| i felt unable i was lying on my side in the same clothes from the very last night i wanna pray that im doing everything right i saw my mom die for the very first time she was an angel god took her from the sky and theres a million other people who ive found that care more than i ever will i held that note out i grabbed my bag and i left through the front door i let my hair grow i put these words in my skin i cannot relate would you believe in my songs if i gave them all to you i cant find the strength in my voice to call you back and say that everything is bad without you and i am lost again oh god i believe i am lost again i stayed in bed and you took so much from me that i couldnt even sleep i waited so long though that wasnt even that bad i never have to be apart of the world and ive been making that a goal for reasons i cannot explain well im an optimist but only in a perfect world i think im to stained with all the negativity from all the people in my way would you believe in my songs if i gave them all to you i cant find the strength in my voice to call you back and say that everything is bad without you and i am lost again oh god belive i am lost again i took a trip down south i felt the sun on my face and it made things okay for a second i drew a picture of my problems when i was going insane and i focused on the currents its a funny thing about it i never seem to worry that every currents not the same its all about position and where i choose to lay and i am going away would you believe in my songs if i gave them all to you and i cant find the strength in my voice to call you back and say that everything is bad without you i am lost again oh god belive i am lost again would you believe in my songs if i gave them all to you and i dont have the strength to call you back and say that everything is bad without you. I want to learn Icelandic, so I can sing to Sigur Ros. I want to lay on my back and watch clouds all day. I want to know everything there is to know about time. I want to hold hands with someone and bungee jump. I want someone to throw rocks at my window. I want to watch people in hotel lobbies. I want to be apart of something bigger than myself. I want to drive for hours not knowing where I'm headed. I want to forgive and be forgiven. I want to find God. I want there always to be music, I never want this track to end. I want to find home. I want to stop being afraid. I want to stop wanting, and start living. I'm Shelby and I like music, a lot. I like art and book stores and people and politics. I like pointless conversations and dark movie theaters and crosses on the side of the road and wondering what their story is. I like listening to stories and shoes and learning new things. I like thinking differently and ketchup and sweet tea and being surrounded by people all talking at once. I do what I have to to get by, and hey, at least I exist. |
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I'm Drowning in My SleepPeople always say that their life is falling apart, but somehow they manage to glue all the pieces back together and make everything the way it was before.I'm Drowning in My Sleep
Before.
Before what? Before he died? Before the heroin? Pills? Alcohol? Before the sunrise? Before the beginning? Before the end? Before the noose? Before the bullets? Before that phone call? Before it hurts? Before rehab? Before death? Before another wrong turn? Before another regret? Before last night? Before tommorrow? Before.
There's so many questions that begin with before.
Before I get better. Before things get worse. Before the pil
by ~ApparationsofMelody
In Response: pt. 3I'm training myself to breathe underwater.In Response: pt. 3
Once I heard that people used to have gills, but they disappeared because we never used them. I think that maybe I could make them grow back if I tried hard enough.
There's always that feeling that I'll suffocate or drown. But, hey, anythings better than here.
by ~ApparationsofMelody
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live. die. repeat."please don't go."live. die. repeat.
not now.
but he's walking out the door and his wings are falling, feather by feather.
"this is when i need you the most."
"please?" but there's just a choked sound as a reply, like this is hard for him too. hard to leave. Alex doesn't believe it for a second. this was never hard for him. "promise me you'll come back." he wants to cry. a small laugh is all he hears. "i'm really not asking much, please. just come back. just for a little while." bu
by ~twitchablewiz13
Hopeby ~melezartworks
hello helicopter.It started out with Justin leaning against his sliding glass door every night, waiting for the day it would slide open. Every night he would stand there, waiting to hear the sigh and the click of it opening. This sigh & click never came. It continued when Justin would sit on the bench out side of his house hour after hour, pulling the petals off of daisies until the neighbors crowded around their windows, watching him. Watching the weird kid on a bench in the dead of summer, wearing a giant parka picking petals from daisies and hoping they'd fly away in the wind that never picked up. The boy neverhello helicopter.
by ~twitchablewiz13
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- Current Residence: A Wonderland.
- Interests: Music, People, Art, Writing, Reading, Politics, A&Rs, Hope, Stopping Cheap Labor.
- Favourite movie: Classic Disney Movies, Finding Forrestor, The Who's Tommy, Pink Floyd's The Wall
- Favourite band or musician: Anything I find substance in.
- Favourite genre of music: I listen to everything.
- Favourite artist: Too many.
- Favourite poet or writer: Ray Bradbury, Markus Zusak, Josh Porter, Stephen Christian, Clive Barker, CS Lewis, JRR Tolkien
- Favourite photographer: Humm...no clue.
- Favourite style of art: Abstract
- Operating System: Dell...?
- MP3 player of choice: Green Video Ipod Nano
- Skin of choice: ...Mine?
- Favourite game: Arcade PACMAN
- Favourite gaming platform: I don't play video games.
- Favourite cartoon character: TMNT.
- Personal Quote: "The function of music is to release us from the tyranny of conscious thought."
- Tools of the Trade: Music, some sharpies, paper, my hands, and sticky notes, lots and lots of sticky notes...
- Website: http://www.last.fm/user/downcasteyes
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I've been to the dark side... and they lied about the cookies.
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Wishing your drinking would hurry and kill you
Sympathy's better than having to tell you the truth
That you are the patron saint of lost causes...
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The best video I've EVER. FUCKING. SEEN.
I get grounded about 12 times a month for saying be-otch or shee-ot... *giggles*
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I've been to the dark side... and they lied about the cookies.
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TALK TO JONNIE. :]
You just write that letter and I'll give it to him, lol.
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Wishing your drinking would hurry and kill you
Sympathy's better than having to tell you the truth
That you are the patron saint of lost causes...
And he will be thoroughly creeped out, I'm sure. XD
You intrigue him.
Besides, he's mad at me for talking about him. Which is stupid because he talks about me, lol.
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Wishing your drinking would hurry and kill you
Sympathy's better than having to tell you the truth
That you are the patron saint of lost causes...
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