I've made friends with irony,

and I wonder if perhaps, I'm hanging with the wrong crowd.
it would be so nice if something made sense for a change.

I will be with you when you lose your breath,
Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left.
With some pretty, bright and bubbly terrible scene.
That was doing her thing on your chest.

I don't scratch my head unless it itches
and I don't dance unless I hear some music.
I will not be intimidated. That's just the way it is.

everyone wants to be the sun that lights up your life.
but i'd rather be your moon, so i can shine on you during your darkest hour
when the sun isn't around.

We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are.
We just are, and what happens just happens.

Besides, the darker the walls, the brighter the sky outside.

the stars lean down to kiss you
i lie awake and miss you.

Rule number one is, don't sweat the small stuff.
Rule number two is, it's all small stuff.

Go sob in your bed. If life is twice as pretty once you're dead, then send me a card.
I'm still the optimist, though it is hard when all you want to be is in a dream

i wake up lonely, and go to bed the same way.

we're strangers, we're not friends. i hate this and i hate them.
this city's exhausted and it's wound up, soon to be a place that's just filled up.

I packed my bags with less things than we hold in a conversation,
if that's even possible.

Leave me alone. Tonight, I just wanna stay home.
I've got a darkness that I have to feed.
I've got a sadness that grows up around me like a weed.
And I'm not hurting anymore, I'm just spiraling in.

don't give up, okay? i know you've been hurt, i know how it feels. believe me, i do.
but the feeling will pass. the tears will stop fallin. your heart will heal itself.
i promise you it will, so hold on. don't letgo, don't lose hope because i promise
you'll find someone who will treat you right the way he never did.
someone who will never ver leave you, the way he did.
he'll be worth the wait, so hang ing there because i love you and i want you to be happy.

want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore
except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless
and I know it's not cheap. Probably not even real.

There ought to be a place to go when you can't sleep or you're tired
of getting drunk and the grass doesn't work anymore,
and I don't mean go on to hash or cocaine,I mean a place to go besides death
that's waiting and a love that doesn't work anymore.

i'll forget the world that i knew, but i swear, i won't forget you.

If I could hear the echoes from five years back, they would join me in accord,
because I've been saying the same thing for years now:
"Things are going to have to change in the morning."

Soft spoken with a broken jaw. Step outside but not to brawl.
Autumn's sweet, we can make it fall.
I'll make it to the moon if I have to crawl.

some people can just move on, you know.
they mourn and cry and then they're down with it or at least appear to be.
but to me, i don't know. i didn't want to fix it; i didn't want to forget it.
it wasn't something that was broken, it was just something that happened.
and i'm finding ways, everyday of working around it.
i'm respecting and remembering it, but i'm getting along wiht my life at the same time

I'd be lying if I said your name never came up,
and I'd be thinking of just how I'd like to cash my days in now.
And all I ever do is think of yesterday

If I could fold myself away like a card table, a concertina or a Murphy bed, I would.
But I wasn't made that way.

You favourite colour is that of red wine,
which brings me around to your favourite pasttime.

If everyone placed their problems in a pile,
we would be in a rush to grab back our own.

I don't remember when jumping on the bed stopped being fun,
but I dream of returning to such carefree days

Sometimes we go along with the crowd. I understand now,
it was never really about me or you.
It was the longing for a security in social status or friends with beautiful hair.
I wish I could've been enough.

Think of me what you will, but before you do, don't.

i guess the reason i think i'm nothing is because no one's ever fought for me.
i believe that if i was really truly worth it, that somewhere along this road,
someone would've fought for me to stay, but instead, i always wound up walking away.

i think im going to start putting my creative writing poems on here.

I wanted it to be you.

