Remember the time.

my bestfriend. god i miss you. i still cant believe that i missed your fucking birthday and valentines day. I miss you. I miss the roses.



Remember the time we stayed up all night
singing in the moonlight
the train passed by
you could tell we were high
I'm forgetting the words, looking in your eyes

Remember the time with the butterfly ring
MCDONALDS is still the place to be
talks about sugar, whispers in your ear
always is...

all i ever want and all i ever need
your right here with me

remember the time you were laying on the car
i climbed up there just to lay with you
the motion of the ocean; how to tie your shoe
anything you want to learn you know ill teach it to you

remember the time we thought it was the last
frog hunting, flowerpicking, paper bag
always is, all i ever want and all i ever need
your right here with me

so remember this time
it wont be the last
please hurry tho time is moving fast
take my hand let the others go
ill make you smile just let me know..


cause your all i ever wanted, and your all i ever needed, and your right here with me...finaly.

i miss you kelsey.

Manic Depressive.

i am nothing I ever thought I was. I burn anyone who gets too close. I am cold. I am the weakest child. I throw fits, and give lectures and can't even take my own advive. I act wise, and mature. I am foolish. So foolish. I don't have words. I need everything I can't have. So I'm going to sit alone, and conquer this night....eventually I hope that I'll understand

"All these thoughts of getting older are bringing me down, my love. Like a cat in a bag waiting to drown this time I'm coming down. Now the drugs don't work they just make you worse, but I know I'll see your face again."
I am woman and I am annoyed. I am under DeReconstuction. Never the happily crippled. Always the idealistic cynic. In a bind. In a bind. My fury? Simple drips on a page. But these are MY thoughts ripened to completion. MY words hardened to stone. These are MY charming utterances. MY precious fallible creatures. I ache for you Mikki, and lament as your love runs you dry. I think I would like to be the sun. The wind. A single snail. The red flower that breaks my own heart. I think I would like to be a secret. Or the wag of a tail. But as always I am pure, ferocious fire. A young woman whose body is burning. I think I would like to be summer. Or the one who rocked you like a hurricane. But as always I am biding my time. I am a calculated reaction. Hyperbole. Whatever. I've said it all before. Contradiction oozing from my every pore. And I stand here simply reeking. Stinking of envy and dripping with disdain. Barely conscious because I am all too conscious. Desperately connecting the dots of my instability. Today is bright fucking RED. I suppose its only a matter of time before I have become accustomed to this madness. I am always flying off in every different direction. Its just been some time since I have done it alone. I dont want to go on alone without you.

I have all of these words rocketing across my mind. Pretty phrases of hope. Resounding like soft whispers that were magnified by silence. I speak of names greater than mine. I know their stories. I hold secrets in my skin. Stories and words that have been entrusted to me only. I have hope and I have fears. I am young. I am free. I have no desire to end this. My pain makes me real. My body resides in a pecarious position, but it reminds me that I am fallible. My mind snags on my logic. I am always running in circles. I am not mystery. I am pure, pulsing emotion. Crazy, crazy girl. But I can make you feel. I can show you the beauty of a word. I can make you laugh at the worst of life. And when I speak I have something to say. So really, I guess...I'm worth living for. So, I live for me. I live for you.You dont know this. But I live all for you. I can't even direct these words into anything beautiful, but its in my mind. Its in my mind. I am O.K tonight.
I wish tomorrow I could just touch your face. Your morning eyes are glorious.

Love is all you need.

I hope you remember Im captivated by the way you smell. I leave and your still on me. You think sometimes my life has nothing to do with you. I have reason to believe your satisfactory, as i browse through photos from the last evening. I think your perfect, don't run away. It scares me to believe that this is so true. Maybe you are supposed to be my summer. The day may be clear, but its still raining darling, i wouldn't want your camera to break, or my hair to lose volume. Can we turn this music louder please, just turn it up a little louder, only the scent of you, i simply cannot, i simply cannot withstand this torture anymore. I've never realised stories could taste so good. I do suppose stories can be read, reread, and read again. They are always the same stories, until, one day, the stories are all to recognisable. Its comforting to know your here hammer, i can break things with you sweetheart. My hammer, the one in which, you know all too well, i keep tucked safe under my pillow, just in case silence occurs. I wont hurt you, i cant can i? Your too perfect. I just wish I was there. Or rather, you here.

Rooftops.

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The world is quiet here, inside my head, since you have come, that is. You gave me the opening to learn. You questioned my future, then saved me a place in the front row. Or so i can see. My humour has always been dry, and left people in awkward situations. I had spent time feeling embarrassed, but shortly realised there was no point pondering and pandering around. I had no problem with my sense of pride. My improvisation was never up to scratch in the fake world. I intend to buy the item in which Audrey Hepburn smokes her cigarettes from, in the film, 'Breakfast At Tiffany's'. What eloquence with a capital E. What a classic, all must view it once in their lives, if it only be a mere half hour of it. How childlike of me, do i only know of the term 'cigarette holder' for the object in discussion. Daring, i kid, i kid.. I am still not sure what i want to do with my life, but my dear, you are influencing it, surely. What an atrocity it be that i fail to attend do's in pubs. I mean, how simply dire.. Please come and watch Clockwork Orange with me, I have it on vhs. We can sit on beanbags if you must. I insist. Carry on my darling.. I grow weary of this. Did you know that the definition for the term sexy, in my little computers dictionary, states, 'Verging on inpropriety or indecency'. I say, cruel world. I need my sleep. It just seems so appropriate. Rooftops and all.

You.

I shall wander into the bleak back yard, and lay on an antique rug, gazing up at the stars and satellites in the sky, the sky in which belongs to very many, yet few take the opportunity to espy it. The moon shines upon us. You shall type away on your typewriter, knowingly. I wish you would stop for a moment. You know too much. That's possibly why i adore you. Take life one beautiful thing at a time, i do not count, as i am not so handsome as the antiques that we browse through. I applied eyeliner to your numinous eyes, and smiled my less so common smile.

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