SpiteOh, the things I'd do out of spiteSpite5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
You never know, but I just might
Sex, Drugs, and Rock'n'Roll
I'm letting loose; I'm out of control
Stunts, cigarettes, and alcohol
I'm not holding back; I'm doing them all
Don't be so sure, as to doubt me
I'll do what I want; what I please
Pills, liquor, party hard
Walk the corner boulevard
Stealing, cheating, getting high
I'll prove my point; I'll get it by
Piercings, parties, and tattoos
All the things I've been told not to do
Fighting, gambling, risking my life
Living at the edge of Risk's knife
Maybe you will look at me
At my behavior, then you'll see
The mistakes in yourself that you've made
And break the bad habits that you've gained
Because in the end, I will taunt you
Don't let these decisions come back to haunt you
Untitled 3Sometimes I can be so stupid, single minded, completely blinded.Untitled 36 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Still living in a past year where it all was unrequited.
I'm influenced so easily, I don't know who I am.
So uneducated that I don't know where I stand.
A feather pulled the callous away, and now it's just a heart.
Just a fucking story can make it tear itself apart.
But I promise I can change, if I can ever find the cause.
It's sweet how you pretend that you've never seen the flaws.
I don't know, I don't know.
Still can't believe you love me, never would have guessed.
I've looked back a million times and there's nothing I have missed.
I kept dropping all the hints, and you'd just smile and nod your head.
Leaving me to think of you, as I lie awake in bed.
But I don't blame you, you know, it's nothing you did wrong.
This amazing plot twist is what I have wanted all along.
I'm the one with the problem, still stuck in times long past.
The belief becomes so shortlived, it's the pain that seems to last.
It's here, though it doe
i love to dreamI love to dream. I know so many people who say they do not dream, some dont like to. Some dont like their dreams. Some, find them disturbing. But I love dreaming. It is like a short film that services to everything you want, and you completely believe it. It never seems fake, because you never have your common sense when you experience it. it could be anything. You wouldnt think to say pinch me because youre too captivated by what is at hand. I am a sea captain, sailing the beautiful, glittering, turquoise waters of the Mediterranean, writing beautiful poetry in a neat handwriting, looking forward to a fantastic life, the wonderfully mild smell of salt, the cool breeze chilling my flesh from the warm sun. The whistle of exotic birds, the call of a friend.i love to dream5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Then I am whisked away, shooting around urban city corners, riding stomach down on a hover board made from a single atom stretched to enormous length. Shooting at phenomenal sp
I Know When I'm Not WantedIf you can throw it away in hasteI Know When I'm Not Wanted5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
It was all a lie
All that time, what a waste
Not even a simple goodbye
I'll throw out my dismay
And move on
It was a good run
It's nice to know
That I was taunted
But now I will go
I know when I'm not wanted
i n s e c u r eFRAGILITYi n s e c u r e5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Its hard to see the sky when youve never known it
Confined within my glass shell
The world outside isnt what it seems
Within the pages of endless words is my comfort
Remember when I was girl
Walking down the streets with my grandmother
The porcelain doll at the store window
Stared back at me apathetically
Did you know that people are afraid of what they dont know?
Coal black eyes like an endless shaft into a desolate cave
It was her façade that stared back into my own being
Staring down my soul with a piercing gaze
But in the end, she was just a piece of China
Easy to break, easy to destroy, easy to crumble
And I would remember that thats how people are
Carrying masks to protect them
Let me stay here in my dreams
Where no one else can hurt me
Beneath the pile of stories penned by heart
Alone with my books
What I Want to KnowWhat I Want to Know7 years ago in Scraps More Like This
I've been thinking about beauty a lot lately. I want to know what it is.
It has to be more than a word or a description. People say it's important and I'd honestly like to understand it at least some.
The other day I decided that beauty is totally separate from attraction. Are roses beautiful, or are they attractive? Attraction is what draws you near; beauty is what keeps you there. From that stemmed a path of logic.
The rose is pretty as all would agree. A glimpse of a rose makes in your mind the idea of something nice. Maybe love. To the rose its counterpart: a beautiful girl. They seem intertwined, I don't know why, but when a dozen roses decorate the dining room table you know they're for "her".
Is what makes the rose beautiful its natural imperfection? The thorn will be not its, but your vulnerability-to want a beautiful thing but not be able to hold on to it. To keep it?
Roses die. They turn brown as they wilt away and they are thrown away. Roses are attractive because once they
Popular Mechanics for AmericanTrying so hard to write down these feelings as they come screaming out-Popular Mechanics for American9 years ago in Scraps More Like This
trying to hold off the pain in my hand long enough to stop skipping letters
Write down these thoughts- keep time to the sound of feet tapping,
The world is disintegrating around us and all we can do is stare.
Everyone's got a life to live,
Some foreign charity to give to and will we ever make a difference?
Can we really buy salvation for "Only 27 cents a day!"?
Turn a blind eye
I'm doing something good for humanity
An un-known, un-appreciated urban superman.
Superman is dead.
+ 9-5 existence
Take a moment to look out the window of your company car and see the world.
It's flying past around you and all you can think to do is change the radio station.
Public radio. Current events.
Try to be a part of something
A good American knows the news.
Complain Complain Complain
Pay someone to listen
An all-time high
A Prozac nation
And children with