I thought, at one time, that this could simply all exist for one special person. That was a huge mistake, this is for everyone to find meaning in. Take what you will how you will, enjoy or not, all of that is up to you. I can create what I am inspired to and leave it here in hopes someone will find this feeling that it is for them and only them, while the anyone can feel this way and understand the point - finding meaning in yourself. If you've found this, I love you even more.
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Monday, May 27, 2013
Sunday, May 26, 2013
The Time Time Stopped
All the raindrops froze above us, and all the whispers turned to mere thoughts trapped in somebody's head. Every lyric ever sung and every note ever played all sounded at once. All the words people thought they had got stuck in dry throats, Absolutely everything stood still except us... I was in your arms and your mouth was part of mine.
Saturday, May 25, 2013
The First Page
Dear You,
You are moments away from reading that which has been promised to you as long as you have lived. Oh, believe me, I am sorry that it took so long to get this to you, but when you were a small child, it seemed as though you would not have the same use for this as you do now. However, today, everything will make perfect sense, I promise, and you will be delighted to see the series of prose, verse, lyrics, and failed attempts at rhyme that you have so easily been reduced to. Some pages will slam you to the ground and show you no mercy until it seems as though you have drowned in your own soulless tears and others will make you laugh so hard that you forget everywhere else you have ever been. And with this being said, I hope that you will enjoy your journey through one very important chapter of my life, your life, and society's history as a whole. Every single word was inspired by you, and I need you to remember that, this is all for you because you of all people were more than meant to read these words. It has been fortold in your stars long before you ever reached this body. And that is the precise reason that I love you as much as I do and so unconditionally. Believe me, if it were not for you, I never would have made it this far.
With all the love in the world,
us.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
The Pens Tearing through Paper
Never have I heard a sound I could not accurately describe - until I first listened to your voice after nine o'clock on the telephone as I sat under the stars pretending to lay in your arms one last time. Never was there a picture I could not recreate with words - until I saw your folder of amazing drawings. Never in my life has there been a moment I wanted to remember more - until that night we went to a concert and broke all the rules. And never would I have imagined that it could be so easy for someone to take away my pain or love me more than I have ever loved myself. I hope you can forgive me, but I will never be able to paint you out for the world well enough to do you any justice at all. I love you, babe.
Monday, May 20, 2013
The Party was a Bad Idea
They watch you walk in and
give a small smile when you notice them. But when you are talking you
can hear something different in their voice and their laugh becomes
more stoic as the night goes on. Sometimes you watch them staring off
at some invisible point in the distance and when they come back you
notice something in their eyes is pleading:
Turn the music up louder
than anyone ever has before. Say your goodbyes to me and take your
hearts all back. Let this place be the last one this sad body of mine
will ever conscientiously be seen.
Eventually they catch on to
what you've noticed because your mouth is not listening to your mind.
You are saying:
I love you. This isn't your
end. Let's get our of here.
But they don't move, and
neither do you
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Friday, May 10, 2013
The Candle Light Version of You
Maybe there was just a mood we weren't used to, like the first time we sat together under the stars. Maybe it was the way the flames licked the wood so gently as they danced across your silhouette. Maybe the song playing -it's my new favorite- is to blame for me getting to taste your lips without strangers' curious eyes pretending not to stare while they really took note of our every move and called us crazy. Whatever it was nothing will make me forget the time I was in your arms and you were part
Thursday, May 9, 2013
The Things You Hear
When you are lying in bed at night and you are listening to rain pound down on your roof or wind crashing into your window, I hope you know it is just the angels telling you stories of their past and demons playing guitar solos gone unplayed for too long. And each of them is begging you to give them a fresh start - to bring them back to life even if it is just in your mind for a brief moment.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
The Ghosts Taught School Too
You were gone, they said you died away. But you still taught me one of the most important lessons I could ever learn. You are the one who taught me what it's like to be alone, what it's like to feel sick or hurt, and why love is so important. And now that I think about it, I learned my lesson in your absence...
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
The Waves Want You
Should you ever want to sell yourself to Death you might have the best luck in the dead of night beneath the moon. Fish will long to feed on you and the ocean will thrive off your blood, No one will make fun of you for pleasing your inner being and returning to the greatest purity of all, however all of us will miss you and some will even follow.
Monday, May 6, 2013
The Wishing Well Ran Dry
If you have the chance to go back to the river's edge I hope you hold your head up high as you look to the sky. Take a deep breath and jump in, don't worry, let the water in. Let the water take you as far as it can. You spent all your coins going down the street, dropping them in hats so hungry people could once again eat. All your wishes are gone, used up pursuing lies. So go on down to the river's edge, go on home then just let the water take your empty body anywhere it wants to go.
Sunday, May 5, 2013
The Reason For Pictures
Some people call them memories of times they never thought they would remember. A few have them stored in a box at the back of their closet to prove that they were in fact here and that they did in fact live. I want them so someday when I am older I can be sure it wasn't just a dream. (I really hope you don't mind)
Friday, May 3, 2013
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
The Rain Coming Down
I wish you were with me and we were in the storm listening to the other peoples stories and feeling the perfection swirling around us, I promise you no tragedy will befall you, but it would be beautiful. In case you didn't know rain makes me think if us because we are both falling for each other and we can't stop it.
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