Black and Blueimagine false passion. a surreal masterpiece draped in shadows. two silhouettes on canvas... drunk sex like art. screaming angel with an empty rhythm because he made her black and blue. she's painted harmony, deeply balanced and electric, while he's just scraps of free beer and latex feeling raw anger pulse through himself into the darkness that hides them from each otherBlack and Blue
miseducation of a girlFreedom’s barefooted child You’ve got so much to learn… With her sun-caressed face smeared with dirt, Scraped knees and Bugs Bunny band-aids, Messy hair in messy pigtails, She climbs to the top of a tree To escape from the world…miseducation of a girl
Take these broken wings And learn to fly.
Lovely apathetic young girl My, my, how you’ve grown… With her wine-colored lipstick, Chipped black nailpolish, Eyes the color of rain clouds, She bleeds her insecurities onto paper For everyone to see…
Take these twisted thoughts And learn to write. &nbs
The RainKissing the droplets off your eyelids I seem to have grown a new appreciation for the rain (I will never wear a raincoat again)The Rain
Our hearts stop (and you’re catching your breath) As thunder echoes above our heads
And lightening stabs at the water (they do their intimidating song-and-dance along the coastline in celebration of April)
I say ignore them And come jump in puddles with me
Who needs sun shine
While the earth is being cleansed
Lakes are being filled Tears are being hidden Souls are intertwining (and overflowing into one another)
late novemberorange sugar candy sunsets; i wait until my sky falls back into place, just like before, and yet sparkling just a little bit more. honeysuckle breezes kissing our faces on a perfect autumn evening. there was something magical then, like crystallized dew drops, or crunchy fire-colored leaves, or the breathlessness you leave on my lips everytime you look at me... it lingers in strands of wind-caressed hair and dances around my shoulders until everything falls back into place, just like before, and yet sparkling just a little bit more.late november
101514FAILED101514FAILED never turn back.101514FAILED
i've been here a
thousand
times before
it's the way the paint is
chipped on the curb and
the way the sun shines through
the cold autumn trees
the mute sound of these
people
passing by. earphones: volume ten, song seven mindripped and flattened i should be on the tall tower, i should be falling,
far away from here
night time: it's the way the lightning charges the sky just short of the clouds &n
Devious Journal Entry
see you at school
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Peace
LIW
*msie =
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not many times that i see another 15 year old here...thats so kewl... O_o
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between your ears
theres a million rotating knives
chopping apart the words that enter
sending them out through your mouth
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