stranger's disease

"i wish i believed you when you said that this was my home"



hey orpheus

We stood beside
A frozen sea
I saw you out
In front of me
Reflected light
A hollow moon
Oh Orpheus

Its over too soon




empty room

said your name
in an empty room
something I would never do

I'm alone again

when I'm by myself
I can be myself
and my life is coming
but I d o n 't k n o w w h e n

you were burning out,
you're black
and gray

something I

(I'm alone again)



wire your thoughts/brought down in line

you keep me shooting stars
you keep me falling back
with bodies all burnt
everything buried underground

now my life has overgrown
whatever kids said I could be
whatever mom thinks I want
nothing matters

falling back,
prisioner of your endless circle
the sparks flare, flowers whither and die

so will you
so will I
and any hope of mine
it will be lost at sea

with the moon and the stars
how you want it
how I want it,
who chooses where to stand?

I keep
shooting at

and failing
to aim
at your heart

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Myles, the archetype

There are lots of superficial archetypes in the same room. Adolescence itself gives way to their formation: we all need labels. 
Myles was exactly that. 
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Sonnets, William Shakespeare (extract)

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,
Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held:
Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.





I feel like I should detach
from all the friends I've made
from all the people who've wronged me
from all the people I've failed

this could be dangerous and foolish
but I feel it is the only way I can go.
my reasons are pure
I know I am sad
and I don't want it to show.

and also because
I can be blind to other people's
happiness when I haven't
got my own.

it won't be permanent
at least it's not intended now
I'll see what happens
maybe I will reach out

in two weeks I've changed
a little, but enough
to know that maybe
this is not what I want.

so I'll swim in my
inner sea
against the tide and wind
maybe there I'll be free

and I will finally learn
how to forgive.

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slowly mutating to tumblr now!

click click click



why am I laughing. I shouldn't be laughing

If I go on complaining like this
I'll waste what I have left of this life

look at me, here I am
drunk at eleven p.m.
complaining about blue eyes
loving green, not mine

which is fine
by the way I'm not hurt
I'm just
I don't
well maybe I'm hurt

why complain?
jesus, times will sure
be bright ahead
you won't define me
neither will she

(though it does feel
like a stab in the back

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