i can't quite place my finger on it, i can't quite pull myself to tear down my walls and let someone like you back in, but i'll have too, because right now, i know nothing else. but not yet, not just yet, not now anyways. you want to show me everything. you want to teach me what you know and i teach you the same. and when i think about myself being capable, i draw up about as blank as this paper was before i put ink on it. starting to flood it with these irrelevant words. becoming a routine, almost. i dive in, unafraid and i leave taking everything i have and have gained along. is it different than or different from? you are neither, you are both, carbon-copied, than and from alone, alike-almost. you are subtle but strong, and when in doubt your smile carries it all away. i can still remember. i can close my eyes and see you. i open them and you are gone, like the wind takes my worries how it tosses them aside and frees what bit of the mind i still somehow sustain. i have no idea, i don't know what i'm doing, not just yet anyways. you say " everything's going to be alright" and i say "keep moving along cause my past is filthy, trashed with impalpable lies and buried knee deep in dirt, clouded like the orange sky right before the sun hits the horizon, on a rainy day."
i'm losing sleep but i toss it aside and blame it "souly" on insomnia.
(this is about one person, compared to the same person,
vise versea. inaccurate judgements get you nowhere.)
7 comments:
Go back to high school English, GODDAMN!
1. Run on sentences, like HOLY SHIT.
2. Comma splices anyone?
3. Plural vs. singular verbs/noun conjunctions.
4. Fuck ass spelling.
5. Writers block? Surely I hope you didn't put any thought into this.
Please realize your worshipers are
dropouts/tweens/your "friends," who feel bad for you. You are not a writer. You are a "blogger," stay on myspace that's all your good for.
i write how i please, and everyone understands that to it's fullest.
this is a blog, not a book.
get the fuck over it, and quit your bitching.
if you don't like it, don't read it. :)
i love the way you write. fuck whoever doesn't.
the way you write is amazing, its how YOU put things, how YOU say things, the shit is supposed to reflect you, not be perfect. we are not in english class, so fuck you dude, her writing is brilliant.
Barack wrote "that's all your good for".
Looks like someone else needs to go back to "high school English." Just sayin'.
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