You should've raised a baby girl...
Saturday, March 28, 2009 11:29 AM
I could have been a better son.
This song is actually relevant in two ways.
A) Someone I know knowing people I didn't know they knew that are involved with that song?
B) Home.
Going to someones house today, it's been awhile.
Hopefully everything turns out alright for her. :)
Mmm..
The music feels so good.
It envelopes me.
This song is actually relevant in two ways.
A) Someone I know knowing people I didn't know they knew that are involved with that song?
B) Home.
Going to someones house today, it's been awhile.
Hopefully everything turns out alright for her. :)
Mmm..
The music feels so good.
It envelopes me.
Come on a Monday, Come on a Tuesday...
Friday, March 27, 2009 6:42 PM
They'll never know.
In the eyes of another I :
Have a hyperactive personality.
Keep too many photographs in my room, they cover the ceiling to the floor.
Ask weird questions.
Am not afraid to say anything.
"What's weird about you? Everything."
Have a hyperactive personality.
Keep too many photographs in my room, they cover the ceiling to the floor.
Ask weird questions.
Am not afraid to say anything.
"What's weird about you? Everything."
Attempted at watching Yellow Submarine today.
It's probably only good if your high.
It was blatantly obvious this movie was made for those with
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds in their heads.
It's probably only good if your high.
It was blatantly obvious this movie was made for those with
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds in their heads.
I thought I loved you...
Thursday, March 26, 2009 7:18 PM
It was just how you looked in the light.
Love.
Is a very confusing thing.
And affects everyone around me.
Love.
Can be a many wonderful thing.
But, it also hurts.
Like a motherfucker.
(Yea-hah. I can SO write poetry.)
(Stop with the eye rolling already.)
Love.
Is a very confusing thing.
And affects everyone around me.
Love.
Can be a many wonderful thing.
But, it also hurts.
Like a motherfucker.
(Yea-hah. I can SO write poetry.)
(Stop with the eye rolling already.)
You have been followed..
Wednesday, March 25, 2009 5:36 PM
back to the same place I sat with you drink, for drink.
Take the pain out of love and then love won't exist.
Well hello world.
I have planned to begin my youtube videos finally.
Yes, I have a few scripts written already.
One should be put into play this Sunday, but we'll have to see about arrangements.
Everything we had.
Back and forth, like a ticking clock.
Which wall shall I go? Which way shall I take?
Singing trees, lights, girls in striped leggings.
Is no longer there.
Take the pain out of love and then love won't exist.
Well hello world.
I have planned to begin my youtube videos finally.
Yes, I have a few scripts written already.
One should be put into play this Sunday, but we'll have to see about arrangements.
Everything we had.
Back and forth, like a ticking clock.
Which wall shall I go? Which way shall I take?
Singing trees, lights, girls in striped leggings.
Is no longer there.
With designer drugs and..
Monday, March 23, 2009 9:34 PM
designer friends.
He stole, I covered.
He grabbed, I joked.
We walked, we talked, we drank.
We laughed, we fell over, we made shit happen.
I couldn't think,
I couldn't talk,
I couldn't walk,
I just kept telling these pointless stories.
I kept telling him about him.
"An imaginary friend. That's all he is."
No, I love him.
"How can you love someone you can't see?"
I...I don't know.
I apologized over and over,
I met people I never thought I would.
Could they see through me?
Did they think I was just slow?
I thought about it...
But then I didn't care.
I couldn't feel anything.
Then I came home,
I was spinning,
the world wouldn't stop moving.
I shut my eyes,
I called an "imaginary friend"
we cried.
We sobbed.
He was disappointed in me.
I was disappointed in myself.
The only thing I can seem to say is,
I'm sorry.
He stole, I covered.
He grabbed, I joked.
We walked, we talked, we drank.
We laughed, we fell over, we made shit happen.
I couldn't think,
I couldn't talk,
I couldn't walk,
I just kept telling these pointless stories.
I kept telling him about him.
"An imaginary friend. That's all he is."
No, I love him.
"How can you love someone you can't see?"
I...I don't know.
I apologized over and over,
I met people I never thought I would.
Could they see through me?
Did they think I was just slow?
I thought about it...
But then I didn't care.
I couldn't feel anything.
Then I came home,
I was spinning,
the world wouldn't stop moving.
I shut my eyes,
I called an "imaginary friend"
we cried.
We sobbed.
He was disappointed in me.
I was disappointed in myself.
The only thing I can seem to say is,
I'm sorry.
And I came here to make you dance tonight...
Sunday, March 22, 2009 9:05 PM
don't care if I'm a guilty pleasure for you.
Tonight, I lie awake, caffeine pumping through my veins.
Thoughts consist of:
Coca Cola
The streak of blood*
Henna
Sunlight
Gentlemen
Emotions
Hoodies
*You could see it running down the creases on their forehead.
It was an accident.
This was no accident.
I can't believe I'd even lie to myself like that, but I kept it up:
It was an accident...
Bullshit.
I kept thinking about it and thinking about it.
I told them they deserved it
We both knew that wasn't true.
