#34

i miss her so much.

#33

'Where we are, there's daggers in men's smiles'

Macbeth Act 2, Scene 3

#32

we only ever see our side of the story.

#31

Dear Self,
You lie inside your head. Your thoughts confuse you, and you would rather be anyone else than yourself. You convince yourself of things that aren’t true. You might think you are ugly, stupid, mean, or annoying, when you are actually none of those things. You constantly put yourself down and convince yourself that you don’t deserve anything good. You don’t hear compliments and when people give you one, you deny it. You give others the compliments you wish you could give yourself, but when you think of who you are, only the negative comes to mind. It is possible you are paranoid about what others are saying about you behind your back, or are trying to match yourself to an impossible standard. There might have been someone in your life who put you down so much you actually started to believe it. Trust me, if you think you are a bad person, you most likely aren’t. Bad people think they are good, otherwise they wouldn’t be as mean. You lie because you mistake it for the truth. When others tell you positive things about yourself, you often just believe they are lying to make you feel better. In actuality, they are telling the truth and you are lying to yourself. Your weakness are the people who don’t openly compliment you, but truly believe you are amazing anyway. Their compliments are along the lines of “You make me feel happy” or “You are my everything.” A lot of people find these cheesy, but these are the compliments that allow you to feel good about yourself for who you are. When people tell you good things about themselves and tell you it’s all because of you, the dark lies you tell yourself seem to float away.

#30

In il nome de padre, figlio e spirito sante.

#29

As long as you’re happy.
The cleaners sweep the city streets
While some still sit and sorely weep,
they rest there head on the gutters edge
And stare up at the blurred night sky.

And some still dance, while holding hands,
They breath romance while they still have a chance,
they drink to those, who’s heart still grows
and sways to the dull thud of existence.

And glass lays cracked from where its been smashed,
and I can feel it uneven beneath my back,
and its digging in, while the winter wind
leaves me cold, to the bones.

The taxis pass in dejavu,
I watch lovers depart with their I love you’s.
they smile so large it could break there jaw,
their eyes grow wide in chemical awe.

And when morning comes, there’s no one left,
they’ve wandered into each others beds
And the pavement speaks of what they’ve spread,
another day of recycled death,
Bare and baron, sore.

I watch as the sky slowly fades
and shines light down upon this open grave.
Another night, another day
and I breathe so long as you’re happy.
- karl-christoph

#28

This is just something short, because my mind is running 5678909876546789 miles an hour at the moment, and I know this sounds so clique, but I despise the fact that no matter what I say, that no matter what I do- it has already previously been executed to the best standard possible. And for the people who have made an impact, fuck you- It's not even possible for anyone to cerebrate, to cherish, to value this fucking world and all that we stand for because it's nothing more than a lie. All that we believe in means nothing, because you fucking arseholes had to go out there, and draw a line. An invisible line, that each and every fucking one of us want to clutch on too for dear life to make us feel part of something. Something that means something, something more than to just exist. But you placed it too far up in the sky for us to catch. Too far up for us to even see, but god-dammit, we know it's there. And knowing that it's there, and that we're all unable to grab hold of it, just makes us want it even more. This line separates us as humans. It separates the good from the bad, the smart from the dumb, the sharp from the dull, the articulate from the misrepresented. It makes us who we are, who we want to be, who we will be, and everything in between. I resent that fact that no one in their own right-mind could, or would even have the possibility too become their own person in their own idiosyncratic manor. Fuck the world, fuck the law, fuck human kind. Be who ever the fuck you want too be, before it's too fucking late. Take risks, take leaps- dear god, try to become something more than a scum at the bottom of the food chain. No matter how low your self esteem is, or how pessimistic you may be towards life, nothing is going to give you that feeling of self accomplishment and joviality than knowing that you took that risk, you took that jump, you stepped outside your comfort zone to try something new, to be something else. For the love of God; love life. Be you, Nothing more-Nothing less. 'Cause that's all we can do, I guess.

#27

think about it..

#26

the world is only as big as we imagine it to be..

#25

has anybody even questioned the amount of holes a sponge actually has?
i swear, its infinite.

#24

I've been taking some time to think lately, just about things in general.
About who I am, what I stand for; Who my real friends are.
Yaddayaddayadda, the usual teenage crap I guess.
But last night, I felt I needed to sit down and write something.
I'm not quite sure what the proper definition behind it is, or why I chose to use the words I used- it just felt right.
But here it is, I'm going to leave it up here, 'till I can comprehend what I've written.
mm ~

This cannot be addressed by breathing exercises.
This fear bares no analogy to any fear I knew before.
This is the base of all possible emotions; the feeling that was with us before we existed, before this building existed, before the Earth existed.
This is the fear that made fish crawl out unto dry land and evolve lungs; the fear that teaches us to run; the fear that makes us bury our dead.
There are a thousand ways to look at it.
Maybe the strings break, or maybe your ships sink, or maybe we’re grass, our roots so interdependent that no one is dead as long as someone is still alive.
We don’t suffer from a shortage of metaphors, is what I mean.
But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters.
If you choose the strings, then you’re imagining a world in which you can become irreparably broken.
If you choose the grass, you’re saying that we’re all infinitely interconnected, that we can use these root systems not only..
To understand one another, but to become one another.
The metaphors have implications.
I Miss each of the nights that I spent climbing out my window and running to the things that made me happy.
I believe from this I've learnt that the most memorable experiences happen when we're not supposed to do them so from this, “I go to seek a Great Perhaps.” like Francois Rabelais and Miles Halter, I am going to seek my great perhaps.
I will be me, no false showings, no procrastinating.
I will become great and you will have wished you'd have treated me better.

See, the amazing thing with life is that it can throw you a line.
A line that is invisible, but can still be caught.
Right when it catches a glimpse of the sun, and you can see it out the corner of you eye.
Most don't even realise what it is, until it's too late.
Me, on the other hand- I caught it. and I'm never letting it go.

#23

i think i may have found my happy ending..

#22

my saving grace. the key to my heart, my soul, my being.
it's all because of her, i love you Zoe.

#21

#20

So let me think of how to word it
Is it too soon to say 'perfect'?
If I could find another thirty minutes somewhere
I'm sure everything would find me
All that's left is just to sing

And I'll be here by the ocean
Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams
All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes
And every waves drags me to sea
I could stand here for hours
Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"
With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question."
Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?

#19

Speaks for itself.

#18

jgdkfklgmfldgjsl.
he's ma' bemis.

#17

everything is going to be okay, he told me so.

#16

let's waste our days chasing power cords.

#15

i dare you to move.
i dare you to make a change.
i dare you to be true.
i dare you, to be you.