"Blaine and I love football. Well, Blaine loves football, I love scarfs."
"It's that moment when you know your not a sad story." _________________________ I have sobbed, in the simple joy of my life. I have screamed, having nowhere left to contain my happiness.
(It's been awhile, I must say) _______________________ Slipping, sliding, falling in a state of grace. Green eyes, best memories, worst nights. Trying to forget that pretty face.
It really all comes down to a game of how I put too much cream in my tea. How much I miss you, how much you hate me. The way my throat gets sore, when I have nothing to say.
I know your shy. I know your shy. But I could teach you how to dance. I know I'm a little bit wreck less with my decisions, but I promise I wont get you in trouble.
So I guess you never came. You got on the plane, but my stop was a little far off. I've now lost your gift, and can hardly remember you voice. It's not the nicest feeling. You really had me going.
This is the song 'Same Love' By Macklemore & Ryan Lewis. These are my favorite lyrics right now.
Anxiety gives me no mercy. I'm hoping for you to understand. I'm not sure where your at, or how you should react. My brains been spinning all night.
Her voice seeps into my veins. Those red lips send shives down my spine. The words that turn my brain. The theme to a lifetime. Brooklyn born, tough as New Jersey.
I am done with my break :) It was hard, but I got back on my creative track. _____________________ The Mouse Poem Inspired by Sam Pepper In the early morning, just before the dawn.
Lately I have not been very focused, or inspired. So I shall be taking a little break from opuss and hopefully coming back inspired. I'm not sure how long that will be.
As anyone can tell, I am me. I will never swallow a pill they ask me to take. Though I may stand out to a crowd, I am me. I know I dress a little differently, and my hair is quite pink.
Curly hair, green eyes. Boy you've never heard Elton John. Diamond studded Jesus freaks, Come on, don't be afraid to laugh. You play the drums in my songs, And you let me win the video games.
I'm drowning. boredom is a mad disease. It starts in my brain, goes down to me knees. I'm stuck in this hole. there's nowhere to go. it feels like the worlds caving in me..
#colorchallenge #turquoise And under the water I feel alive. It's as if I'm being held in a cradle of life. All sounds are dulled by the density.
So you've been thinking, it's time to let her go. she dumped you off. left you with a bottle of wine. your over her. you wanna steal our virgin kiss. you wanna leave her in the mist.
And I do love them so. Those big leather boots. Kind of tacky, kind of fresh. Kind of grungy, very durable. Oh man, oh man the places they've been. they've walked through forests, late at night.
I'm saying sorry, ahead of time. I'm going to use you. You'll never read this though. I'll go out, even though its not my thing. just for the alcohol.
It's finally here. that time of year. Jolly poems, and Christmas cheer. My belly's warm of hot cocoa, and my eyes are full of snow. No time to be sad, there's money to spend.
I can't believe this, I've only known you three days. I can't get my brain away from you. lip biting, hand holding. can't wait to see you. Let's do this again, next Saturday night.
#colourchallenge #sepia the color of your eyes has faded away with age and grace your slowly slipping falling in this endless hope your life has gone blunt like a sepia tone has washed over it...
No ones seen much of her lately. she's not into partying, she'd rather drink around a fire. she doesn't dance like regular teenagers. her favorite place is in front of a live band.
and the only thing I can think about is being in a crowd. screaming along to every word that I've had memorized for years.
Finding peace of mind in green. At our highest peak we owned the town. We were in bloom. our lives were rich without money. Everyone in town knew our name. My strum, your drum. Our sound...
Lets all just blow our brains out beside the river. the whom has taken over. life is empty and your a bitch. if we get it right, one bullet will take both of us. or I could be a prostitute.
she's fickle, compulsive. lives on hope for the best. doesn't know where her life is going, but she does play an electric guitar. her diet is microwaved. her lipstick is the perfect bright red.
This is a song my brother wrote that I think is worth sharing~. *****. starring at my beautiful demise. my mind and body ache. blinded by the white light. as this is the last i'll take.
can't we just lay here. we can listen to that record, ya know, the one with that song that changed everything. just slowly drifting into each others minds.
I bet your favorite numbers 13. isn't that every hipsters number. and you thought it was my favorite. why do you think you know me so well. what would 13 even mean to me.
So, today I'm home sick. I'm just not feeling well. But I decided, instead of just wasting away, why not try something a little different. I decided to figure out my average like per Opuss.
I can't stand, anything. except the sound of your voice, running slowly through my veins. I try, not to think about it but I just can't stop myself. no I can't stop myself.
she asked me, "how could you tell.
one day, riding the waves of the street, I met a young boy. I'm not sure If he was human. he was a little funky. his hair was huge, but his bandana held it down.
