NYC bound. Gotham at its peak. 1st class arrangements and family are my new favorite things to collect.
I'm like a wave retracting from the shore. Moving on. Life got in the middle of every intention. Playing games of asphyxiation with my best regrets. Getting drunk on adrenaline.
You're the best friend that I've found. You'd rather spend the night than the money. A shake of the head from hell and another kiss from the alter.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Fairbanks Bus #142
Some men just want to watch the world burn. I'd rather light it up with wondrous amounts of imagination and hope like Christopher McCandless did.
Lately I feel like the gunslinger that refused to pull the trigger. 12 paces. Turning around and waiting for it all to warm my chest again.
My hands don't shake like they used to. Licking wounds and building confidence out of thin air whispered from your mouth.
Lately I feel like the gunslinger that refused to pull the trigger. 12 paces. Turning around and waiting for it all to warm my chest again.
My hands don't shake like they used to. Licking wounds and building confidence out of thin air whispered from your mouth.
Monday, July 14, 2008
12204 Cedar
I've made a habit out of staring down the sunrise. Just another Capricorn that became a Cancer they couldn't stomach.
I'm in a relationship with 20 milligrams per 24. I can't open my eyes or roll out of bed without help, and there is no other solution. Save your accusations and interpretations for everyone else. This is not "woe is me", it's "let me be."
Trips to the lower east side to collect rings and smiles. Greenwich to Bleecker to meet old friends.
Skipping school to make sense of his gunshots. At least we're breathing and free. I know you're all right.
OnlyKissesOnTheCheekFromNowOn
I'm in a relationship with 20 milligrams per 24. I can't open my eyes or roll out of bed without help, and there is no other solution. Save your accusations and interpretations for everyone else. This is not "woe is me", it's "let me be."
Trips to the lower east side to collect rings and smiles. Greenwich to Bleecker to meet old friends.
Skipping school to make sense of his gunshots. At least we're breathing and free. I know you're all right.
OnlyKissesOnTheCheekFromNowOn
Friday, July 11, 2008
Suprise Sunrises
I leave voicemails as chapters for the only one that can make sense of it all. An S.O.S. to all that I have left.
I'm not sure why I fight daylight at times... and sunset at others. 3 ups and 3 downs. It's on the 7th that I look myself in the mirror. Do the math with me. It lets me know that I'm not where I'm supposed to be. Sunday or someday. These are my seven days of the week. Lose a syllable or two and sorrow becomes tomorrow.
She's a diamond and doesn't even know it. I heart her via billboards in Times Square.
I'm not sure why I fight daylight at times... and sunset at others. 3 ups and 3 downs. It's on the 7th that I look myself in the mirror. Do the math with me. It lets me know that I'm not where I'm supposed to be. Sunday or someday. These are my seven days of the week. Lose a syllable or two and sorrow becomes tomorrow.
She's a diamond and doesn't even know it. I heart her via billboards in Times Square.
Hot New York Nights
Do you remember?.... Killing the radio as we hit the Holland Tunnel? Seeing fireworks rain off of East 10th. Our NYC skyline filled with blasts of color and hope and everything we'd need to feel the moment...
Point and click lists for fun. Assigning points for the extravagant, and posting pictures to doors of our old haunts... in hopes that they'll return.
We stickered everything from Union Square beyond on the way to Crocodile Lounge. Last minute bleacher seats and hot dogs at Yankee Stadium. Pennies on every corner because we knew we weren't alone.
We know the best lobby's, bars, and ways to stay cool. Hunting Buffalo and purse's amongst the millions.
I heart the way you let me stay until the very last minute, and the way that you know what it all means to me.
Point and click lists for fun. Assigning points for the extravagant, and posting pictures to doors of our old haunts... in hopes that they'll return.
We stickered everything from Union Square beyond on the way to Crocodile Lounge. Last minute bleacher seats and hot dogs at Yankee Stadium. Pennies on every corner because we knew we weren't alone.
We know the best lobby's, bars, and ways to stay cool. Hunting Buffalo and purse's amongst the millions.
I heart the way you let me stay until the very last minute, and the way that you know what it all means to me.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Room 1559 Pennsylvania Hotel, NYC
Found inspiration on the back burner and apologized to myself. I guess lately this life has been composed of things that this heart is breaking to say, and that this head is aching to stop coming out. So gentle is the way that these lips will bruise.
I've covered this country in the last few weeks. Lost and found is how I'm breathing. Home is always my final destination and I just returned.
Woke up on the b-side of the bed. It's weird when your gut just gives up the flight-or-fight mechanism. When your brain is on overdrive to remember every moment of the ride.
I've covered this country in the last few weeks. Lost and found is how I'm breathing. Home is always my final destination and I just returned.
Woke up on the b-side of the bed. It's weird when your gut just gives up the flight-or-fight mechanism. When your brain is on overdrive to remember every moment of the ride.
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