tell me that i am someone i’m not
i dare you to try to prove me wrong.
try to push me to my limit,
try to make me fall of the edge.
i promise you’ll never see me fall.
tell me that i am not worthy,
deem me as less than the earth you walk on.
i will show you that i am covered in gold.
wait until i turn my back
to say all of the things you’ve been meaning to say.
you words will fall flat and weightless.
trust me to be the girl you’ve dreamt up,
your dreams are nothing more than nightmares
and i am watching you close your eyes.
You can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to
(not always.) Hit shuffle on your ipod/phone/itunes/media player and write down the first 20 songs. Then pass this on to 10 people. If you want to do this, consider yourself tagged.
One rule: no skipping (tagged by several people; told to do it by supersatellite)
1. Red Hot Chili Peppers- Porcelain
2. Benjamin Francis Leftwich- Pictures
3. Childish Gambino- Flight of the Navigator
4. Feed Me- Until I Die (September- Feed Me Remix)
5. Death Cab for Cutie- The Sound of Settling
6. Michal Menert- Alpha Omega
7. The Devil Makes Three- Cheap Reward
8. Future Phrophetics- Dreadlock
9. Pillar- Sunday Bloody Sunday
10. Justice- D.A.N.C.E
11. The Strokes- The End Has No End
12. Tupac- Gangsta Party
13. Krewella- Feel Me
14. Portishead- It’s A Fire
15. Beats Antique- Borino
16. Forever The Sickest Kids- That For Me
17. The 1975- She Way Out
18. Cage The Elephant- Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked
19. The Ting Tings- Shut Up and Let Me Go
20. Totally Enormous Extinct Dinosaurs- Your Love
holy shit, eclectic mix or what???
no one has ever asked me
i guess that’s probably because
i have never promised to
give the best answers to life’s
i was never eager in school to
prove everyone else wrong.
no one has ever asked me if
i think they should turn left or right,
go to this school or follow their
dreams of music-
because i have always been known
to make the biggest mistakes.
i never showed up on time
and when i did,
most of the time i was doodling or
sometimes, i think people see me
as younger than i am
because i would prefer to hear
the wisdom of others than
to dish out my ideas on philosophy.
not to say i am not a deeper thinker,
i just am a sponge,
collecting as much as i can,
retaining, always retaining.
i haven’t been through life-changing
challenges that have pushed me to
the very limits-
at least in comparison to those
who write memoirs,
i am another affluent american female.
no one has ever asked for
probably because i have never
liked to give it,
i would prefer to live and learn
and make mistakes
and let the people around me
figure it out just as i have:
without the divine prophecy of
That’s how the light gets in.
"Oh, I said I could rise from the harness of our goals. Here come the tears but like always - I let them go, just let them go”.
Favorites of all time. So many feelings.
we both know that you
can’t love another person
until you learn to love yourself.
underneath the covers in the
heat of one particular july night
you told me you can’t imagine
anyone meaning the world to you
because you mean so little to
it breaks me into a million pieces
when you tell me things like this
because i know you are hurting,
but you are trying so hard to
find out who you really are.
and when you tell me that you fear
that you have lost all sight
of the boy you once were,
i can’t help but agree to your blindness.
you wouldn’t be able to see what
i see in you even if you tried,
because what i see goes far beyond
skin, bones, and the past.
all i have is the man you are today,
and when i look at you i see
you’re the man who leaves mysteries,
ones you can’t begin to fathom.
you leave me breathless,
i can feel my skin become clouds.
you are strength,
but also you are a warm blanket
on a rainy afternoon.
you are so much more than you have
given yourself credit for,
i just hope i can help you unravel
all of the strings that
have been wrapped around
it’s hard to explain-
the roller coaster of
this space shuttle take-off
of everything i feel.
at times, i think to myself,
why am i still trying to
make sense of it all?
i should just settle back in
the moment i am in.
but sometimes i want to scream
so loud at the top of my lungs
when i think about all of
the curves on this winding road.
i feel like a fogged up window
and the defrost setting is broken,
but i also feel like a sauna
on a cold winter day.
do you understand the heat
that rages between us
every time our bodies come
feet within touching?
can you hear the desire that
is bubbling from my stomach?
do you see how much i want
you to see me, for me?
it’s really more than any metaphor
more than any amount of words
i can put on the page-
there are a million butterflies
flying within me
and i’m still without a net.
i want to throw everything away
on the days when my eyes
feel heavier than elephants,
when i am trying to defend myself
for the hundredth time today,
when my words sound more like
murmurs of the ceiling fan
instead of well-contrived