(via zincs)
Looking down upon my wound
Another painless moment ruined
For an apathetic stretch of time
I felt content no need to rewind
I saw a purpose I found my place
More than just a runner in the human race
I thought I had become permanent
But rules can be broken they cannot be bent
I can’t escape it although I try
The day will come that I die
You see I tried to trancend
The hourglass I laid on its end
But the clock on the wall continued to tick
The monotonous sound made me sick
I could literally see the time pass
Through my reflection on the glass
I began to think I began to pace
The second hand began to race
I tried to beat it to the finish line
But of it there was no sign
My fist propelled by frustration
Stuck the pane causing sensation
My nerves sang impulses fired
For a split second I felt wired
My thought of time they all scattered
As the clock face shattered
As the shards pierced my skin
My face was struck with a grin
I found pleasure in being inpulsive
In the moment I had chosen to live
As I stood there bleeding
My blood expelled by my heart beating
When I looked back upon the wall
The clock hand not slowed down at all
So you see this pain I feel
Will go away with time I’ll heal
Each second my chest will rise and fall
But am I really here at all
Because the seconds all blend together
Times will change just like the weather
I will grow I will age
I leave my thoughts upon this page
So when I die and when I’m gone
I might make a ripple in the pond
Live for the now live in the here
Because time is wasted on your fear
My body hates me for what I did
But i just needed to get rid
Of the pain so I could cope
Theses vices are my only hope
But they’re grip on me has tightened
I see the light but am not enlightened
My thoughts multiply with the seconds that pass
So I inhale and raise my glass
This elixir has yet to fail
at causing my train of thought to derail
And one again I am carefree
The ignorant bliss encompasses me
I don’t realize whats at stake
Until that is I awake
And my mistake becomes all too real
What is to live, but to feel
I guess I never really wrote about this before
Well I did once in a dream
I sat upon a spiral staircase
amongst the clouds
Dipping a bird’s beak
into a well of ink
I painted the skies
With my words
Reality
Transportation
Finality
Creation
Teleportation
sheer bliss
escape
carelessness
I lie awake
now i think back to those skies
So beautifully painted with my words
And i am envious that I cannot live
Forever in that world
I hate going to the club because there is never enough room
They alway cram what seems like thousands of people into the most confined spaces and expect everything to be alright. If thats not bad enough there is always a task that people at the club need to do Like it seems like everyone around me is on a mission and that mission is never to just dance and remain in their space Yea if you had any notions of a personal bubble just get rid of that right now People are always trying to drunkly find their friend go to the bathroom because their drunk or get to the bar so they can get drunk. Constant motion while I’m just trying to have a good time dudes are pushing through stepping on top of me but i can handle them what I can’t handle are the girls who push though you and then get all mad at you like its your fault. and girls get away with it too they just go wherever they want but i keep paying to go so i guess they’ve got something to offer
I called to tell you I love you
but then I hung up
I called to tell you I love you
but you never picked up
You called to tell me you loved me
But I hung up
because I just got so hung up on saying those words
I never thought about if I meant them
So I meant to tell you I loved you
But you know I don’t lie
So I lied down and went to sleep
Because in my dreams we are together
and nothing is so imperfect
cwnl:
8°F + Ice Crystals + Outdoor Light = Light Pillars
A visual phenomenon created by the reflection of light from ice crystals with near horizontal parallel planar surfaces. The light can come from the Sun (usually at or low to the horizon) in which case the phenomenon is called a sun pillar or solar pillar. It can also come from the Moon or from terrestrial sources such as streetlights.—[**]
by Ron Ronco
oh how it feels so unmistakable
The broken heart you thought to be unbreakable
You put all you faith into this chance
To have a full-fledged romance
Every ounce of you wants to feel the bliss
But when you leaned in for the kiss
The hope and ignorance torn from beneath you
How could someone so small defeat you
But thats just it with her tiny hand
She crushed your dreams of the wedding band
The band you thought would play a love song
But in this acrid silence you realize you were wrong
And even though you believed in love
You have been deceived by the dove
A peaceful creature prone to harm
If you don’t wake up sound the alarm
And take one step before you fall
For a girl who doesn’t love you at all