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Monday, July 28, 2008

Southern Comfort

Silly girl

Thought that making it on your own

Meant doing it alone

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger

You cut it too close this time


The view from the rooftop made it seem so simple

But the glitter turned to dust when I saw it up close

So I wrapped myself in the melody, the fantasy, the lies

If I just keep walking, just keep moving

No one will see that I'm lost in this place

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Practice Makes Perfect





Sleeping Pills for my Senses

Wide eyes create the illusion of consciousness
I've mastered the art of deception

Can't cope with normalcy
Self destruction is my forte
I've grown too comfortable in your reality
I'm clawing at an unlocked door


Sunday, July 20, 2008

I wish I could say I hate it here

Introspection is not a luxury i can afford on 8.50 an hour
The images in my head have been replaced by the ones on this screen
Oddly enough, i am more content than i have been in years
Contentment or complacency?

I am terrified of being happy here

Monday, June 23, 2008

Drink Me

little red pills with a cough syrup chaser
back down the rabbit hole
wide eyed and weary

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

6 Feet Under the Stars

It's lonely here
Because I don't dream of you the way I used to

Monday, June 16, 2008

Sunday, June 15, 2008

How Does it Feel To Be On Your Own? With No Direction Home?

I'm awake and I've been losing sleep
Ive been fighting all my demons
I've been getting weak
'Cause I've been trying, trying, trying
To be anything other than me
- Charlotte Sometimes

My body is completely free of meds for the first time in 5 years
Being alone in my own skin is unsettling

Monday, June 9, 2008

If You Can't Stand The Heat...

Its close to 100 degrees today
The world is moving in slow motion
My brain went to the beach and left the rest of me here

Trying to bridge the gap between passion and knowledge
Fashion and function
Heart and head

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Friends like me are once in a lifetime
Like being struck by lighting
Like a shark attack

All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling - Oscar Wilde

There's always someone who says it better than I ever could. But I'll continue to run my mouth like it makes a difference.