fucking blargh

red roses and red ribbons
such pretty names

but what is in a name. asked juliet. if a rose were to be named by any other would it still not smell so sweet she asked. no it would not. for the name was giving for a rse..

broken sentences and broken thoughts. shards of a whole that i cant glue back. im out of glue.

someo ne help me please i think ive droped my glasses. i cant see beyond my hands.
ive become blind with grief sorrow happyniess joy bordem anger and awe in the same instant
is this possible.

to have never tried is the same as failing is it not. only it has no possibility of victory.

i see red i see blue i see me and i see you
but were not in the same picture you and i
you are red and i am blue. separate pictures and separate places
i should be winning these races. rhyming for the sake of rhyme
timing for the sake of time. color for the sake of color. uncontrolled thoughts of a controlled body
this chaos may spill into my body if i do not subdue it now. but im not sure i want to. it feels terrible but i must have more. more to kill me forever more. stealing rhymes and line and times.
healing rhymes with peeling and sealing. peeling and sealing this pain off of my heart
and putting it to words. words on a screen of white and green. the insane thoughts of a insane heart and mind. does heaven have a place for my kind. i wish to go but i dont think i can
backspaces are for pussies who are unsure of what they say. keep writing to your fingers fall off.
talking to my self on a blog like this. i can hit the delete button at anytime but i dont want to. i want some one to help me but i cant ask now. i wish someone would tell me everything will be alright. maybe an i love you frome my parents at lesat once. for them to be proud of me at lesat one time. am i such an awful person. i guess i am i do nothing right. i try to stay calm but i cry. crying and crying thats all i ever do typing and typing and escapeing and escaping repeating reality with my minds own spin. periods and commas and question marks. rhyimgin and rhyiming and mispelling marks. listening and listneinig to but nevery realy listening. this is the worst post ever.

i hope you enjoyed reading it =D D=

red roses are pretty

Slow down this is slippin' trough my mind.
My mind is runnin' outta gas just relax.
This situation leaves me outta breath.
I only think about her, must get to her, cannot lose her.

fcpremix, the fall of troy


so i started a new blog when i had the idea of copy and pasting certain sentences from song lyrics to make poems.

ill put regular poems in here too of course because after i switched back to windows i lost all my poetry i wrote on those text files. i was kinda pissed but w.e.


I wash it down, just to block out all the sound.
Who the hell was I kidding?
It's probably better off that way.
You look so content, I guess the bright side hasn't found me yet.

scary kids scarying kids. the only medicine. ^







your graceful stare
your quiet strides
my world collides
and i dont care