissful place between lies
between the ones we tell ourselves
between the ones we tell others
between teh ones we hear
and the ones we know
and the truth
were the wrong and the right
the pain and the lies
where it all collides
and crashes
are the times we most yearn for company
for times when we are afraid of our own thoughts
and what we might realize when we take a second to stop
and realize what they mean
but we don't want that
we never want to hear
what we actually think
and yet we never want to hear
its going to be alright
because we know its the truth
we want to live in that blissful place between lies
between the ones we tell ourselves
between the ones we tell others
between teh ones we hear
and the ones we know
and the truth
were the wrong and the right
the pain and the lies
where it all collides
and crashes
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
sleep snachers
Its amazing what darkness does to you
Heightens senses
Creates awayness like you never knew was possible
Creaking floorboards
Tip-toeing footsteps
Is that... is that a bed creaking? and again, and again...oh nevermind
Darkness is where the thoughts come out
Where ideas and worries are suspended in the air like mist
Until sleep snatches them
into dreams
Heightens senses
Creates awayness like you never knew was possible
Creaking floorboards
Tip-toeing footsteps
Is that... is that a bed creaking? and again, and again...oh nevermind
Darkness is where the thoughts come out
Where ideas and worries are suspended in the air like mist
Until sleep snatches them
into dreams
Thursday, September 6, 2007
where the special lines
Its the Little Things
People will never understand from the outside
and thats the point
The point of best friends is how stupid everything appears to others
thats where the special lies
thats why its special
because something means so much to you
and so little to someone else
like the smell of dirty clothes and incense
like the buying of raw dough with the complete understanding
that there was never ever any intention of baking it
like that song
like making a fool of yourself
like hikes that fail
like first names
like the cure for sickness
like laughing
Thats where the special lies
People will never understand from the outside
and thats the point
The point of best friends is how stupid everything appears to others
thats where the special lies
thats why its special
because something means so much to you
and so little to someone else
like the smell of dirty clothes and incense
like the buying of raw dough with the complete understanding
that there was never ever any intention of baking it
like that song
like making a fool of yourself
like hikes that fail
like first names
like the cure for sickness
like laughing
Thats where the special lies
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