Sunday, May 27, 2012

Million Miles an Hour

“There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It's like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction--every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and excitement at about a million miles an hour.” 

-Sylvia Plath

Monday, May 21, 2012

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

"Dust"- A Poem

I have no words for you
And that is saying something
Every time I see you it’s just dust
The kind that you can’t ever
Seem to clean away
Or the kind that gets in your eyes
So you can’t see straight
Or even think straight for that matter.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

"I Met Up With The King" by First Aid Kit

I met up with the king
He confessed his body was burning
I met up with the king
His body had begun to rot
And he said don't think less of me
I'm still the same man I used to be

But no one believed him
No one believed him

I once knew a pretty girl
And she was in love with the world
And she loved a young man
Who loved her body but never saw her mind
He took everything she had kept
And then he took everything else that was left

But no one believed her
No one believed her

I feel just like the king
As I fall on the muddy ground
I feel just like you gal
There's people thinking
They know something now
Well I don't know anything at all
And we mean nothing to history
Well thank God

So tell me do you believe me?
Do you believe me?
I bet you don't
I bet you won't

Sunday, May 13, 2012

"Thunderstorm"- A Poem

My heart is the one storm you can’t conquer
The one bridge you can’t cross
What happened? Feet got tired
Spring is coming don’t lose your grip
(I need you more than my brain lets me believe)
And yesterday you smelled of hope
And grass in the summer
You reminded me of that book I love
With the happiness machine
And the dying but living section for the dreamers…
But that stubborn voice is telling me you’ll hurt me
I’ve lived while dying only once
I couldn’t really take the feeling
Of loads of emptiness (not too much pain)
Just lightness (the bad kind that is
disguised as darkness)
I don’t think you’d do that to me
But something is telling me
You are capable of it.