Mae. darling you are beauty by moonlight. a treasure to the night. red lips, and black eyes. in faded jeans, you own the black sky. I could have sworn, I saw a spark in your eye. let's dance together.
what color are your eyes. I didn't take the time to notice. could they be grey, icy-cold and match mine. or are they brown like my mothers. are they a deeper blue than the depths of the ocean.
hey Maria, the crows told me your name. they say you like to dance and swing, I was wondering if you could teach me how. baby you sing like a mountjoy. is that from your mama's side.
red lipstick and broken mirrors. i would like to fall asleep with you in the sky. but oh no, that would be treason to the gravity down below. your black boots worn.
do you remember the feeling of being alive. you used to dance like no other. together, we were like electric through the night. we would jump and sing. howl all hours of the dark.
Don't let them break you. Don't let them tell you who you are. Doesn't matter where you come from, You'll always have a floor to sleep on.
I leave you, To be held by the ocean. So sweet, So cold. I'm a bad friend. I could never hold on. So I'll entrust your precious elsewhere. I can't hide from air, I know I'll leave. I always do.
She collects vinyl records. And loves blonde hair. She wears black shirts, Always in dark or blue. She's got wild brown hair, Like a movie star in the morning.
Oh little one, Just two more days. I can't wait to meet you, To hold your little hands. Each hour drips by, a little longer than the last. Will you please ease our wait.
And if I were to ever let you go, my life would be at peace. Ha. A funny thought darling. What would I do without a bloody chin. I would probably see through a clear lens, Instead of this blue shade.
We do so spend alot of our lives waiting. Waiting to get married. Waiting for the drugs to wear off. Waiting to have kids. Waiting for the movie to end. Waiting for the moment you wish would never...
I'll listen to a smooth song, But that just makes me sad. I guess I'll go sing into a microphone, And hope you don't know. I'll strum a sour note, One that isn't right, And the world will forget me.
So what if we lay here, And never get up. So what if we stay here, And not earn a buck. We've got the night, and it holds is tight. We've got a half-burnt candle, That'll give us our light.
Just give me some time, To learn how to cry. For now it's just the blues wrapped around my heavy heart. I'll sing you a song You'll know what's it called.
I stumbled through the crowd of punks, and made my way to the bathroom. I checked my hair, I pulled out my scissors and cut off a couple chunks of hair, just to make sure it was choppy.
There he stood, on the stage. He was on the left, a bass guitar hanging over his shoulder. The band was in-between songs. He was screaming "Icky thump.
Green eyes Green eyes I hate she old green eyes Golden eyes Golden eyes You know that I love fools.
My mind is running like a train going too fast. Faster than an airplane.. Prepare for the test drive of "The insomniac diaries" I paint my nails.
I love my hair. I love my small feet. I love the way I dress I love my music taste. I love my almost grey eyes. I love my piercings. I love that I play guitar. Love yourself. Pass it on..
well I don't care, for mushroom soup. I just want a damn bedroom roof. Some Mac N Cheese, will suit me fair. Just let me in, to share your air. I don't want your grandmothers ring.
All I can do, is sit and watch you hurt. I wish I could say something to make it go away. All I can do is hope you make it through. Can't stand the thought of loosing you.
I've been saving this Opuss for a couple weeks now. Saving it for the number 50. I never thought I'd get here. I always thought that no one would like my Opuss' and I'd quit posting.
I know you know. You know my mind. Now sit with me. I'll play you songs. I know you like Bob Dylan. I could play you that. I could make a fire.
"I often wonder, do people like Barack Obama, Newt Gingrich and Mitt Romney fix their own macaroni and cheese. This is a real question I pose.
Uninspired to make a poem. Nothing seems to conger up. But then I read through my dash once more. Oh the amazing poems, the story's, the everything in-between, Every last one.
I guess the train never came. Went off to another land. Left me sitting, wondering, When will I hear that beauty of a voice. When will I give you that present. I've been saving it for months.
Boom. Is that a word I use to much. Probably. It works in many ways for me, Could mean, Truth, Awesome. Whatever. Boom, I really love that word. I love it more than 'rad' . But you wanna know a...
Yksi banaani, Kaksi banaani, kolme banaani, Neljä. En vain jaksa laskea enää. One banana, Two banana, Three banana, Four. I just can't be bothered to count anymore.
I wonder where you head is at Deep in the sea Or above every cloud Last time I checked, Your world was painted green Dead of conversation, these last 2 months I wonder where your head is at.
I've stepped on all seven seas, And wished upon empty hopes. Keeping to my own drawn way, Underneath the deep end is a chest full of gold.
Lights out. Feel around. A fist to the jaw. Smash the bottle. Soft touch of the lips. Hands on hips. Hit the ground. Lights out. Tugs on the hair. Skin to skin. Head pounding. A brush to the wall.
In every warm summer breeze, And every cold sad night, Your voice pulled my hair. While the blues held my heart, I heard every word. With a tune of the mind, And a strum from the heart.
There must be something in the way you call. Cause I dont wanna have to feel at all. I've tripped before and I've fallen before but numbness is a just a broken seal.
Inside this heart of stone, Lay a little metal. Engraved our names, On the fourth of July. Down in the ocean of my mind, A keepsake, Of you, of us. I'll keep it safe. But I need to put it down to...
