Looking at the face..
that will only be touched..
with the imagination of the mind.

.rip

just friends

i feel your voice vibrations carry threw my body,
like an electric pulse awaiting to be held.
not only can i never hold this...
but can i see it and love it so dearly
that it hurts...
hurts to know i will never get to feel the sound vibrations
threw my body..
but threw my thigh that may rest on yours
so amicablely..

3 wellington

alone, cold and numb
i sit here looking at all the people
with someone to hold
keep warm
and nothing around them could matter
aside to who is adjacent to them
waiting and anticipating for someone to come on this
dark and cold bus..like my soul
that is intriguing to my eye
but as always together they will hold
one another
as i sit hoping this bus will hit a ebony tunnel
and never see the light
i think and wonder why im so dark behind
the layers that may be deceiving as to whats lerking under my skin
sad sorrow that entwines with in guilt and knowing
not to wait
not to wonder
not to anticipate the feeling of feeling lust
feeling loved
feeling warm and not alone
as i know if i wait it will never come
or at least seem like never
but it doesnt seem to leave my mind
not even when multiple encounters of fire truck sirens
scurry to the scene which happens to be a hospital
wondering what could have happened
until i see a few more
a few more people keeping each other warm
laughing and whispering in each others ears
as i look out the window and try to avoid
but the reflection in the window
will never lie
i feel it in my pulse that im the only one alone
alone in my thoughts
alone in my dreams
alone in my heart
as the songs shuffle
they happen to be all love songs that sway in my ears
about the love that they have
i press forward to avoid any deeper emotion
but it wont end
so i switch to an instrumental
just so happens even the notes that spill out of the instruments
into my ears happen to sound like they where in love when they wrote it
how i miss that feeling
that feeling of having endless love spill out of every pour in my body
on to something i care for
the inner core of me knows that im not the only who feels like this
but everyone has selfish needs
not everyone can hold in
whats burning deep inside them
to the point where it comes an endless obsession
that has to stop but only will
until i find that fix

time travel..

in my opinion...
YOU CAN NOT TIME TRAVEL!
in reality...
time is not real
time is made up by humans
so we could keep persise track through night and day :)

PS.. I ALSO THINK THAT SCIENTIST SUCK majorly..
their curiosity doesn't only kill them but can kill us all..
stupid perfectionist and TRY to know it alls

let it go

Im giving up on all hope now
i was always here waiting
you just sat there anticipating
breaking my back
with every times i let this go
with the words you throw
back and forth
confusing me
and so
you will always remain near me
i have simply nothing left of this
but fearing the rejection among others

stand

Never run away from a hurdle in life,
it is simply a test of your true self.
There is never a reason to give up and if you do give up,
you simply give up on yourself...

her hands are as soft
as soft as wood that has been sanded down
for minutes, and hours
her body is as beautiful as the sun setting on a hot humid night.
but..
so is his, so is his hands, eyes, mind..
that's like an explosion of wonder, imaginative artistry..

-I'm always breaking hearts
especially my own
my heart strings elastic
pulled in every fucking direction that's never even
thought to exist..

My thoughts seem sorted out
until i think of you
your someone i love
and don't want to loose
i love your mind
id love to be in your mind..
iv made a valid decision ..
but my thoughts wonder right back to you

My mind

My mind is like a palit
filled with every color of the world
my thoughts being the colors
mixed and swirled and blended together
usual you would have that color you find more appealing to the eye
but there's so many colors to choose
its like explaining what a color is to a blindperson
there's no words, not emotions, no explanation to that color..

Hmm...

who's to say they were the last, who's to say its not a cycle?
what if we've already been threw this?
who will ever know that our existence is ever lasting not our body's,but our souls
and the way we cope with others, what if this is the end.. the end of our cycle..
it ends at money?
and not love?
if the world is ending do people run for banks and run to stores to steal things for what?
comfort?
when on the other side of that wall of burning anticipation to have and wealth is love and warmth that's filled with security and reminds you that no mater what it will be okay?
why haven't we evolved to that, maybe..
in the beginning its always best.. where we don't know these things to have that feeling
of having the latest mobile phone or the latest new fashionable top.. maybe that's just our
society.. ?

sad sing along

wondering why,she cant see me, my eyes are just as real as hers
walking right through another world, noone can here, noone was told
and so i cry, im so surprised theres so much more tears to come

so i walk it off, i look at the sky and it seems so rough
its filled with storys that were told
and sad sing alongs
oh the sad sing alongs

there had to of been a time were you new, questioned it and saw it threw
i see your face, its not your face i us to see.. that i want to see
look at me please look at me and tell me you still love me

so i walk it off, i look at the sky and it seems so rough
its filled with storys that were told
and sad sing alongs
oh the sad sing alongs