misscaffeine
score: 12
registed on: Apr 21 2009, 11:11 pm, last logged in on: Dec 31 1969, 7:00 pm
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The Union: the business behind getting high
Mon Aug 17, 2009 2:16 pm
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Tue Aug 11, 2009 11:34 am
the days went so fast for you. already so old and ready for a life of simplicity.
you fell so hard so many times. and now your too bold for spontaneity.
along time ago i thought i'd waste some time with you..
the life i saw in your eyes was quickly fading. i wanted to burn the light.
i lost my self for a while and the light turned out so quickly. you made me feel special.
but like i said, i just wanted to waste some time with you.
and more time,.. i..
but the touch
you're warm,
your eyes,
your words,
fingertips on my skin.
i couldn't escape you so i was in your fucking spell again. i felt like i had no heart, walking around searching for my soul, with out a head i just walked in damn circles around and around in my rotting feelings. never knowing someone could rip me so deep.
and finally realizing i just really wanted to waste more time with you again.
again.
if i never gave you my heart, and you never gave me yours, then why do i feel a little hurt when i look at you in your distant eyes?
maybe it's all my fault.
just look at my eyes and tell me what you see just one more time. just let me curl up in the deep numbness you brought with your big open heart.
no.
it's all over.
it's been too long to go back down a road like that.
i need to hold all my courage and stop wishing.
my head head just wants to slow time.
i just want to scream
fuck all this time.
i never wanted to lie.
i never wanted it to be like this.
so alone soaked in my own god damn pity.
maybe once i'm past all of this.
i'm really damn sorry i never wanted to waste this much time.
and i'm sorry i never stayed.
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Sat Jun 06, 2009 2:38 pm
When it all comes down to it I at least try and put forth some sort of effort. the days go by so slow when the negative air hits my nose. The words glide through your ears and you open your mouth and you think your talking but nothing comes out. I’ll smoke my remedy to make the noise vanish. My mouth is on auto pilot and talk my self to death not knowing what about but knowing I need to fill a void of silence you create. The monster of silence that rampages through my mind and destroys nerve endings that cause me to convulse. My brain is done cooking in this oven of a state. Let me out of this asylum. I’m defiantly done sitting around and watching the paint dry. You're obviously not going to change so I’ll leave in peace and knowing I have done my best. Maybe one day you’ll see me as how I really am, and not this distorted image you created in your mind.
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Sat Jun 06, 2009 2:38 pm
When it all comes down to it I at least try and put forth some sort of effort. the days go by so slow when the negative air hits my nose. The words glide through your ears and you open your mouth and you think your talking but nothing comes out. I’ll smoke my remedy to make the noise vanish. My mouth is on auto pilot and talk my self to death not knowing what about but knowing I need to fill a void of silence you create. The monster of silence that rampages through my mind and destroys nerve endings that cause me to convulse. My brain is done cooking in this oven of a state. Let me out of this asylum. I’m defiantly done sitting around and watching the paint dry. You're obviously not going to change so I’ll leave in peace and knowing I have done my best. Maybe one day you’ll see me as how I really am, and not this distorted image you created in your mind.
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Tue May 26, 2009 12:54 pm
when i try and speak only noise comes out. your
face gets distorted and you tower over me. in my imagination i'm rowing as far
away as possible but your the lurking crocodile in the river. i can't help but
to gravitate towards you, you showed interest in the ugly duckling. i would
really like to believe and trust but my eyes flick away from reality again and
i realize that this is all just a game. you don’t want to know me. but i want
to know you. everything seems to be in vain and don't try and stop me! it wont
make since. the sweet words trickling from your lips and make their way to my
brain to sit on.
but honey
sweet talk ain't shit no more and im tired of being the one to pump air into
your head. i can't change tires no more and im done walking on glass. if you
find a fancy then try something original. pluck the sun for 24 days. let it
rain till the mountain tops are flooded. sing a song that no bird could repeat.
fucking christ just buzz off. you claimed you would be around. i'm tired of my
tired broken smile and the sick of your sick since of humor.
don't beat around the bush kid.
i can handle the truth better than the trash talking.