Sunday, July 31, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
The Anger Inside or My Walls
Sometimes i build walls
sometimes they're simple sand dunes changing with the winds that tear them down or build them up
sometimes they are made of clay hardening under the sun of a heated argument and turning to a kind of cement that like a mobster i could use to make cement shoes and send my enemies to the bottom of some blue lagoon
Most of the time though they are brick walls simple tough unrelenting towards the element you wish you could call your surprise
they hurt as your knuckles scrape down their sides cutting your skin and drawing forth little rivulets of blood, abrasive like the fivestar you want to give me across my cheek
but wear at them long enough and they crumble to the red dust you can never get out of those perfect white tennis shoes you always wear.
It's the wearing down part that hurts the most because not just my walls crumble but i watch you as your hands rise to the sky in the hope that some star will take pity on you and the battles you fight every time i raise my voice towards some injustice i witness in my minds eye
sometimes they're simple sand dunes changing with the winds that tear them down or build them up
sometimes they are made of clay hardening under the sun of a heated argument and turning to a kind of cement that like a mobster i could use to make cement shoes and send my enemies to the bottom of some blue lagoon
Most of the time though they are brick walls simple tough unrelenting towards the element you wish you could call your surprise
they hurt as your knuckles scrape down their sides cutting your skin and drawing forth little rivulets of blood, abrasive like the fivestar you want to give me across my cheek
but wear at them long enough and they crumble to the red dust you can never get out of those perfect white tennis shoes you always wear.
It's the wearing down part that hurts the most because not just my walls crumble but i watch you as your hands rise to the sky in the hope that some star will take pity on you and the battles you fight every time i raise my voice towards some injustice i witness in my minds eye
Friday, July 15, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
I Get Lifted-George McCrae(1974)
does anyone know the australian singer that covers this song? oh and more importantly i love this song and found it again :)
Monday, July 11, 2011
Looking at the photographs makes me think of old loves
loves that had potential and if only i had followed up on them they might have blossomed like cherry trees in the midst of the uncertainty of spring
loves that were as broad as the endless summer sky and as specific as the number on my door
loves that developed out of friendships i seem to be losing
The night is a false friend and makes me regret that which never happened and makes me think of the if only's and never happenings
but i'm getting better all the time and the chase is what keeps me going
loves that had potential and if only i had followed up on them they might have blossomed like cherry trees in the midst of the uncertainty of spring
loves that were as broad as the endless summer sky and as specific as the number on my door
loves that developed out of friendships i seem to be losing
The night is a false friend and makes me regret that which never happened and makes me think of the if only's and never happenings
but i'm getting better all the time and the chase is what keeps me going
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
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