March 2012
42 posts
heads or tails
a simple game of chance
win or lose, fifty-fifty.
its apparent I’m a player of odds, but how do you sway lady? for you to catch my breath.
she was heaven sent, my decision was a fatal mistake.
flipping the coin creates a moment of truth, awaiting the winner is when you truly decide which side to choose.
sad to say most of the time we don’t listen to ourselves. take a look inside...
“Sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whiskey and drive fast on empty streets...”
– Hunter S. Thompson (via hattiewatson)
My dreams
Are stupid and useless.
I swear it never used to be this way.
salvatore
i wann be someone again, someone relevant.
wake me when
I’m strong enough to walk alone
i fear the idea of it terrifies my bones denying reality has been more accordingly
times a waste, wasting without you, you were the only perfect i knew
iletitscaremeaway,iletthevoiceswin.
now regret is a coping mechanism, fueled by neat whiskey (which whispers your name)
nothing more than a little lamb
I dont regret meeting you, i regret not keeping...
beautiful
Oh, and all I can say is I knew you before You were beautiful back then Before you grew up, before you gave in And all I can say is I knew you before You were beautiful back then You could be beautiful again..
Though we are in the same place/ we surely know...
Still waiting for something to reappear.
Pretty positive the rain has washed it all away.
Never to be seen.
Until I close my eyes.
Raping the thoughts.
Being complete, unrest.
Please here me.
Even the brightest lights can’t drown out this shadow.
The apparent whisper runs deep.
I am imaginative.
I have this life. Good by no means.
Great by standards of condition.
Aching for the actions I once suppressed.
Forever scorned.
ex-bearbot:
Goodbye to drugs I’m just gonna live my whole life as a drunk Take apart your friends Take apart your Johnnie Walker Red
Goodbye to sex Wish I could say that I’m sorry to my ex Take apart your head Chew it up and swallow it.
Saturday night
I am forever falling behind.
No one has helped. You have completely given up. As I did to you.
Fuck.
I know I'm not crazy.
I’d be crazy not to feel this way.
You can feel the reason when we lock eyes.
It takes two, I get a bad feeling about it.
My actions will reflect that.
Missing you is all I care to do.
Ihate
Thislifeilead
You can give up anything when you’re...
Imagine
For months I was trying to push you away. Afraid of letting out the real me. Now I see that you shed the only light I have ever seen. I know what I am. Thanks to you.
From self.
Sitting and wondering.
The world has such potential.
As we did. As I do. As you were.
You really are something else.
:(
It’s not the kind of lonesome you think it is.
I just want to know you again.
Have you want the same.
Again.
I don’t think it’s out of this world. Which is why I can’t seem to forget.
I see no purpose in giving up.
I see no face that hasn’t your eyes.
Sick is an understatement.
singing all day
really is fun and honestly keeps me occupied
A constant reminder.
My thoughts constantly trail off into an abyss that i hate.
I flirt back and forth between myself; having a mock convo between myself & I.
Denying the topic doesn’t help change the idea of her.
I wonder what went wrong when I realize I was never right.
Words are meaningless when hearts are involved. A statement I know too well. A statement I finally realize I never valued.
My...