I never made myself apologize.
But I am sorry.
Sorrier for you than I am for myself.
(You keep saying that. I only sulk around the house and feel sorry for myself.
"That's what teenagers do."
"I don't."
But they won't believe me.)
This is a moment where I say, "FML."
And truly mean it.
[An observation I made of myself:
If I force myself to smile and think only good thoughts,
I can be the happiest person alive.
I'll feel it deep down and really believe that I am happy.
If something goes out of wack for whatever reason,
I immediately shut down inside
I forget to be happy
And my day turns to shit.
To those who may find me annoying:
I'm not trying to be.
I'm just trying to find the support I need, from the people I trust most.
So next time you start to ignore me, just relieze I know I'm 'pestering'
but also relieze just need someone to talk to.]
Wishes:
Phone
Bracelets
Confidence
Tonight, I lie awake, caffeine pumping through my veins.
Thoughts consist of:
Coca Cola
The streak of blood*
Henna
Sunlight
Gentlemen
Emotions
Hoodies
*You could see it running down the creases on their forehead.
It was an accident.
This was no accident.
I can't believe I'd even lie to myself like that, but I kept it up:
It was an accident...
Bullshit.
I kept thinking about it and thinking about it.
I told them they deserved it
We both knew that wasn't true.
I never made myself apologize.
But I am sorry.
Sorrier for you than I am for myself.
(You keep saying that. I only sulk around the house and feel sorry for myself.
"That's what teenagers do."
"I don't."
But they won't believe me.)
This is a moment where I say, "FML."
And truly mean it.
[An observation I made of myself:
If I force myself to smile and think only good thoughts,
I can be the happiest person alive.
I'll feel it deep down and really believe that I am happy.
If something goes out of wack for whatever reason,
I immediately shut down inside
I forget to be happy
And my day turns to shit.
To those who may find me annoying:
I'm not trying to be.
I'm just trying to find the support I need, from the people I trust most.
So next time you start to ignore me, just relieze I know I'm 'pestering'
but also relieze just need someone to talk to.]
Wishes:
Phone
Bracelets
Confidence
Don't you know...
Saturday, March 21, 2009 11:06 PM
that you're toxic?
(Sometimes things are a little too private to post here.)
:) Hello. How are you all today? I'm fine. I feel a bunch better now.
And of course you.
:)
I love you.
I wish you were happy.
P.S. HI TYLER. I'm supposed to mention that he sent me that weirdo video from before.
Cmon lift me up...
Friday, March 20, 2009 6:21 PM
its a brand new day
Open up a lil happiness today
So I can be someone new
Cmon and lift me up to a better way
Open up a smile on another face
So I can feel something new
Open up a lil happiness today
So I can be someone new
Cmon and lift me up to a better way
Open up a smile on another face
So I can feel something new
We do it in the dark
Monday, March 16, 2009 7:57 AM
with smiles on our faces.
BLUE days.
EULB syad.
Bored?
Bored.
Bored?
Boredom.
Words that start with B:
Bored
Blue
I love blue days.
Just, not today.
It's only eight,
we'll see how it goes.
And I thought that maybe...
Saturday, March 14, 2009 4:32 PM
just maybe.
You'd all have come to see me.
Well, I guess we can't always be right.
Just a note to everyone:
Anyone notice how all my "poems" suck?
They don't rhyme, they don't convey intense emotion?
They're not ever written correctly, and often are based on strange topics?
That's because they're not poems.
I write like this normally, and it's not a strange thing for me.
I personally find it quite boring to read peoples blogs that look like this. Where there are no spaces. Your eyes just keep having to move and move and move and move and move. It seems like you've got to read tons and tons! Not here. Not on my blog. This kind of writing is not allowed. :)
This was just so everyone knew. :D
A little something to make everyone go, wtf??
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Mkp8__1jt8&feature=dir
You'd all have come to see me.
Well, I guess we can't always be right.
Just a note to everyone:
Anyone notice how all my "poems" suck?
They don't rhyme, they don't convey intense emotion?
They're not ever written correctly, and often are based on strange topics?
That's because they're not poems.
I write like this normally, and it's not a strange thing for me.
I personally find it quite boring to read peoples blogs that look like this. Where there are no spaces. Your eyes just keep having to move and move and move and move and move. It seems like you've got to read tons and tons! Not here. Not on my blog. This kind of writing is not allowed. :)
This was just so everyone knew. :D
A little something to make everyone go, wtf??
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Mkp8__1jt8&feature=dir
Shades of Grey...
Tuesday, March 10, 2009 7:36 AM
Please, fade away.
And, oh.
What if I stay,
in vain?
Stood in line, waited.
Worried.
440 people inside, only 60 places left.
Would we get lucky?
Thank God.
If we had gotten in five minutes later,
we wouldn't have made it.
Unfortunately, the singer was sick,
had the Rockstar Influenza. (That's my little name for it.)
It was hot,
sweaty,
crowded,
smokey,
blond.
Mmhm.
Way too many blondes.
I suppose it only called more attention to me and my friends in the audience.
