Tuesday, April 13, 2010

new english

"everyone around you is going through a transformation."
something is wrong with the universe tonight.

apathy, anonymity, hair dye, tough life
notes in in new english/free thinker, you're foolish
masks in makeup, hearts in your hands
empty ink lovers/ open wasteland.

exhaling the atmosphere
watching it rain from the floor
run away from this house and
i'm juvenile

you have the worst morals i've ever seen
if you can even call them that

can't be that deep
you don't know everything
not with this new english you speak/
your vices embarrass me

smoking cigarrettes
under the banner of heaven
my whole life is satire
where is my transformation?

Sunday, April 4, 2010

"There's a ghost in my lungs and it talks in my sleep."

exhibit a.
what are you supposed to do when you realize how small you are?
when i write down my dreams, they'll include a map of the world.
we love to know that we are not alone.
we read to know that we are not alone.
we fuck to know that we are not alone.

exhibit b.
when you say that you're bleeding on the inside, what do you think it means?
that you're hurt?
everybody's bloody on the inside.
all your heart does is bleed from the moment you were born.

exhibit c.

exhibit d.
where is my mind?