I wanted it to be you so badly.

tell me i'm not making a mistake. tell me that you're worth the wait, that you are always going to be here.
make me believe that i am making the right decision by still holding on.
show me that you are still going to be around to catch me i fall."

everytime i think everything is going really well, i mean, i try really hard - it all fucks up.
and i think that maybe i'm just one of those people that doesn't deserve to be happy.

all i know is you don't just give up on people like that.
this was an all or nothing deal and you gave me nothing.
but i gave you everything. all of me.

these are things that i don't understand: how infinite is space, and who decides your fate.
why everything will dissolve into sand. how to avoid defeat, when truth and fiction meet.
why nothing ever turns out the way you plan.

If you're planning to let me go today.
make sure you'll never come back tomorrow.

I am tired now from the inside out
And nothing can stop the war that I've started with myself.

Some things are meant to be broken
but i won't settle for being one of them.

it's the heavy combo of youth, tequila and well...you know.

a little sincerity is a dangerous thing
and a great deal of it is fatal

rights of passage and shadows on the sun.

I had become overly comfortable with myself.
So much that anyone else would have felt like an intrusion

memory can change the shape of a room, it can change the color of a car and memories can be distorted.
they're just an interpretation, they're not a record and they're irrelevant if you have the facts.

if i had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense.
nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't. and contrary wise, what is,
it wouldn't be and and what it wouldn't be, it would. you see?

as soon as you start to have romantic feelings for someone, you're fucked.
you and this person are going to hurt one another. even if you are together for the rest of your life,
you're going to feel indescribable pain. when you're in, no matter how deep, you're in.

The world will always be beautiful in one way or another
and the people you meet will always have a story to tell.
So look past your glorious backyard and look towards the horizon - find that sleepy everyday magic

You've got too much to wear on your sleeves

At the end of the day I want to be able to fall asleep
knowing that our lives intertwined in a way only we can understand.

 Later on, when I tried to imagine how I might have ruined things,
that would occur to me - that I'd so rarely resisted, that I hadn't made it hard enough for him.
Maybe it was like gathering your strength and hurling your body against a door you believe to be locked,
and then the door opens easily - it wasn't locked at all - and you're standing looking into the room,
trying to remember what it was you thought you wanted.

 I have no idea how he knows when I need him. We can go weeks without speaking.
And then, when my blue moods threaten to turn black, he will show up and tell me my moods are
azure, indigo, cerulean, cobalt, periwinkle. And suddenly, the blue will not seem so dark,
more like the color of a noon-bright sky. He brings the sun.

You fell in love with someone because of the tilt of his smile, or because he could make you laugh,
or in this case, because he made you believe you were the only one who could save him.

 I want a trip inside your head, spend the day there,
hear the things you haven't said, see what you see.
I wanna hear you when you call, do you feel anything at all?
I wanna see your thoughts take shape and walk right out.

I'm not wishing anymore
I'm not writing songs for you
I sleep better in the dark.

The night smells like december
And we're deep under covers
Seeking out what could be better than all the money in the world.
My blood aches from trying to make you appear
It's an awful sight to just see me in the mirror

We're not the same, dear, as we used to be.
The seasons have changed and so have we.
There was little we could say, and even less we could do
To stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you.
We bury our love in the windsory grave
Along came the snow, that was all that remained.
But we stayed by its side as the days turned to weeks
And the ice kept getting thinner with every word that we'd speak.

you speak the language of the breeze,
all your leaves were meant for me.

I can't promise I'll fix all your problems but I can promise you won't have to face them alone.
Here's to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in a square hole,
the ones who see things differently.
They're not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status quo.
You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can't do is ignore them, because they change things.
They push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius,
because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, and are the ones who'll do it.

You're all that I hoped I'd find in every single way
and everything I could give is everything you couldn't take.
'Cause nothing feels like home, you're a thousand miles away
and the hardest part of living is just taking breaths to stay.

if it makes you happy, it can't be that bad.
every part of me surrenders at the sound of your name

and it's hard to want to stay awake
when everyone you need, they all seem to be asleep

I'm trying to grasp concepts of your dimensions
while my universe is laced around your finger

give me a time and a place and i'll be there
i swear i'm falling from the front to the back of your mind
let's write this one again with words we never say

for a lack of a better word
all i said was goodnight
once again

and if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again
and you can tell me how vile I already know that I am

because things change and friends leave
and life doesn't stop for anybody

all i want  is a little more than i'll ever get.

