it's ironic; it's spring but I've never felt so plutonic

part of the mystery

I've seen a child

He's caught in the sad trap of gravity

He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree

and lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity

Next time he will not aim so high

yeah, next time neither will I

let's not shit ourselves (to love or be loved)

Bright Eyes

boomerang

It took so long to figure out

what this book has been about

you will. you? will. you? will. you? will

Bright Eyes

stripped

My head feels weak

and suddenly

it's clear to see

it's not them but me,

who has lost my self-identity.

As I hide behind

these books I read,

while scribbling

my poetry,

like art could save a wretch like me,

with some ideal ideology

that no one could hope to achieve.

And I am never real;

it is just a sketch in me.

And everything I made is trite

and cheap

and a waste

of paint,

of tape,

of time.

waste of paint

Bright Eyes

shell

anti-social hideaway.

doomed to cyclecycle:

bicycle.

one of loneliness, one of fear

fear of failure

they perpetuate eachother until you are left, so fragile

you faint

as time slinks by, it kidnaps what remains of your Happiness

but you never notice, you aren't even aware

That she has left you for the shadows.

All that remains is a shell: you.

A shell carries no memories: it doesn't know any better.

It only harbors a hint of an echo, a hint of sanity

So don't be fooled, so don't get lied to
Love was always cruel
And don't act strange, don't be a stranger
It happened to me, now it's happening to you
But if you'd take that train underwater
Then we could talk it through

Now don't stay mad, just let some time pass
And in the morning you'll wake feeling new
And if I don't come back
I mean, if I get sidetracked
It's only cause I wanted to

train underwater

bright eyes

Trading safety

I'm ready

as ready as I'll ever be.

how i've missed you lately

and the way we would speak 

and all that we wouldn't say

bird stealing bread 

iron and wine

You thought by now you'd be 
So much better than you are 
You thought by now they'd see 
That you have come so far  

And the pride inside their eyes 
Would synchronize into a love you've never known 

So much more than you've been shown

one more time with feeling

Regina Spektor

prevail

Four days