If life were but a song, then I could hardly hold a note No words ever seemed to match the ones I already wrote But now I’ve found a sound I’ve heard to which all my happiness brings It’s filled my ears with a song, that now my heart will always sing
I feel like an idiot
I guess I was too busy to realize how alone I’ve been these past few days. I mean, I don’t really feel the need to go and hang out with people, but other than small group on Mondays and large group on Fridays, the only people I’m around are my roommates, like maybe 30 minutes each day. Other than that, no one really has asked me to hang out or wants to hang out or wondered...
You Will Sing This in Your Sleep #6
Father, I Have Found - October 28, 2007 Father, I have found a bedroom empty of all sound your closet filled with sleeves and scents and promises that break when they bend I will not lay on your bed of lies rest my head on the pillow where you close your eyes You flew across the the sky and disappeared no goodbye, but the twenty that lines my mirror You left at seven, I heard her say the day...
You Will Sing This in Your Sleep #18
“Erase” - November 24, 2007 You waited on the silky streets dampened by the sky’s release the puddled coated pavement seams the pot-hole-covered path you see You found me on a plastic slide the playground where we used to hide our childhood, lost somewhere behind our useless smiles, the tears we cried I walked you home, you held my hand played with wrist-wrapped rubber bands...
I found a few poems under the tag “You Will Sing This in Your Sleep” that I wrote between July 2007 to August 2008. Here is one of them: YWSTiYS #27 - April 2008 “Peach Skin” You seem so bruised that it’s beautiful like some new and polished skin to brag about but you don’t scream the silent cheers aloud Keeping every sound you could make at mute And the...
Excerpt from a Journal Entry written 10/21/2002 “How do you show others that you care about them?” I wish I could answer this question correctly. I don’t know if people really care for others. At least out of those that I know. I know my mom cares about me. I used to think my brother does, and my dad surely doesn’t. My mom shows that she cares about me by doing things...
this day sucked. minus spongebob squarepants, of course. I don’t even feel like writing/elaborating. anywho, paranormal activity is ridic. I’m not a fan of scary movies. So I’m pretty sure I won’t be watching many more in the near future. If I can sleep tonight, I’m def having nightmares. In other news, I’m glad the boss is out of town for the week,...
I really really really like you and I want nothing more to see your smile and hold you in my arms, and to know that you are well and that your life is sooo goood. and i want nothing more than to figure out how that could be and still find me in that life. and i’m learning. and i’m young. and i’m trying. and i’m really hoping i can be there for you. because i know i can. i...
You said you’d call on your way back I was counting all the stars just to have the city lights flooding hiding my eyes from where they are You said “How does it feel? Any different than how it’s been? Does it get any better? This dance that we’re in?” You said “I’m longing for a touch one that is just out of reach. I want to see all that you are the...
I once knew a boy with a smile he would share...
RIP - My best friend’s big brother I couldn’t find a flower to pick you before you died or write a letter to your brothers before all the tears they cried I couldn’t find a handshake worthy of your grip with hands that hold with care with love flowing from fingertips I could always find your smile the one you always wore and I could never hide my own with you always sharing...
A poem for my mother Brooklyn, 1999 The first woman who gave me her heart wore her courage on her smile and held my hand from the start of the weathered roads and beaten miles When she was young, she ran away to find color between the grey And she found the reds between the blues every shade and every hue, that she would paint on my days as they were brand new and she’d color them in...
She is the most amazing thing
and I’ve never been more happy to be with anyone in my life
The waves crashed against your will with every note scattered on the sands and held in hands you wished they’d never touch I claimed innocence with guilt a silence I can’t quite seem to contain with every written word now read no secrets could remain These letters from a sinking ship I promised I’d never send to never clear the air of every note never break the hearts I couldn’t mend I found you...
Oh and I changed my normal tumblr's URL because of...
Just add my favorite number to the end of the original URL and you’ll get my new one.
Playing some basketball to get rid of stress...
in other news, I had an amazing night :)
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-9-25) →
getyourhandoutmypocket: a minor bird (8) Caleb Murphy (5) Sleeping At Last (4) Ben Lueders (4) Finn Miles (4) Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
Child the time has come for you to go You will never be alone Every dream that you have been shown Will be like living stone Building you into a home A shelter from the storm
I hope that I'm not revealing too much...
If humans were animal memes
For a brief moment, I hated the way I spoke. I hated how the words I say seem to fit, or how they sound good together. It hate it because to others, it may seem rehearsed, or planned, or that I’ve used these words on other people before. I want you to know that I would never say anything to you that I didn’t mean within the deepest part of me. I want you to know that none of the...
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It’s good to have someone you can share your secrets with and talk to about the things that have happened in your life. I guess there are just some things that I still feel embarrassed or ashamed about. And I guess I want nothing more to prove to you that I am a better person now. If anything, that.
And I held you closer
than I ever held anything in my life.
Doubt I saw you from across the street wondering when we’d again meet with a rope around you’re favorite lie and tie around my wandering eye you dot the questions i don’t want to ask I breath a sigh as you walk past you don’t belong in this mind of mine to wonder why when I’m doing fine you will never see what these eyes do after I finally found comfort in more than...
Life is Good.