reality

I pretty much love my mom with all my heart. I can't wait until she's free from the clutches of marriage. I've missed her.

jeez It's pouring outside... good thing I have no classes tomorrow. The roof's just drumming away... Rhythmic weather patterns, nice.

I'm working on a cover from Brand New, wont tell you which ;) and a little something I made up myself, which should be done soon.

who am i even talking to? .sigh.

done is done

there's no try, but i'm trying

looking past what's left inside
much less than more, it's possible
to end what's been had before, leave but a fossil.

this is just like your first swim, (dive in)
the new water feels strange at first, i know.
a new face, windows shut with a lock
be a part of it and die. but never try.

the rocket waiting to launch,
the countdown lost in a series of modular knobs and light
this rock floats through space, a waste.

I've never felt so good

when the past has passed on
when will i let go..........

i wish i knew.

A dream, and a show.

This is the first dream;

Stored beneath sheets blue and warm
flies an angel of the night time life.
Once golden bright with new world's in sight,
Now with eyes full of white lines and dim light.

Realize, it's beside my own.
Another queen of equal acidity dances blindly as well
never thinking to ask why..
I think my heart's losing its mind
(or is it my mind that's lost heart?)

I wake up, peel the sheets and
there's a new text staring back at me.
My worst days start with you, a message of the least importance
Tell me why the fuck it's that important?!

We used to be lovers, if not good friends
but it's under these covers, a new love begins......

These pillows seem to know my name....

(Dream number two)
So real
So true
With me, there's you.
A ballet laced with mescaline.
Our bodies trailing in the moonlit night as three
owls sang our song so right
The clothing donned upon arrival had melted off in a boil.
I felt like glue in front of you
captured by your gaze while our muscles did all the work.

Hour-long showers
escaped, each other's towers.

For a while I was nothing,
alone, but not yet tired.

I heard you there before the knock and I knew you weren't alone.
"Put some clothes on," I thought
"This isn't one of your parties"
In this tower, a heart was stolen and
the thief, in this case, even said

"thank you i appreciate it"

I woke up. Fuck today.......

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I also went to Michael and Triston Palma. sucky night, good reggae..