no pizza for me tonight

am i the only one who cares?

ignored and broken to the most cliche of lines

just wait until i'm gone

i'm going to come back to haunt every single one of you.

trailer

when twin brothers
stand on opposites side of the law
only one thing can bring them together

c# minor vi,iv,i, etc....

maybe we are nothing but hollow vessels, letting everything thin out

waiting to be filled up with lies and labeled done for

who is this justin bieber?

what is it that we are looking for?

his words calling out to us?

evidence that everything is here for a purpose, that we aren't all doomed without

belief in that which guides the majorities actions?

where did we go wrong when silence is broken everyday by the screams of those unheard and

unloved?

I don't know what is real and what is all just one hidden palindrome , taking us exactly where we

feel the most vulnerable

If we aren't reaching out, will there be somebody there waiting for us?

Most times I feel like there could be something out there, something that I felt once before, but now I just feel empty.

pomergrantes

Walking like silhouettes

we are guided by the break in the clouds but we are all anticipating the for someone to scream " don't save me now".

something a little different

Last night, we all re-connected through coincidental manners. You first neared me as my senses were distracted by familiarity. I didn't know if you wanted to talk to me because lets face it, i doubt you ever did. I still remember you though, I promise you that. Then, we all came together by visions of our new homes and how close we all actually were. I can clearly say that I miss you all. We began laughing and having conversations again. Meanwhile, plans were made that weren't addressed to all. I wish it would be like how I thought it all used to be. I did have another dream where I was at school and you came and embraced me. I was surprised to say the least, and I still feel a little bit awkward to such a gesture, even in my dreams. I don' really remember my dreams anymore. Its been only demonic images mostly now that i think about it, but i remember last night clearly.

listening to anathello

i can hear the coyotes howling, looking for their space in the world.