The ones with out the cloned haircuts.
The ones who didn't dress like everyone else.
And the ones who probably had more fun then the rest of them.
"Could you sign this?"
He signed it with a loose wrist, not even looking at me.
I smiled anyway and thanked him.
Without raising his eyes he nodded.
Asshole.
I thought your outfit was tacky anyway.
But thank goodness,
the other bands were so much nicer.
Signing whatever I wanted,
smiling the whole time,
hugging me,
making jokes,
the bug everyone on tour seems to be catching,
talking about the area,
comments on the strange weather,
the heat in the club,
the amazing turn out.
I pointed at his bracelet.
"What would Joyce do?"
I paused, "That's my name."
He straightned up and handed my ticket back.
"What would Jon do?"
(My thoughts went to the other Jon immediately.)
"What would Jacob do?"
I laughed and kept the conversation going.
"What would Jingle-himer-smith do?"
He actually laughed.
And it didn't just sound like a laugh out of poilteness.
Photos were taken.
CDs, Arms, Tickets and Shirts were signed.
First impressions last,
and I know which band I'm going to see again.
Oh, did I mention?
I too, caught the sickness.
From that nice man in the middle.
The one who had the, neon WWJD? bracelet.
And, oh.
What if I stay,
in vain?
Stood in line, waited.
Worried.
440 people inside, only 60 places left.
Would we get lucky?
Thank God.
If we had gotten in five minutes later,
we wouldn't have made it.
Unfortunately, the singer was sick,
had the Rockstar Influenza. (That's my little name for it.)
It was hot,
sweaty,
crowded,
smokey,
blond.
Mmhm.
Way too many blondes.
I suppose it only called more attention to me and my friends in the audience.
The ones with out the cloned haircuts.
The ones who didn't dress like everyone else.
And the ones who probably had more fun then the rest of them.
"Could you sign this?"
He signed it with a loose wrist, not even looking at me.
I smiled anyway and thanked him.
Without raising his eyes he nodded.
Asshole.
I thought your outfit was tacky anyway.
But thank goodness,
the other bands were so much nicer.
Signing whatever I wanted,
smiling the whole time,
hugging me,
making jokes,
the bug everyone on tour seems to be catching,
talking about the area,
comments on the strange weather,
the heat in the club,
the amazing turn out.
I pointed at his bracelet.
"What would Joyce do?"
I paused, "That's my name."
He straightned up and handed my ticket back.
"What would Jon do?"
(My thoughts went to the other Jon immediately.)
"What would Jacob do?"
I laughed and kept the conversation going.
"What would Jingle-himer-smith do?"
He actually laughed.
And it didn't just sound like a laugh out of poilteness.
Photos were taken.
CDs, Arms, Tickets and Shirts were signed.
First impressions last,
and I know which band I'm going to see again.
Oh, did I mention?
I too, caught the sickness.
From that nice man in the middle.
The one who had the, neon WWJD? bracelet.
[E is for:
Elliot Minor - Lucky Star
Now She's Gone
Time After Time]
A spoonful of sugar..
Wednesday, March 4, 2009 7:33 AM
makes the medicine go down.
16.
Six.
Teen.
Sixteen.
One Six.
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Because I know how much you all care about what I got for my birthday:
(No, honestly you don't have to read it.)
And of course, I get to see my lovely sister, nieces/nephews and brother in law.
Baltimore Aquarium? You know what? Sure.
Movie? Of course!
Jaxx? Oh you betcha!
Fall Out Boy? Um, can you say, DUH!?
16.
Six.
Teen.
Sixteen.
One Six.
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Because I know how much you all care about what I got for my birthday:
(No, honestly you don't have to read it.)
- Beatles CDs (Love compilation & Abbey Roads)
- Beatles VHS (A biography of sorts.)
- House Season 3
- Across the Universe
- Mary Poppins (Don't laugh.)
- Song of the South
- Madagascar 2 (Stop laughing!)
- A camera (that was unexpected.)
- A sewing kit (there's a reason for this.)
- iTunes & Borders gift cards
- An over sized Hawaiian looking shirt (I feel somewhat Asian.)
- iPod speakers (oh finally.)
- Tinkerbell Cake! (I saw that cringe.)
- SO. MANY. CUPCAKES. (And various other sweets.)
And of course, I get to see my lovely sister, nieces/nephews and brother in law.
Baltimore Aquarium? You know what? Sure.
Movie? Of course!
Jaxx? Oh you betcha!
Fall Out Boy? Um, can you say, DUH!?
Felt so close...
Sunday, March 1, 2009 1:41 PM
but you were far away.
Left me without anything to say.
Each day, I find myself with less and less to say.
I can only once more apologize.
I'm sorry.
Voice?
Where have you gone?
You were once prominent.
You let everyone know you were there.
Please come back,
I'm sorry for whatever it is I've done.
Please let everyone know I have you.
I don't want to be the one with no words.
I don't like standing, with nothing to say.
I don't enjoy speaking on the telephone when there is no speaking being done.
I miss you.
[ D is for:
David Bowie - Dance Magic Dance]