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silentbob
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if dreams are like movies then memories are films about ghosts
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010713
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namae
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Are children happy because they are ignorant, or because they know something we've forgotten?
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010731
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psychobabe
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Transitional thoughts Have you ever really looked at this place we call home? The world that which is here to be. Stereotypical, hypocritical evolution Killings upon killings, why we cease to be i have no clue. All the spoils of a wasted life, brought all together at once.. Moments at times life seems great but times in moments it seems to worsen. The destiny of choice, all becomeing clear So much is left to be uncovered! We dont see this? We dont want to see it! Walking around, ending lives, judgeing Persecuting to live!... All that will be left is silence. Silence and nothing more
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020121
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Cicero
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Today you made my stomach knot. That look - I've never seen that look before. I drove to my photo assignment feeling lower than my spirits. If only I wasn't me. You are irresistable - I'll fight myself to keep you. Perhaps I've invaded your realm. This place, this blather, is yours, not mine. Perhaps I should keep out and allow you some solidarity.
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021211
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inconnue
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i keep running back to the morning the morning i found my friend robin dead robin why
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040326
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tessa
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namae . the only truths are in question form i wish i was a child again / still / always
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040830
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aM i DiStUrBeD?
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Do i know what i want to be? Or even who i am? Thoughts i wish to persue, Trying to fill this white expanse. On this dirty page, The lyrics being tatooded. My feelings burning deeper. I now know that i am confused.
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040830
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flux
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mm. anandamide: the chemical that regulates ignorance and bliss..
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040831
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monee
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i like to think i was always_free i was always_loved
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041205
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two
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you are free you are loved always
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041205
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guitar_freak
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So it is finally over. No more wondering what the next fight will be over or when my heart will get stomped on again. I can start over, do what I want to do. Four years is a huge chunk of my life that I shared with you. I will never regret it. It is just time to move on and see what is down the path. I wonder whats next.
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041205
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0of46
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part of me will always love you...
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041206
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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