Colors.I suppose One of my goals in life Has always been to paint A streak of rainbow Across anything toned White, gray, blackColors.
There's enough routine in the world.
Heart's in your Handswhen we kiss it's like a shock running through my veins and when you smile sweet at me i can feel no pain and every little thing you say no matter place or time of day it runs in circles round my head and sits in my belly like leadHeart's in your Hands
and above all what you need to know is that i would never let you go my heart's in your hands and you can do what you can i will folllow
and when you say a tender word sadness to me seems absurd and it's in you that i believe i pray that you would never leave but when you smile i can see all the
In the Dark TonightThe dark Tonight is quiet It is soft and velvet smooth Tonight I hate it I want to run and dance and scream To live a flighty teenage dream To make life and make love As the moment lasts Make peace with the past And make room for the futureIn the Dark Tonight
But instead the dark oppresses Reaches inside and suppresses Its stillness is an injustice Against my restless heart Against an inquiet soul That is not quite whole Tonight
Tonight
I need you more than ever And maybe were you and I older We could drive and live and laugh &n
I'm Tryingi guess what im trying to sayI'm Trying
with everything up and down every day
and nothing ever ever stays the same
and everythings shifts from colored to gray
and my solid stands get swept away
is
i hate it when i see you cry
hate to hear you scream why
never want you to have to lie
never want to tell you goodbye
don't want to hear you say no
can't hear you say you want to go
can't stand to have you feel down
i want to keep you
on solid ground
so i guess
that my goal
is to protect you from everything that
co
to risk soundingi want to write you liketo risk sounding
a disorder a caution sign a warning label
big black letters screaming,
'may cause arrhythmia' which i know is irregular heartbeats
i want you to be a disease i want cause and symptom, i just want a fucking cure
and i am risking sounding cliche because that's what love looks like these days, cherry lips and cheeks and
parabolic hearts mocking the shapes of the anatomical vessel tucked inside of chests
you're stringing words from my jaws; i wonder if you hope that i will always
MinimalismYou can see Try to see See the summer sky See the summer skyMinimalism
Know you’ll be Yeah, you’ll be Be mystified Be mystified
You can see Try to see See the autumn moon See the autumn moon
See The sea See The sea
You can see What you’ll be See the summer sky Be mystified
You can see Try to see See the summer sky See the mystified
Sea
TimeTime is running, jogging time is walking, talking time is escaping. It's slipping, it's sliding. Right through my fingers, Right through them. I'm tied up, Anxiety binding me as I think about... Time. My time is running, slipping, escaping. My time isn't lasting. My hourglass is in need of a flipping. time is something we don't always have, and right now, my time is running out.Time
| My name is Steven, I'm 16, (finally), I live in the Quad Cities, a town too hick to be the big city and too big to be hick. I'm a geek, especially in the band sense. I love marching band, jazz, concert band, anything I can get myself into. I play saxophone, tenor primarily, but also any of the others. I've got friends, the weirdos, the outcasts, and the slightly off who stick together away from all things good and holy. I'm strange, and proud of it. I try to be optimistic, but usually fail, my goal is contentment, which I rarely reach, and I'm in love with an unreachable sense of joy. I don't draw, sometimes I take photographs, sometimes I write poetry, and I'm mostly here to admire people more skilled than I. |
Winter Night
Lazy
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Violence isn't answer, it can also be an argument, question or comment.
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"It argues that true love will triumph in the end. Which may or may not be true, but if it's a lie, It's the most beautiful lie we have."- John Green
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"It argues that true love will triumph in the end. Which may or may not be true, but if it's a lie, It's the most beautiful lie we have."- John Green
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"It argues that true love will triumph in the end. Which may or may not be true, but if it's a lie, It's the most beautiful lie we have."- John Green
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Wisest is she who knows she does not know.
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Wisest is she who knows she does not know.
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