Monday, February 21, 2011
Boulevard of Broken Dreams
I walk alone. I walk alone. Its almost dark. There is an antique color over everything, like it's all dead and there is no hope for anything fresh and new. I make my way down a crowded sidewalk. No one notices me. I am invisible to them. I walk alone. We are in the middle of nowhere. I don't know why I'm walking or where I'm walking. I just keep going. Its cloudy and cold. The windows on the only building for miles are shattered and the building is falling apart. I try to talk to someone, but they don't even acknowledge my presence. I walk completely alone. There are no trees, no grass, no flowers. No hope. Just tumble weeds rolling across the frozen desert that spreads forever in every direction. The only thing I can do is keep walking down this road. No dreams to make my reality. Just dirt and pavement. No purpose, just existing in a broken state. Eventually every last person is far behind, out of view. Its only me. A car drives past and I don't even look up, I have already accepted my fate. The driver doesn't even slow his speed anyways. I am still a nobody. A disposable grain of sand. I walk alone. I walk alone.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Thinking About You;)
I'm thinking about you like oreos think about milk. Like cars think about driving. I'm thinking about you. I'm thinking about you like keys think about typing. Like keys think about unlocking. Like keys think about playing. I'm thinking about you like eyes think about seeing. Like seeing thinks about knowing. I'm thinking about you like death thinks about life. Like a caring husband thinks about his wife. I'm thinking about you like I'm thinking about the next words to type. Like valentine lovers think about romance. Like skin thinks about touch. I'm thinking about you like an unfocused teen can't think of anything to write next because all she can think about is YOU. I'm thinking about you like a swimsuit thinks about summer. Like mondays think about sweats. Like a runner thinks about the finish line. I'm thinking about you like my lungs think about air. Like a skater thinks about getting air. I'm thinking about you like Lady Gaga thinks about being unique. Like you're thinking about someone else. I'm thinking about you.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Direct Orders
Rock out like you made it. rock out like your invincible. like its finally summer so you can put the top down on your car. like a gay guy just told you your outfit is amazing. rock out like your on top of the world. like your alive. like there is no sadness tomorrow. like you have achieved your goal. rock out like its all over. rock out like you have a love that lasts forever. rock like your a unicorn and you just found a giant pencil sharpener. like you can finally breath. like you know the meaning of your life. rock out like a crayon with a new coloring book. rock out like he loves you. rock out like there is one less hungry mouth to feed. like its your birthday. like you know the answer. rock out like you found a money tree. rock out like your favorite song through your new speakers. rock out like you've made a difference. rock out like you've saved a life. rock out like a double chocolaty chip frap has just been handed to you when you were having a bad day. like someone found your lost Camero. rock out like you're a rock. rock out like your rocking out. rock out like that thing in the back of your mind will work out and everything will be ok. rock out like last friday night. rock out like you have nothing you need to do today. like no one saw that really embarrassing thing you just did. like the pain is over. like you just got your braces off. rock out like your the only girl in a room full of attractive RMs. Rock out like you just found out tomorrows a minimal day!
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