Saturday, February 14, 2009 @ 1:11 AM Happy Valentines Day! NOT!.
Ok fuck it, i dont celebrate such stuff, especially this. Its like soo lame people showing off whose bf bought them a bigger bouqet of flowers.
Get over it, ur bf did that because they are force to and trying to make u feel good, for a day?
Still, heres some love from me to everyone!
I HATE VALENTINES DAY!
20 minutes.
Imagine if every song were like a river. Cool, and calming, but exciting if need be. Imagine if every note made waves in the ocean, that you could ride on until the sun set. Imagine if every verse told a story, of clouds and fog and clarity. Imagine if every beat from a drum pounded deep within your heart, and made it flutter and skip. Imagine if every whisper in a microphone sent shivers in your spine, and made you lose your stomach somewhere below. Imagine if every line and every word sang a chorus that spoke to your subconscious, and to your soul.
I imagine. I dream, when something feels so right, it swells inside of you, like bubble gum before it pops. Just remember, it always pops. When you think it's the best bubble you've ever blown, it will disappoint you. It's what I imagine. Solitude is my lover. Isolation is my therapy. Fueled by sweet tea, and easy cheese. My mind sets on coarse, and it analyzes, and simplifies. It untangles knots I've never twisted. But hoping to unravel it for others. But I was never one for sharing. Although, I'm willing when I'm asked. What happened to your goals and dreams? They died with my child hood. Yes, I used to dream of what you say, but my mind is too rational for hopes. My mind won't let me wish too hard. My mind will never allow me an oasis except for within itself. I hold myself back, you know. I could be so much more. But I always take my own advice. I always take my warnings. And why does my mind do this? It keeps me safe. Never knowing love means never knowing heartbreak. And never knowing heartbreak means never getting addicted. You can't miss something you've never had, as I've always said. Although, I do ache for what others seem to be longing for; the cement they're diving into headfirst. You want to go where the crowd goes. You want to follow them to the fiery pits of hell? "No," says the mind
"You're meant for more. When waves come crashing down, when they swallow them whole, the shallows will keep you safe. Enough to have fun, and although you envy them, when it ends, when they look back, the sea will be laughing, and they will envy you in ways your bones could never ache."
Dear Mind, you're too logical for kids my age. Too rational to understand.
Saturday, February 14, 2009 @ 1:11 AM Happy Valentines Day! NOT!.
Ok fuck it, i dont celebrate such stuff, especially this. Its like soo lame people showing off whose bf bought them a bigger bouqet of flowers.
Get over it, ur bf did that because they are force to and trying to make u feel good, for a day?
Still, heres some love from me to everyone!
I HATE VALENTINES DAY!
20 minutes.
Imagine if every song were like a river. Cool, and calming, but exciting if need be. Imagine if every note made waves in the ocean, that you could ride on until the sun set. Imagine if every verse told a story, of clouds and fog and clarity. Imagine if every beat from a drum pounded deep within your heart, and made it flutter and skip. Imagine if every whisper in a microphone sent shivers in your spine, and made you lose your stomach somewhere below. Imagine if every line and every word sang a chorus that spoke to your subconscious, and to your soul.
I imagine. I dream, when something feels so right, it swells inside of you, like bubble gum before it pops. Just remember, it always pops. When you think it's the best bubble you've ever blown, it will disappoint you. It's what I imagine. Solitude is my lover. Isolation is my therapy. Fueled by sweet tea, and easy cheese. My mind sets on coarse, and it analyzes, and simplifies. It untangles knots I've never twisted. But hoping to unravel it for others. But I was never one for sharing. Although, I'm willing when I'm asked. What happened to your goals and dreams? They died with my child hood. Yes, I used to dream of what you say, but my mind is too rational for hopes. My mind won't let me wish too hard. My mind will never allow me an oasis except for within itself. I hold myself back, you know. I could be so much more. But I always take my own advice. I always take my warnings. And why does my mind do this? It keeps me safe. Never knowing love means never knowing heartbreak. And never knowing heartbreak means never getting addicted. You can't miss something you've never had, as I've always said. Although, I do ache for what others seem to be longing for; the cement they're diving into headfirst. You want to go where the crowd goes. You want to follow them to the fiery pits of hell? "No," says the mind
"You're meant for more. When waves come crashing down, when they swallow them whole, the shallows will keep you safe. Enough to have fun, and although you envy them, when it ends, when they look back, the sea will be laughing, and they will envy you in ways your bones could never ache."
Dear Mind, you're too logical for kids my age. Too rational to understand.
Although it's against my best judgment, I'm a dreamer.
I'm a hopeless idealist. I see good in even the most evil things.
I find faith and hope in humanity,
where everyone around me finds disgust and hatred and disunity.
I believe the world is what we make of it. I
believe in self-fulfilling prophecies.
I believe in people, because they don't even believe in themselves.
The world is amazing, if you want it to be.
I'm a young boy, but I'm far from being a teenager.
I made my mistakes and learned my lessons long before most people can even fathom.
I've learned to love my intelligence, and I prefer to remain inebriated in my own brilliance,
not by substance and people. I'm as open as the oceans, sometimes, just as deep.
Questions are hard for me to answer, and explanations are as rocky as the mountains in which I was raised.
Silence and nature go hand in hand. You've never met someone so quiet who can be so loud.
The public is my friend, and strangers are my favourite. My audience staring intently as I stage my act.
Only fools act, and I never said I wasn't one. I don't like unintelligent people,
but I front too much to take up with geniuses. I simply bask in their ambiance. I'm the outcast, the uncertain.
What do I know? I know I am the earth, you use me, and use me, and never appreciate,
you never take the time to love or thank. But I am the Earth, I'm used to it, so it's okay.
I am the Earth, someday I'll have enough.
