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    Sunday, February 18th, 2007
    11:09 pm
    In sadder times than this
    I've looked to familiar faces
    and seen only empty eyes

    to live in a world of echos
    is to sound the same
    over and over again

    and yet I tell myself
    a new truth of lies
    to feel brand new another day

    it is a road I've walked
    1,000 times before
    without a map
    11:01 pm
    Karma rich and pretty
    inside
    to you and to me
    laugh
    razor short hair
    soft
    drug filled nights
    forgotten
    high school ikea bed
    uncomfortable
    pretending to be something else
    laughable
    sweet music of an angel
    tranquil
    books of the ages
    seductive
    body to body
    lies
    10:57 pm
    In wilted skin
    I've laid next to you
    and watched your body move
    in futures past
    of one mans eye
    a softness lays
    so fragile in love
    tenderness shows
    in darker shadows
    I am with you
    as hand to chest
    as breath to life
    today I am
    what I never was yesterday
    and what you never will be
    in a lifetime and a half
    too souls
    of two forms
    to begin life the next day
    in different lights
    of new mornings
    10:53 pm
    in neck lines
    curve of young passion
    a sweet seduction
    of tongue to lips to mouth
    in dark nights
    as teeth graze
    along pulsed skin
    to lust
    of heavens scent
    consuming all of me
    to love
    to destroy
    Wednesday, January 17th, 2007
    3:01 pm
    2 parts
     two parts of a life
    have I seemed to miss out

    the one I had
    and the one I'd left behind

    two paths diverged on a city street
    and I turned and walked away

    the only times I'd turn back
    are all the wasted ones
    Sunday, January 14th, 2007
    2:37 am
    it's been a good day
    of strawberry lips
    and sweet winter winds

    We all spoke to each other
    like life long friends
    and smiles played on our faces

    A good day
    is nothing in mind
    like the memory of 1,000 others

    It too shall pass
    2:30 am
    To tell the truth
    in forms of a lie
    I'd say I never thought of you
    in the passing of time
    on nights like dark ones like these
    when the evening light
    fades into the past

    of silence
    in spoken words
    over loud noise
    and deep in thought
    we stood side by side

    I remember you
    in the finer moments of our past
    where nothing would come of nothing
    but moments in memory form
    that I exploit now
    as fondness and regret.

    what does time do to us
    when we're too proud to admit
    that we've let it all go
    and grown from our experiences
    without ever really moving on

    or at least that's where I am
    on nights like this
    when I wish you were on that couch
    and I sat there too
    cigarette dangling
    guitar strumming
    silence of a golden memory
    built to so much

    How can you ever relive
    something that's already dead...
    Monday, September 11th, 2006
    12:58 am
    to touch between your heart and your mind would be devine. A passionate kiss of two unknown lovers in the dark of night. A lip to tongue to soul to mind. The dream in my mind is all too real and beautiful that I wonder if it's a dream at all. My hand goes out and touches your warm skin but I still don't understand. To long for love and passion is all I know of love. A sweet taste I tongue on my lips late at night. And I lick my sweet loves neck to know no reality but this one. My head spins in confusion. Is this late night loves fantasy? From heart to mind to body I wonder. Hot breath on an empty pillow leaves no satisfaction. Please fates let this one be different. Let this be real.
    Friday, August 11th, 2006
    12:06 am
    There's always a reason
    for things to come as they will
    to be so real
    is so fake
    and we both know it

    I hear the words you say
    and I hope they are true
    but I know better
    the years have said so
    and you know it too

    Tell me I'm beautiful
    and whisper to me sweet nothings
    I will melt
    like I am supposed to
    but we both know it's not true

    Why can't we just be honest
    and say what's on our mind
    it's not a bad thing
    life won't agree
    but it will be real
    Wednesday, July 26th, 2006
    12:08 am
    Panic
     Panic on the streets of London
    Panic on the streets of Birmingham
    I wonder to myself
    Could life ever be sane again ?
    The Leeds side-streets that you slip down
    I wonder to myself
    Hopes may rise on the Grasmere
    But Honey Pie, you're not safe here
    So you run down
    To the safety of the town
    But there's Panic on the streets of Carlisle
    Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
    I wonder to myself

    Burn down the disco
    Hang the blessed DJ
    Because the music that they constantly play
    It says nothing to me about my life
    Hang the blessed DJ
    Because the music they constantly play


    On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
    Provincial towns you jog 'round
    Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
    Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
    Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
    Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
    Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
    Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
    Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
    Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
    Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
    Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
    Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
    Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
    Hang the DJ

