colour schemes.

Feelings of being beautiful
taken away
always on the outside
wishing I could be
something better.

Make shift memories
skewed visions of reality
I thought I could
I thought I was different.

Moments hit
time pending bruises
never totally giving up
their colour schemes.

Waiting for me to realize
waiting for me to
step inside
and finally shed
the weight.

mirror images.

Wrong sides of time
awkwardly waiting
for warning signs.

Always watching
word for word
they
mouthed your thoughts
back to you
perfectly
from
across the room.

Heart beats
set into a
panic,
backbones
pushed inside
corners.

Bodies
sliding further
down,
endless
staircases...

Visions are fading,
memories interchanging
until
the light
floods in again...

Waking you up
with
damp faces
and
blank stares.

Ghost Horses.

Broken horses
endless
long
winding
trails.

Time elapsed
in your
thought
process
distant
obsessions
come
to
light.

Truth
erodes
in the
form
of old rust
on fences.

Left behind
undesired
by
the sunlight.

Only visible
to those
riding
ghost horses,
broken horses...

Galloping
through
the streams
and hallow
paths.

Hiding
under
stairwells.

Feelings of
being
invisible

Lost in the
masses
of the
ivory
tower.

Beneath it all
questions ponder
a meaning
or purpose
a secret
desire.

Leaving traces
behind...
memories
living inside minds...
wanting someone
to remember
we existed...

Our intentions
shaped us
all for
unknown
reasons.

Always pretending
we believed
in something.

Heart broken
thoughts
imprisoned
only...

The sadness comes
from knowing that
i never loved you
it was all in my head...

Not a great fairy tale
to pass on
for generations.

A false reality
excepted our fate
to be apart...

Wondering
souls
lost in
the shadows.

False Realities....

We all wanted to pretend
that we were something more...
laughing...
smiling...
kissing...
under the stars.

presumptuous situations
obvious intentions
heart beats
racing
until
the sun rises again...

left alone
our minds
wonder
great distances.

Thinking time...
thinking moments are real...
I was just an illusion.

saturday night. (09.05.11)

unexplained bruises.
the loss,
or recollection.
an excuse
to stay in bed
again.

I had so much
to say
under my breath
as you walked
away...

cold thick air.

House's all aligned on fire,
follow me there.
maybe someday
you too
will rise to the occasion.

A soft embrace
of cold thick air.
Deep cold breaths
inhaled.

A bare scarce road
to afraid to move past
the dead end signs.

I thought
I saw you there
once.

Make sure they know
I believed in you...

Perfection... (01.19.09)

Seeking perfection..
Desperately seeking perfection..
I have lost myself in the shuffle..
alone in my room 
I sit and anticipate
the madness to start all over again...

My heart broke once
I heard it shatter
one million pieces
separated and scattered.

 I dream at night and wake up in a panic..
heart pounding
thoughts racing
check the time..
fuck....
this nightmare is a reality.

I wore my mask to protect you..
don't hurt me..
keep my safe..
don't be as scared as I am.
because I couldn't love you anymore..
than I do now. i do now.

Bored with a broken heart. (03.15.09)

Running through my mind 
all the time
looking back, take a breath, jump in
brain enclosed
no one knows
how long it took to get here
heart pounding.............
eyes closed..
face damp
cheeks like dams
catches your fear
keeps me safe from danger..eyes closed..
face damp
cheeks like dams
catches your fear
keeps me safe
from danger..

Best. Weekend. Ever....

BOY TANK

THANKSGIVE'R

BEST WEEKEND EVER

SITTING ON THE STREET 

DRINKING CEASERS

PRETENDING, REALIZING

NOTHING MATTERS

EXTERNAL, INTERNAL

HAPPINESS DISCOVERED

SEVEN DOLLAR'S, HOMELESS PARTNERS

BANJO'S STRUMMING

TATTOO'S OF ANCHORS

VODKA, WHISKEY...

SHOTS OF JAGER

PEEING IN THE BED

CAUSES GAGGERS

SPILLING OUT ON WALMART STREET...

YOU ARE WHO I WANT TO BE AROUND

FOREVER...VODKA, WHISKEY...

SHOTS OF JAGER

PEEING IN THE BED

CAUSES GAGGERS

SPILLING OUT ON WALMART STREET...

YOU ARE WHO I WANT TO BE AROUND

FOREVER...

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MINDS MANIPULATING

MANIFESTING INTO THOUGHTS

OUTSIDE OF OUR OWN HEAD

LEAVING OUR BODIES

CONSUMED AND STRANDED.