

gangstai need a pessimistic princess we can be sick of everything together i've been staring through windows and other mediums too long, and i'm lonely living in electricity and glass for years trying to find a way to make "in there" come "out here"gangsta
i don't want fucking you to be like fucking an answering machine i want my eyes and eventually my hands to fall on something new and so, i live in hopes for the fall. when everything dies
is also the promise of new growth for now she's "in there" but soon she'll give up hope
and walk in empty shoes to stumble across my lines &nbs


i'm so done with titlesi don't concern myself with bigger things you can't concern yourself with bigger things life is in the tiny vessels that make us up the cities that reside in our hairs, and the tips of our toes an infinite number of emotions run through everything that everything does and everything can do everythingi'm so done with titles
that's how i feel about you, you're everything
and therefore have the potential to do anything
it's hard to keep things safe with a nuclear significant other but i've learned safety isn't all that it's cracked up to be
i've also found out that getting hurt isn't all it's


dreaming our teeth outwhat are her specs, i just wanted to thank you so much for sharing these things these things are about your daughter. "flows like a good convorsation" press one for a boy two for a girl O.K. computer but for buisness and pleasure mom and dad stand like Rome they kill people for youdreaming our teeth out
catch lions
but then when you're old enough a fire starts that burns them down
the sky turns orange and we now stand where some purge and some worship on ground made of stones with cracks as wide as legs we stand on occupied cities black and white we stand on farms green and blu


?once a year birds come here to die they fit perfectly next to branches, fences, and the spaces between here and there birds come here to shed thier wings and thier skins like a right of passage?
they show how much pain they can withstand without leaving life
there's something so human in that....... and i just want to scream at them
these winged clumps of flesh, blood, and feathers i want to scream "stop wasting your flight" but all i can do is exhale
i guess they, and the rest of the world, see it as emancipation transcending the boundaries of life and death
it


Finding PoetryIt is true that a rock cannot be poetry, It is older than the words themselves, And much more solid; a rock cannotFinding Poetry
Mean other than it is. But perhaps there, In the East with the slowly rising sun, Is a poem, hidden between the tiny
Darting specks of light, filtering over The horizon, rustling through the treetops Like the most silent of morning winds. Yet the sun, too, is older than the words. When the rock, newly formed was thrust up,
Still hot, from its molten birth out of the
Earthen crust, even then the sun shone; The first light cast
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Join glassjaw community.
you shut up right now.
Sorry if you don't understnad that but I thought it was humorus at the time.
I'm so sorry.
Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)
*dingding* RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You can't hug the person more than 3 times
3- You -MUST- hug 6 other people
4- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page! c'mon..don't be scared of public displays of affection
5- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
6- You should most definitely get started hugging right away!
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I'm a very different person, but different people all seem to be just the same, its such a shame.
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