One thing

and that is all.

Waiting for my plot twist...

If I could, I would definitely pick up my life and hold it upside-down until all the snow landed on the ceiling of my globe... then, after each and every fleck has fallen, I would set it back down. Not necessarily shaking things up as much as just making it fall different. This way I don't run into the same fake flake of snow in the same spot everyday. I need something to happen. I need a purpose again, and I really don't want it to be a boy of some sort. I am sick and tired of my purpose being dependent on getting someone to like me, or figuring out if I like someone back. Fuck that. If there is going to be a boy, it damn well better be on my terms this time. I want a new person, too. This valley is a recycling bin of people. Haven't seen a new person that someone hasn't seen before, or dated, or new someone who's mother works with their dad... I'm done with some how knowing someone before even meeting them. Just today, I was talking to a man and it turns out, I went to middle school and high school with his son. His son was the first person I thought I liked...Of course I didn't tell him this, but still. I met this man at my dad's work! I really miss having my phone around too. But, seriously, I know the budget and calendar up until January... I need something new, something needs to be brought in new. I miss my talent, I don't honestly think I ever had any... Foolish choice, I made

break of dawn

The blonde is setting in...
I'm transforming myself seconds after the last,
Avoiding the future, ignoring the past.
Wish I had more clothes to cover my sin

Sleepless nights bring long afternoons-
Mourning a loss of another morning

overwhelmed

I hate technology,
there is no need to be this connected.

I'm tired of checking up on things, daily.

I'm done with it... may have to uninstall facebook on my phone.

Close me in

Trapped in a class enclave
Beyond expression...
Now there's nowhere to brave
Brace for the oncoming whirlwind of depression

Broken up inside, nowhere left to hide
Glasses broken, Stolen token

Token of dreams, a false reality it seems
Worlds unraveling, sadness ripping the seams
Silent traveling, it won't be long now
It's shameful how...

Dreaming for an escape
Stuck on display
Never ending security tape
It's watched ev'ry single day

Even if I had the will
There would certainly be no place
Words remain inside, planted to kill
Writing them down with unnecessary haste

Broken up inside, nowhere left to hide
The glass is broken, lost your token

Token of reality, Sunken dreams
Her words unraveled, disappointment gleams
Stealth wore out, it cannotbe long now
Oh, isn't it a pity how...

Regrets leave a void
The words fill the flute of your finest champagne
Instinctively try to avoid
Let's not take that walk down memory lane...

Skip the pebble on her lake of a heart
Throw the stone into the vast space of her soul
Pitch the rock of reality, ripping it all apart
Soon enough 'til she returns what she stole

No sense waiting around, listening to unrequited sound
Destroyed inside, nothing left to hide
Love went uncited
She just laughed and sighed,
Selflessly selfish

Broken up inside, everything she must hide
Glasses broken
Dreams rip away, reality is here to stay

Sweet Escape

Sleep is the one thing that doesn't get complicated.
My bed will always be there for me, and it wont want anything more
Sometimes, so will the living room floor.
18 hours at a time; oh how sleep is underrated!

I never understood those cats of mine...
Sleep all day, sleep all night
But now I see it, they have it all right.
I could get use to this life, just fine!

something

I felt as if I should say something.
Echo....

Dark

Isn't it awfully funny how we regret things after we fully enjoyed doing them?
Or is it that we convince ourselves that we are enjoying it in hopes of not regretting it when it is all said and done; yet we know our plan and just end up regretting it?