The fiction we live in.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

This feels just right.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

A Mismatch

I feel so distant.
Like a total mismatch.
But still I try,
To carry on this charade.
And here I long,
For someone to hold this hand.

Yes,
So that I can feel again.

Heels Over Head?

He's reminiscing of a time.
A time when a life was short and lost.
But now His heels are over His head.
She spins him upside down.

Oh, this choice He has to make.

So fucking inevitable.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Summer

DQ! This one's for Y O U! =)

Friday, May 22, 2009

Welcome to Bitch Club

The 8 Rules of Bitch Club
  1. First rule of Bitch Club is, you do not talk about Bitch Club.
  2. Second rule of Bitch Club is, you DO NOT talk about Bitch Club.
  3. If someone says stop, taps out or goes limp (from getting bitched), bitching ain't over!
  4. Be proud of what you bitch about.
  5. One bitching at a time.
  6. Wait, screw rule 5.
  7. Bitching will go on as long as they have to.
  8. If this is your first time in Bitch Club, you have to BITCH!

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Play These Strings

This... feeling.
It feels all too familiar.
Yet, I'm fighting this war.
A battle within this detached heart.

You're tugging on my strings.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

I FUCKING PASSED!!!

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Oovoo This!

When the sun beats down, in the stillness of night,
We oovoo-ers breathe the life.
Crazy bitch rants and random headbanging.
Sultry poses and jarring singalongs.
Who gives a damn bout the unglam?

We crash the night to break the day.

Oovoo-ers, we ooze bitchay!

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Be Kind Rewind?

This feeling's slowly ebbing away.
'Cause in my daydreams I see you fade.
If time was kind to let it rewind,
I'll right the wrongs and make it all divine.

Slowly it fades away.
If only We can make it stay.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Haunt Me Memory

There he sits.
Taking his last drag.
Daydreaming of a girl he seeks.
Twirling his drink,
He wanders into a Memory.
A Memory he must learn to set free.

Saturday, May 02, 2009

The Scene

There she goes.
Running.
Away from the scene.
From this Heart.
The one that's worn on this sleeve.

For Two?

Is it the icy cold waters?
Or the fear of Uncertainty?
But here's my hand
As we'll be taking the dip for two.