    .................The Smiths - Panic

    Current Music: The Smiths - Panic
    Sunday, July 16th, 2006
    2:32 am
    to turn to you
    in times of trouble
    would be like
    a paper cut
    turning to lemon
    to ease it's pain
    Thursday, June 22nd, 2006
    11:32 pm
    You ask of me
    something I don't know if I can give
    but I will try
    because it's been a long time since I have
    I will put that trust in you
    with a smile I could hear in your voice
    because you asked me to
    to leap only to fall
    but I don't know
    can you stop gravity
    or slow it down
    because my bruises are just beginning to fade
    and I know there's no net
    Tuesday, June 20th, 2006
    4:58 pm
    the fantasy
    from arms length away
    seems more real to me now
    than you
    in a windy breeze
    where my hair falls in my eyes
    I think I hear you calling
    but you're right there
    in sleepy dreams
    the clutch of your warm arms
    fills all the love I could want
    as you snore next to me
    oh what bliss
    we would live in
    and the love we would explore
    if only you were a dream
    Saturday, June 17th, 2006
    9:26 am
    and I watch the waves
    drift back out to the sea
    and I watch myself
    making the same mistakes again
    and drift back out
    to the loneliness beyond
    in an ocean so vast
    where only near the ends
    the storm under the calm shows
    Wednesday, June 7th, 2006
    9:34 pm
    The sound of your voice gives you away
    not you eyes like the eyes of others
    it's in the pause
    where words you don't say live
    it takes a good ear to hear
    but I've trained mine well
    and I know there's something more
    speak a little longer and I'll piece it together
    but you never do
    because you always walk away
    leaving me wanting more
    Sunday, May 14th, 2006
    11:42 am
    when the streets get dark the blue lights shine and the feeling in the air is rotten like the smell in the back alleyway behind the local bar and he stands behind the counter looking out the window and he knows that he is the king of this shit town and the 5 cent hookers with cum on their breath drop their pennies on the table for their one cheap beer and he watches as he stands above them and their eyes don't quite focus and a fumbling hand reaches out to touch his cock in thanks but he's seen this move before and walks back before she even sees. he feeds them food with no taste but it doesn't matter because they're so coated with cigarettes that they can't tell the difference and the dirty glass they chug from is a chalice of the gods. they adore him because he looks from safe behind the counter and in his eyes he doesn't judge but quietly gives them what they need in the late nights of the blue city. he is the king of this shit town and it makes him feel important because it shows him who he could have been. he had a dream once to turn the world around and make everything beautiful but he never thought the world would fight back and the battle was lost because no matter how many tears are cried into dirty glasses this is the life that they know and love and with him looking from the other side the counter they know they're safe.
    Wednesday, May 3rd, 2006
    10:26 pm
    With all your power....
     It's funny
    when life becomes a shade of purple
    that you never expected it to be
    when all you ever saw where greens and blues

    It can't be right
    and you know it too
    but how can you ignore
    something so strange

    It doesn't take a genius
    to see all the things wrong
    in the frame on the wall
    so why do I keep looking?

    life is full of temptation
    from the dawn of time it's there
    and the outcome is always the same
    or it would have a different name

    the echo gets old
    but the colour is so beautiful
    like the song on the hills
    that sing you to your death

    Current Mood: crazy
    Current Music: The Flaming Lips - The Yeah Yeah Yeah Song
    Sunday, April 16th, 2006
    10:51 pm
    A line is there
    between known and not known
    that I never even saw
    until I stood on it

    to me it was not a matter
    of this and that
    but of life in perfect fate
    to unite 2 lost souls

    How foolish I am
    to see beyond the labels there
    and deny the roles we play
    each time our paths meet
    10:48 pm
    to put things into words you'd understand would be impossible
    it doesn't become modern language anymore to speak this way
    only shakespeare could really know the true meaning of it all
    a poem for the voice of the ever bleeding heart
    that's just not popular anymore and no one really gets it
    Friday, April 7th, 2006
    12:08 am
    Sometimes I need
    to look at the pictures
    of you and I
    to remember what it was like
    when you looked at me that way
    to show myself
    that at one time
    long ago
    you saw me that way
    with that glimmer in your eye
    before all the bullshit
    when there wasn't pain
    and we didn't know how things would end

    Sometimes I need
    to trip down memory lane
    and fall flat on my face
    into the shit everything became
    to see where I am now
    in between days of love and loss
    and where hope is now
    in the blind corner
    of my cynical mind
    a world away
    I looked at you that way
    and you looked at me
    and we took a picture
    to last forever
    even though we didn't

    but it was real
    and sometimes I forget that

    Current Music: Coldplay - See You Soon
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