I am Araya. Uh-Ray-Uh. Or Kurt. I love to scream. I love people to video tape me doing stupid things. I am a discreet attention seeking loser. I love to dye my hair. Red, bleach, blue. I love it.
Numb me with anything. Don't let anyone tell you no. The face of this world, is everything I hate. Keep it away from my house, man. This town is all despise, it's all I want to kill.
You are walking a tightrope over the moon. You are California dreaming. You are the hole in my head. You are glass in the sand. You are the shiver down my spine. You are the angel from my nightmare.
I wish I was there again. There was something comforting there. Something that eased this sleeplessness. I was so safe, but so far from anywhere guarded.
Stars from planet Sixx fell when I saw you. I hope you know I don't deserve, But this is where I'm found. Burnt surrounds your perfect form, And I'm crawling. Dotting around inside your mind.
Daddy works a long day. And when he gets home he don't give you attention, he just sits around smoking on his cigarette. He don't care where you are, just a long as your out of his head.
"We hide away our elderly because they're an inconvenient reminder of where we're all going to end up.
Was going to the drive-in. A sever storm warning came into affect. Had to ditch the idea of spiderman and Ted. There will be no warm summer night for me. No movies under the stars..
I used to pretend I never hit that low. Just pushed it out, pretended it wasn't there. But I realize now, I only did that because I was still in that hole.
I really want to write!. I have nothing poetic to say, but I had an amazing week.
It's 3am I'll be gone tomorrow I can't sleep Don't wanna leave Can't find entertainment Make this night last forever.
Sex and violence has lost it's charm. I need something to amuse. War is boring, it's not enough, I need a shock down to my shoes. Pedophile lust, tortured blood in the dust. Take all you can.
He sips his wine. Setting down his glass, he stands up. Walking around his library, lit only by candles, he hums a song.
I wrote you a letter, And told of all my demons. I'm scared of your reply, But I think I've finally found The one truly gets me. I've been waiting anxiously, all week long.
I'm tired of being untouchable I'm not above the love I'm part of you and you're part of me Why did you go away.
They told me I wouldn't regret it. That'd I'd be so so happy. So I did it.. And all my nerves felt like they were going to explode. My chest hurt and I wanted to sleep. I knew the answer.
Rock & Roll, I've always liked it, Punk, indie, grunge. Nothing makes me dance more. I'd just love for it to pour and pour. It's my one true lover. Every night of my life. The sound makes me coo.
Im in longing. The smell of your cologne, on every piece of clothing I own. Like I can still feel your hands on my hips. Still the sensation of your fingers running through my hair.
Just cuddles and giggles, Nothing serious. But boy you've got a girlfriend, And I should've remembered that.
Your so close my darling. My fingertips are just inches away from yours. I'm so close to having you, So close to being mine. Now if you'll listen, last time will be clear. I won't do it again, I...
I wish someone would tell me "Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear." But I got no one to tell about these tricks, these stupid endless nights. I smile, turn my head, and realize nobody's...
Now I know you "hate" your family, but your only ever gunna have one. Now step-parents may not count, depends on who you are.
I know no one likes my Opuss' ..no one but a few sweet girls, mainly by the name of Bella, and Mckinley... But I enjoy writing on here. Every time I do it's a rock off my chest. I can speak..
Let's pretend it never happened. Or maybe Just say I never listened. Shes only 17, but you know what your doing. "your a prison!" she yelled, that's when I turned my ear.
I am just a kid, from a small Canadian town, who reads rolling stone magazine ritually. After this next piece, I will officially be the worst patriot ever. Sometimes I wish I was American.
I was shopping at the thrift store, and I found the perfect shoes. I tried them on and loved them. My friend said to me "those make you look way more punk." . I froze, was punk a style now.
Cool kids can't cry. Rock-stars should never be sober. Time is never enough. Drugs are hip. Show me your body an I'll be yours (for the night). Don't forget to bring the beer.
Alone. Miss you. Fire in my bone. Shaking limbs. Drifting eyes. Now sleep is a curse, but life is worse. The obtained nicknames of Kiedis, and Kurt. Why does that hurt.
In our days, we'd dance under the moon, and pray to god for rain... Run like ants towards the sun, just cause it's warmth made us feel alive.
Downtown is the place to be, The A&W's down there, same with the train tracks and the thrift store. The neighborhood down there looks nice to the eye..
The sky is pink, orange, yellow and red.The blue is smeared. And clouds atop The gulls scream, they want our food.Their greedy and will never stop till they've had their fill.
Baby, this radio is playing every sad song. I remember living like we were alive. They burned down the playground, where I always used to find you, Smoke rolling from your poison lips.
Teenage heart packed all that misery. All along you know my story didn't you. And all night long I carried yours.
"please understand, this isn't just good-bye, this is I can't stand you. This where the road crashed into the ocean. It rises all around me, and now I'm barely breathing..