Drag In The Day Like A Body

The Wizard of Oz in reverse. From color to black and white. Excuse me for nodding off. Always boring myself to death. This is all just the unauthorized biography written by myself.

Curiosity killed the cat... but what did loyalty ever get the dog? Truth in increments at Sailfish Marina.

For every kid building rockets out of scraps. Daring to escape. lovehostage

Hanging Out In The Lost And Found

I can feel my tongue in the deep end of my head with everything I wish I had the ability to say. Running credit checks on the emotionally bankrupt. I find myself cursing my cell phone provider or rejoicing in it.... depending on who is on the other end.

You wish I was more. I get it. I got it. I gut it.

The sun sets and rises on the same old mood and the world has become a dangerous place to me. I just want to be your anthem, not your away message. There aren't any cliffs to throw yourself upon and there is absolutely no romance in just: me.

In other not-so breaking news.. I'm pretty sure I could really be your favorite... Or at least always the person you say goodnight to last before your head hits the pillow.

Limitations Melt At The Mention Of My Name

Notes from West Palm Beach...

Crying for the sake of the taste. The "in crowd" is on the outs. My self esteem rivals an obsessed diver without an oxygen tank.

As long as you keep pulling at straws, I will keep holding them out there. Kind of weird how even my skin feels tired and sore. Not really sure where my life is headed but at least I know where it's not.

I've got them all out of my system. It's not like I don't know that they're currently working out a plan to seep back in, they always do. But for now I can lock my door and lose myself in the spaces they've been occupying. Reclaiming the corners of my mind and such. That's how I'm livin'.

When I say I fall in love with strangers, I mean I fall out of love with everyone else.

Because Love Is Out Of Fashion And I Gave Her My Shoes

The world is the puzzle on the last page of the Sunday paper that I forget to read, and decidedly leave in the stack next to the firewood I'm saving for Winter. I just woke up from Tokyo and I'm glad to be back.

A girl once said to me, "Eyelids are the screens which memories are played on" and it made me want to pour a half empty glass over reruns. My goal is to be better than this, and my deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. My secrets are bullets and I'm out to get the world.

Nearly nine months later, I'm still editing love letters, even after I flooded the post box. It's just the kind of boy that I am.

Everything before all of this was undramatic. Not worthy of a story or script. Just another bad memory that makes as good ammunition for the voices in my head and the butchers in my chest.

The way you think of the universe as huge or impressive or magnificent, that's the way the contours of your face feel, in my mind, and the way your lips part when you think or sleep or grieve is the way I'd like to be, only forever instead of for a minute, an hour, or a day.

They Say That We All Learn From Our Mistakes And I'm On The Honor Roll

Hold me accountable and I'll hold you closer.

My gut has always been my compass but lately I have been heaving it into gutters. You smell of a grove of trees my family drove past for years when I was younger. It's like a fortune cookie I opened 17 years early.

I don't say these words aloud as I fear they would set off a chemical reaction within me or you... or that they would come across like a foreign language, straining for meaning.

Turned in my badge and gun as far as anyone ever understanding me is concerned.

You are concrete and boomerangs and everything i can count on. When my back feels like breaking, or my stomach feels like heaving, or my eyes feel like raining... I will always think of that.

Been shit talking so much with people who are asleep on the inside. Their veins are pumping blood but their hearts just aren't in it.

Into A Million Pieces, I Wait To Explode

Notes found in pockets from Fripp Island.

I'm sitting here tracing your name in the carpet, admiring the smile in your voice. The distorted kiss of the frequencies through our cell phones is my favorite. I've swung my feet into the air, stretched back as far as I can, and I'm kicking at the stars. We're making it big. This sad and lonely silhouette is on the run. For once I'm feeling built to last.

I'm saving dreams for the comas in my dogs eyes. He's dreaming of the beach, where we twist and laugh in arms. I can't wait to tell him everything, but he's so peaceful. A pen and the moon are perfect mattress companions.

I've pressed repeat on my favorite track, it's a symphony of breaking hearts, set to an off-beat. I listened to it the entire drive home.

So lost in medication, I had been missing my butterflies. Tore up the citation that the drugstore sheriff handed me. Numb is the only thing to keep me going. DrugstoreCowboy

I live in notes and photographs locked safely away.... oh.. and hopefully somewhere in your heart.

This Is A Lesson In Procrastination

I want to beat the cliche and become greater than myself. I want to understand the irony in everything and move past it. This will never happen. No sleep until we hit the shelves.

I cannot sort between what people are saying and what they could be saying. Currently living behind closed doors and watching through keyholes for signs of life. I have the ocean at Fripp drawn on my hand because I needed to escape and that was the quickest way.

Unintentional awkward glances towards the moon as I attempt to patch the ceiling with these words. Short lived relief in the form of text. Blurred baby worlds and such. I feel 12 again. Baby girl wipe the fears from your eyes, I'm a stranger to myself as well. An emotional sleep hold is my best move, but don't tell anyone.

