Yeah, you're pretty but what's underneath? Maybe more than I could ever possibly imagine, a world of emotion&exuberance just bursting to be released in a torrent of words and smiles&perfection. Maybe there's nothing. Maybe I'll never find out because I was too busy with myself to consider you. Maybe I've already found out and was too stupid to keep it. Maybe you don't think about me...

Everything seems so beautiful and okay even though in the grand scheme of things, I'm still too emotionally destructive to realize it, my phone's battery at 8% in my pocket, but I'll wait and fantasize about sticking things in electrical sockets or holding hands in the grassy feilds, or wearing matching sweaters; I dont know. How my body would shake and shudder and my eyes would roll backward to...

Hey ?,We used to be best friends, you lived about 2 blocks away. Remember during the summer you’d call me randomly 10pm to go get Orchata with you? We’d walk around for hella days then i’d drop you off in front of your house but we never could say goodbye, it always took way too long. Then i’d get home & you’d call me. I miss how simple things used to be, I mean Sophmore year I...

All this,social networking websites I mean, makes me feel like I am looking down on the earth from a space station and I am seeing all these people 'taking action' and experiencing things while I am just writing, "I am up in my space station feeling sad and tired; here is a link to some music I like," with no discernable facial expression because I am wearing a space helmet with the visor down...

Less attractive teens have a hard time being accepted, Good looking kids have a hard time finding true friends. Unemployed can't find a job, Workaholics can't find time for family. Grandma's fighting her last breaths, Baby sister's fighting for her first. The Earth is taking Global Warming hard, The Sun can't get that solar flare under control. The whole universe has problems....? but somehow we...

(I know this is more of a poem, but no one ever reads my poems, so I thought I put it on here, just so people will read my stuff)in five years i want to move to seattleor serbia or atlantis;;name my children after odd numbersand teach them russian lullabiesand...the art of manipulating those you love.?in five years i want to marry you,but i don't know if you like odd numbers,or even if you like me...

There is this album that will always remind me of this girl and bring up this feeling and it's really not like a "good times" feeling but more like a "just let it be" kind of failure feeling. The music is heavy like guilt and the choruses are lulling but all I can hear is a faint echo off the curvature of her jaw.On the seventh day of Christmas, Jesus put his hand on my shoulder, listened to me...

What ever happen to selfnessness?What ever happen to forgiveness, bitch?And trust me hunny it's notgunna be pretty, you had your fun now it's my turn.If you've got it show me up.Too many times have I walked down thisonly to be let down. You're a dead end.And Trust me hunny it's not gunnabe pretty, you had your fun now it's my turn.Do you really think i'm nothing without you?The attempt of walking...