January 2010
13 posts
daddy please i miss you
daddy please why did you go
daddy i’m so scared
daddy i’m not ready to let go
daddy what scares me the most
is the thought of seeing you again
i was that quiet boy who knew too much. painted my nails. in love with radiohead, the shins & daft punk. sat with my head bowed. liked to wear ties.
i am jacks precooked words
hammerset by spacesareoverrated...
click back the hammer
reset
your mind swingset two four eight oh eight handclap
time is a man made perception of truth
only people set in four four
your one certain six set choose to follow
are what define spirit
beat that
metaphysically physical
usually
always
pulling us down
some people make a choice
choice
to fill lungs with perception some light up to forget the growing pain
but...
tonight i wanna cuddle and fall asleep. then wake...
(via lucidreamz)
my friend dario.... →
December 2009
10 posts
the guitarist is a friend of mine.
too tired for original
graceaurora:
Name: Robin Tumblr Name: littlewoodenboy Nicknames: Pip, Queen of the inflatable penguins, little wooden boy, Bug Birthday: june 15th Location: Narnia Current school/job: Artist/Musician/Free Thinker/Messiah Sexual orientation: Yes. Status: complete Random fact about yourself: i make things with stuff and people Hobbies/Interests: scribblin’. playin the blues. caberet....
“Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo,
Aureli pathice et cinaede Furi,
qui me ex...”
– Catullus 16
50 THINGS
spacesareoverrated:
here are fifty things about me
there is no i
home is where the heart is
she is my home
chivalry is a zombie
definite statements are just generalizations by insecurities
stuff is the blood of the universe
capital letters
respect is pointless
humans are selfish
humans are selfless
i love you
in each black_+-white photograph a truth is hidden
life is in the...
November 2009
6 posts
home
all you need is love in a world where love was just hot cocoa and cuddling in sweaters (isn’t that enough for you punk) don’t you feel at home don’t you feel at home here where everyone is what you really see and love and is what the public perceives simply is where hot cocoa and cuddling in sweaters is the last chance at a romance with the bite marks we crave and all i can see...
“Come-on to Ani DiFranco
I want a hard girl to be soft to me,
you want a soft...”
– Craig Arnold
tired
i’m sick of this.
countless sticky fumblings in the backseat of
daddy’s car
pointless new experiences each brand new
in the same way
i’m tired of this
pretending pretensions
between you and me that
you’re still who you think you are
and i’m still too dumb to notice
you’re sick of me
sick of that provided stereotype
that is all the world can see of...
heart
dress me in your faded heart
soft and fraying like
the bell bottoms and
back pockets of
those old jeans
the ones he bought you
back in that summer
when life was simply sunlight
and love was simply holding hands
dress me in your faded heart
the initials of each half forgotten lover
etched into your fabric like sharpie ink
like they did that night
idly
when they thought they were...
Crowd Control / afterbright streetlight
they dropped like flies
like the last wasted breath of that cigarette butt held in yellowed fingers
they dropped like flies from trembling fingers
you are the lizard brain muscle response
grasp out a frantic S.O.S to the outside
you are
each strangled cry
frost up the late night windows of
our young lovers
starry eyes
seek the constellations
but they are all
crossed my heart and hope
...
