(written 3/2/18) My eyes are tired Her love expires Let's settle for less and call it a day My arms are falling The blanket's calling Tomorrow sounds so good anyways We all need a break From breaking apart From taking a chance From making a dance up I wanna withstand the terror But the pillow … Continue reading Poem: Pillow Knows Better
Pessimism, growing in enemy territory So explain, why you're here cultivating She replied, enemies aren't the ones who stab your back But I got your back If only fate was picking sides But no one gets an easy ride Some people are getting younger Some people die of hunger Some people die of hunger Apothecary, … Continue reading Poem: Pocket Apothecary
These are 'lyrics' that only exist in my head. Written in 2009, these are my first lyrics ever: I bled for you, I died for you I crew for you, I lived for you I killed for you, to make you safe I bled for you, to keep you safe There’s one problem, we can’t … Continue reading Lyrics: Interview with the Vampires
Dragged down by another night Drowning in the sight of your eyes Caressing my soul one more time Not anymore, evermore Walking down another tightrope Were you turned off by the lack of risk? Do you wanna take the boredom back Forever more, evermore.. To wish this moment never came Amongst the rest But nevertheless … Continue reading Poem: Face of the Universe
We ended up spending three more days at Yosemite. I didn't enjoy the second half as much though because we didn't have much planned as compared to the first half. Some pictures from Yosemite taken on my camera before it died: Crossing the river through this tree was a little riskier than last time, given … Continue reading Meaning
Here's a general idea of what I spent most of my time in middle and high school on. It's about when I wrote 1000+ lyrics for an imaginary band in my head.
[11/26/16] I feel the numbness carry in An uninvited guest within Beating slower and slower I become the mannequin Floating to the river bed The sheets become my closest friends I pick the warmest one To join me to the end I feel dumb Going numb Am I really improving Or am I getting used … Continue reading Write Me Off (The Difference)