It's too bad that I have to retract my words from that night. I guess it's all just really failure by design. But then again, if your tears were bottled, I'd drink them too. We're both just playing a game of chicken with our hearts.

For my ears to focus I will confess... you're the best I've ever met.

Thieves in my bloodstream. Just to stay awake.

Pen-Trilouist

Scene: A rocket ship containing two astronauts re-entering the earth’s atmosphere after a lunar orbit of 6 days. A technical difficulty with the lunar aircraft leads to circumstance’s beyond everyone’s control.

Amidst, strapped in. Now learning to react when gasping for lack of oxygen. I hope I see home again. Not too many have shared this scene. Hearing de-tuned frequencies, an Astronaut symphony.

Come in, Mission Control. We’re losing pressure and propulsion. I don’t know if I can but I’ll aim for the ocean. The clouds aren’t paying attention. Last second thoughts fail to mention that the Earth looks so pretty on the burning return to the city.

Our fate is not in the stars but in ourselves. This is our free-fall zodiac. Please keep your telescope’s attached. Please.

And everything that’s warm stays cold to the touch. What a handsome skyline torch. We’re way off course but it doesn’t even matter. It could’ve been so much worse. And everything has changed in the last 6 days.

Time Converts More People Than Reason

Which came first? The friends or the enemies? I love us all, but only in split second increments. Love is such a filthy word as of late. Check the clock just to make sure that your time isn't up. Ignore every sign that tells you not to continue.

Scene: A lavish office filled with notebooks and fountain pens. Located behind the rosewood desk sits a man of high stature in a plush recliner. Having just hung up the phone, he contemplates to himself the truth in his opponent’s words. He lights his regular pipe and knows that he must hold strong for the people. Patience appears to be his only saving cause of action. His enemy’s arrival is inevitable, just as the apparent consequence for peace.

Manipulate these ghosts. I can wait you out. Better than the storm that drips from your pours. Nothing has really changed... it’s never been so simple to say. When I relay this story, it's so easy to lie and pretend but misconception is all they breathe. That’s why there’s no "you & me."

A traitor’s death is its own reward. Electric thoughts in deceptive statements; this is your test to see.

Baby Blue Pill Eyes Behind Maroon Eyelids

Nothing matches a bad friend like a good lie. Who needs love when a few well-placed words make you bleed more than any real person ever could.

I'm writing you a list of all the things you weren't.

I wish I could unzip my skin and take it off just to take a long walk around the harbor... but I can’t do it. At least not on my own. It's not the same as when I take out my pen and wage it all... that's when it is natural.

She forces eyelash coal deposits down my face and sticks her lower jaw out at me whenever she thinks she's losing.

Hate is like love with resentment and a pinch of under fed lust. I can only hope that one day we can meet again face to face, so I can explain just how much you affected me.

I'll never be the same because of you. It's ironic that I have a long fuse, but my lifeline is so short.

I heart the way that you've welcomed me into your circle. I break at the thought that it's all changing.

I heart the way I am more than the way I was and I heart the future more than I will care to admit. I only hope that it lives up to my dreams almost as much as I hope you're not faking it.

The Who's Who Of Future Failures.. And Other Great Myths

Throw it away. Close your eyes and put the speaker next to my pillow. Love is just going on because. Morbid final attempts to get real. My mattress feels like a coffin, but my corpse deserves a parade around the country. I can't touch my toes. I never could. There's no stretch in this imagination. I just want hotels and stories.

She has it all... the "what ifs" and 'I coulds."

Sinking Heart Perversion

Sometimes all that we need to be able to continue alone are the dead, rattling the walls that close us in. "Sick" would be a good excuse. Everything has been striking like a chord. Repeated, like lectures retold.

The way I take everyone in has my body feeling like an orphanage. My hopes will never fly if you keep holding them down and just know that this isn't the way the world is supposed to be. Where did all the color go? They drained it from my skin to fuel their dreams.

Take this from the top. Crashing trains make the best sound ever. My deepest apologies... my mind is empty or maybe it's just over crowded... either way, you're on it all of the time. I watch you like you are my own.

MotiveAteMe

Fist Fights With The Keyboard When I Think Of How Things Turned Out

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Shoes! Much progress this week! The camo on the shoe is made up of bones, the red lining is made up of skulls. "lovehostage" embroidered along the side. Should be ready for full production this fall.

We are the first degree... but in the least severe kind of way, like a burn. The rest of them can be the most severe form, like murder.

Weather the storm or weather away at the surface. I have lowered all expectations to make it easy for you. She says that I'm "so transparent." I want to believe that she means I'm obvious, but I'm pretty sure she meant I'm invisible.

Henry Ziegland went out with meaning. Let's do the same. Just say you love me for three good reasons and I'll throw you the rope.

IveSoldTheRightsToAllMyWrongs