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Saturday, May 5, 2012

write away

right away i found my place within the words trapped in my brain write away is what i did to cope and to ease the pain right away i lost my mind in the eyes of your beauty write away is how i dealt with my crush even though it seemed a bit fruity right away i wrote away when i figured out i couldn't tell you what i really wanted to say write away is what i always told myself when the demons crept up and got in the way right away i spoke to myself in print on my journal where they always would stay write away is how i dealt with my demons within and their mischievous horseplay Can you read my words? Can you feel my pain? Do you understand now what it feels to be away?  I want to remember how to forget your love. Forget that, I just want it around. I want you in my arms where together we'll lay.

Hey you

Hey sweetheart, The world is sleeping, and I am...numb. It's almost 3, and the day will soon begin new. I want to destroy the chirping birds that echo throughout the dark cold night. I hate you so much right now. I can bleed and not feel pain, but for some reason I cannot like/love without your presence. It's different. It's unusual. I just want you near. I think about you constantly. I can't believe what I put myself through. I'm falling, and I don't like it. It's not right; it doesn't feel like the right way. I can't help but think the worst. I can't believe it. Will you still love me in July? Did you ever get close to that point? Have you held back? Should I do the same? I wish I knew what I was doing. I wish I knew who you were doing. I wish I didn't. I wish my mind didn't work like this. I wish and bitch way too much. Don't forget me. Promise me that? Turo

Friday, May 4, 2012

What's it worth to you?

Would you do it all again? Was it worth your time? Was it worth the pain? If you could would you do it again? Would you change it up? Would you just give up? Was it worth the thought? Was she worth your time? Should you have you have let it happen? Should you have let him do it? Should you have stayed with her? Could you really make her happy? Is it time to say goodbye? Is it time to move on? Will it be that easy? How do you know everything will be alright? Was she really that easy? Do you think he really cares? Do you think he thinks like you? How could you let this happen? Where do you go from here? Will it all be worth it? How can you say no? Why now? Where did he leave to? How come I can't see him now? Why can't she just understand? Why can't you all understand? Is he really what you'd thought he'd be? How many times have we gone through this? How many times has she said it's going to be OK? How come? Why now? What is it? Would you talk to me? Should I have treated you better? Were you ever there? How much do you really believe everything that comes out of your mouth? When is enough, enough? Why can't you just stop? What are you doing with your life? Why can't you see what we see? When will we arrive to your conclusion? When will you see the pain you've embedded within us? Do you really think is was worth it all? Do you really think it was worth your time? Are you complacent with you life? Are you tired of it all? What more can you do? What more can you say? Why do you care to listen? Why do you care to breathe? Why have you chosen today? Why not yesterday? How does it feel to be wrong? Is this getting through to you and your thick skull? When will you quit smiling for once? When will you frown when you are sad? When will speak up when wrongdoing is being done? Why aren't they speaking up? Why haven't they asked how we're doing? Why do they turn away and act like nothing is wrong? Why are they hypocrites? Why can't you speak up for once? Why can't you say anything? Weren't you supposed to be the good ones? Weren't you supposed love us unconditionally? Weren't you supposed to care? Why has it come down to this? Why can't we breathe like normal human beings? Why can't all of this be a dream? Why us? Why you and me? Ever thought things could be perfect? What about normal? What is normal? Who is normal? Why are they normal? Don't you believe me? Don't you think anymore? Where are the answers to these questions? Where is our safe haven? Will this ever go away?

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Walking on the Earth

Come take a walk with me,
I promise it won't take long.
Let's go this way,
I know another way.
It's a beautiful morning isn't it?
I'm sorry again for waking you up so early.
I've been thinking a lot lately.
I just need someone to talk to.
You seem to be the only one that listens to me,
hears me out, and actually gives a shit about me.
I don't know what to do anymore.
I thought I knew what I was doing, but it turns out it's nothing close to it.
I took your advice you know; and well, what you said would happen, didn't.
She left, he left, and now I am here picking up all the broken pieces.
Some days I feel shouldn't have every gone down to that side of town.
I just want to revisit what we once had; what I once had.
Things were bad then, but it was manageable.
I loved her; she loved me. He was always problem, but it was expected.
Now, it is just dirt and dust. Nothing worth mentioning.
Nothing worth acknowledging. It just was, and no longer is.
I guess I missed it, and now I can't get it back.
The thing is though... I don't think I need it.
But anyways how was your day?

Monday, March 15, 2010

Camping

sometimes I wonder why I sparked that forest.
sometimes I wonder why my mind got infatuated with smoke circles and passing of the talking stick.
the breeze feels just perfect flowing through your hair.
the touch ever so slightly raises the goosebumps from your skin.
the smell of skunk and smoke fills the lungs.
the warmth of the fire keeps a cold sweat.
and we pass it to the left hand side.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

With or Without You

and you give yourself away
and you give yourself away
and you give, and you give,
and you give, and you give yourself away
something tells me I need to shape up.
something tells me I need to turn things around.
something tells me I need to pick it up.
something tells me I miss you. I miss you real bad.
I can't live with or without you, with or without you.
some songs I hear, just go with what the pensive state of mind that I am feeling.
I need to improve the grades.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Suave

This is the time where I need to be smooth in my approach.
I need to swooh my prey into submission; I need to make the message more clearer.
I need to find some success, somehow, someway in this godforsaken state I am currently at in my life.
I need to do something; something needs to give.
Am I smart enough? I think so.
Am I lazy? Fuck yeah!
What do I need to do? Work harder, and don't be a dumbass about shit.