I Just Think I'll Scream

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August 2010

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Sharon and a Constance.

I clocked in as I walked in

Her blonde dress simply stalked skin

Turned a face and a habit away from this place

Clasped her hands in each other in disgrace

She treads fire as she walks wires

Heels pinpointed with her spine in a spire

Limbs stretched out to handle a hug

But all that was given was a one shoulder shrug

I ventured down straight to the town

That I raised up from the sweat of my brow

Where she used to sway in the trees

Summer sun skittering across a breeze

While a dream of mine resurfaced in time

And tried to reply that it was alright

That butterflies can cause tidal waves

And drown humanity in a single frame

The snow came in and taught me well

About how towns built from brick can stand to tell

About weather and whether or not it thrives

And the stories that the citizens scream and cry

For years upon years tangled in twine

I walked upon the city I called mine

Upon broken sidewalks and cracked driveways

Where it rained on steel overcast mostdays

And black clouds would sweep the sky

And eclipse the sun without a try

And pour their hearts and tears til we couldn’t see

All over the city beloved to me

These days turned to months, and months to years

Full of phantoms showering their tears

Over a steel-mill plant shrouded in black

This is the place I love, so take me back

Aug 30, 20101 note
...sure you did...

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew  you,

before you were born I set you apart;

I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”

-Jeremiah 1:5

…I liked it better when you sang about being a star and having sex on your birthday.

Aug 26, 2010
Truth.

Being good because you are expected to by a higher power is like patting yourself on the back.

You get the reward from no one but yourself.

Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 201024 notes
Aug 25, 2010
Cashback.

I want you to appreciate life itself…not just me in yours. I understand that I make you happy. You make me very happy too. I just think that life is more precious than the way we seem to be treating it right now…secluding ourselves to mere thoughts of the future. Holding ourselves back by constantly processing our fears and troubles dealing with the pressing minutes we waste. Live in the present. Live for right now, because as soon as you think of the moment, it is gone. Stop wasting the moments you can spend living on what you want/think the future will be like, because it is uncertain. It is a daydream. No matter how nice or bad it is, it is just a dream. Live for right now. Not for tomorrow, next week, or the lifetime you will have to live.

You’re beautiful.

Aug 25, 2010
Terrified.

I want to plug into an amp and blow it out

Every night for the past month I have been falling asleep with my hair clenched between my fingers

Rocking myself out of the thoughts of the worst

When I was born, there was a man there who held my hand

And at one point, one held his

And now that hand is sprawled out on a decaying dream

Every breath gets deeper, but ever step gets steeper

And wading out into the water

I can’t help but to feel lost in a montage of every moment we made a lifetime

And shadows of darker times swell beneath my swaying feet

Aching to surface and blink me down

I can only hope that you are there with me

No matter how far you go

I hope you are there with me

Aug 23, 2010
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