| Everything and anything, plus the stuff between. |


Daydreams and bottlecapsi ive searched through overdue library books, formal complaints and faded memories, looking for a solitary clue to where the stars i used to find in your eyes went. try as i might, i cant stand being around you, and i cant stay away.Daydreams and bottlecaps
ii after a second cup of coffee, nothing is in clear black and white. its like a glow stick without light. without a purpose, my self control evaporates, leaving my heart of switchblades and scars vulnerable. my pain, my scars, my hopes and dreams, all there for the world to see. im not sure how this started, how did you get past me?
iii there's not a rhythm or r


Temptationi feel so out of place, a premade sequence i never learned, never fit into. I'm miles out of line, and there's no way back. but scared I am to walk any farther... What could they possible have in store for a lost bird like me? it's as if it's snowed in the middle of spring, everything i've known and relied on to be my constant, my base, has been whited out before my eyes and i'm unable to stop it. Stop it I wish I may, I wish I might. But I doubt I'll get any luck tonight. Not like I ever did in the first place.Temptation
the sky crashes down around me, and the end's still a secret kept from me. excessively bright colors flood


Post It Notesim thinking of you again and how taking evasive action isn't working as well as i hoped, and how breaking smoke detectors is oddly satisfying.Post It Notes
and how caffeine withdraw symptoms are horrid,
filing formal complaints involes too much paperwork and how im cursed with a heart that cares too much.
of how much trouble we avoided, and the police
we've run from, and how shallow our breathing was after.
and the buildings we covered with graffiti, the
security guards that were too busy sleeping and how late we stayed out.
of how much trouble we both got in,


Hollow Breathingi eyeliner, earbuds, and green electricalHollow Breathing
tape. a radio dial that hasn't been touched
in years. star- stealing eyes and a
protective hand wrapped around her
forty- fifth can of Rockstar.
ii jail cells drawn around her, one brush
stroke after another. drowning in
stranger's fake smiles and haunted by
shattered dreams, her walls become
her canvas, revealing a hidden part of her
that no one ever sees.
iii butterflies escape from her light fixtures,
coastal sands come to rest around the
moldings. sunflowers, budding forests and
| Everything and anything, plus the stuff between. |

by £deviantWEAR
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'Circling down the drain' has an appealing fun-factor to it.
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Stress: When the body can no longer fight the urge to choke the living shit out of some asshole who really deserves it.
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One kind word can warm three winter months.
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There are times when the darkness engulfs me and I see no hope...no light. Then I am alone until someone eventually shows up.
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A joke is a very serious thing.
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Grtz
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I love Danny Phantom!
I'm a dummie!
I don't mind if you hate me, just don't tell me. (c) Me
Grtz ^^
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