there is always one person you love who becomes that definition
it usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually
this is the person who unknowingly sets the template
for what you will always love about other people

i am a jumble of passions, misgivings, and wants
it seems that i am always in a state of wishing and rarely in a state of contentment

i remember i kept thinking that i know you never would
and now i know i want to kill you like only a best friend could
everyone's caught on to everything you do

i know better than anyone
what happens when you get attached

feel like every chance to leave
is another chance i should have took
every minute is a mile
and i've never felt so hollow

i'll tell you this
people don't fall in love with what's right in front of them
people want the dream
what they can't have
the more unattainable, the more attractive

 i don’t remeber when the boys first started to walk away with parts of me in their hands

 i  would watch the worst movie in the world with you if you wanted.

everything is magic until it becomes routine.

i wanna remember to remember to forget you forgot me.

you only love him because you fear he's the only one that will ever love you.

 blame it on a simple twist of fate.

we want a band that plays loud and hard every night, that doesn't care how many people are counted at the door. that would travel one million miles and ask for nothing more than a plate of food and a place to rest. they'd strike chords that cut like a knife. it would mean so much more than t-shirts or a ticket stub. they stop at nothing short of a massacre. everyone would leave with a memory that there was no plave else in the world and this was where they always belonged. we woud dance like no one was watching, with one fist in the air. out arena just basements and bookstores across an underground america. with this fire we could light, just gimme a scene where the music is free.

"we are the ones who take this thing called music and line it up with this thing called time. we are the ticking, we are the pulsing, we are underneath every part of this moment. and by making this moment our own, we are rendering timeless. there is no audience. there are no instruments. there are only bodies and thoghts and murmurs and looks. its the concert rush to end all concert rushes, because this is what matters. when the heart races, this is what it's racing towards."

sometimes someone says something really small and it just fits right into this empty place in your heart.

but like all dreams, i'm afraid this can't last forever.

i don't want to get over you. i guess i could take a sleeping pill and sleep at will,
and not have to go through what i go through. i guess i should take prozac, right,
and just smile at somebody new. somebody not too bright bt sweet nd kind,
who would try to get you off my mind. i could leave this agnoy behid,
which is just what i'd do if i wanted to but i don't want to get over you.

enjoy everything, need nothing.

but the truth is, if i could be with anyone,
it'd still be you.

your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts
and you are the slave to your emotions

last night i had a dream
that we were inseparably entwined

you're the echoes of my everything
you're the emptiness the whole world sings at night

"When people walk away from you, let them go. Your destiny is never tied to anybody who leaves you,
and it doesn't mean that they are bad people. It just means that their part in your story is over."

So sing to me your darkest secrets, time to leave behind your
regrets before we get lost in a blink of an eye.

a lie is always a lie
no matter how beautifully told

We're not the same dear, as we used to be.
The seasons have changed and so have we.

One day, his name just didn't make me smile anymore

we are the makers of music
and the dreamers of dreams

I hate how I don't talk to you for a longtime.
And then out of nowhere you just start talking to me again.
As if nothing happened and then I slowly fall for you all over again.

i think everybody needs a place to go when things become too much
a place where the world is the way you want it to be
and if you had a choice, its how you would’ve created it

we read and write poetry because we are the human race
and we are full of passion

You've got enemies? Good.
That means you stood up for
something in your life.

Memories were fine, but you couldn’t touch them, smell them, or hold them.
They were never exactly as the moment had been, and they faded with time.

You taught me how to love, and for as long as I live that’s how I’ll remember you.

Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there,
to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson,
or to help you figure out who you are or who you want to become.
You never know who these people may be, but when you lock eyes with them,
you know at that very moment they will affect your life in the most profound way.

Life is about change. Sometimes it’s painful, sometimes it’s beautiful, but most of the time it’s both.

its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last
stone crumbles, wood rots, people, well, they die
but things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend
they can go on and on