hearts in my pocket

your blog goes nicely with a cup of coffee
and my morning cigaret
this fantasy world i live in,
no more.

your blog sits on my computer screen
while my lungs constrict and my eyes swell
as my brain pulses of our memories.
confined to my dorm here is reality

hollow

first snowfall of the season
i'm equip with my hot apple cider
but empty of your hand in mine,


come home to me.

asphyxiation

someone wise told me to always give what you get
giving 100 % and getting 50 only leaves you half full.
find something new to match,
or revise my ways?

no one gets out alive

you sing me a slow song, and i'll drive you crazy

there's just enough fuel in this tank and power left on my ipod to bring me back to you
i'd drive for miles, ignoring the speed limit, to hold you straight through the night
keep you warm and feed you until you were stuffed, anything to see you smile one last time.

the brain left in my skull keep my feet planted.
my senses are fading and my smile is growing,
i'm counting the days

abort

if you left it up to me i'd take a sledge a hammer to these walls, these posters, these frames capturing these memories, this isn't me, you can't confine me, i was never meant for this institution, i wont be here long. I lay in bed awake. I'm so cold, play my music louder, shut up. Rip these posters off the wall. You were once my favorite band. Who are you now? Who are you to me? On how many other teenager's walls do you hang? What life do you lead? Get out. Break down the walls and fly away to Europe, I'll make a few stops first. My back hurts. I've had enough of this. I'm done. You've infected me, and I wont forgive you if you leave. The funeral on shuffle. beautiful. I'll finish this up now, try to rest. I'm restless but in dire need of sleep, a familiar sight to you, I'm sorry. Let us suffer together, I know of a cure, but I can't be sure .. I can't be sure.

at every occasion I'll be ready for a funeral

on and on

its weird, so weird, all i want is a camera, and backpack full of treasures and clothes, and to travel this world, and you by my side, and change in my pocket, and weightless shoulders, and to go no where in life, but we'll have it all.

out of place

I man my post at this picnic table
the man walks his dog, we exchange nods, and he'll carry on
this has become a routine between bench-girl and dog-man
it didn't take long for us to litter this table with paraphernalia of todays generation
i'll sit here until the sunsets and the sprinklers come on
there's no grass here, the ground is littered with cigaret butts
attempts to fill the voids of those empty days

is this what college is?
cause i'm got getting my intended education.
i know you're not proud.
i'm not here for me.
i wont be here for long