How To Teleport

"yes i did it ive cant beileve it all you need is 5 candles a peice of chalk and water and a flat surface ok wat do do is simple you make a circle with chalk sit in it after you put candle anywere there just so you can see but not to bright for it to work you sit in circle and you think off a place and then you think about being there ok? then you say cuddle lips junk is dum or you say happy place is here now they both worked but cuddle lips junk is dum is best for boys the other 1 works with both but you need to have somone in the room aswell and they need to wistle at a high picth then you say go there now and woosh your there" - lpcisme at http://www.43things.com/things/view/43330/teleport

A Simple Shatter

Dreams like bubbles,
That are so easily broken.
Popped into pieces,
Fractured into fragments.
I can feel myself falling apart.

For He That Bears No Apologies

With your head turned down,
Your mouth spits into the microphone
As you spill your rhymes
To the audience.
Your words flow fast yet
Each individual syllable
Smacks my soul
And touches me so deeply.
I can feel what you’re saying
And your eyes are turned to the floor,
But I swear I can still
See who you are,
I swear your mysterious aura
Can still be disintegrated.
Your lyrics are dark and
Some are whispering their fear and
Others believe it to be a joke,
But I think I understand.
Not only the song,
But I think I understand you.
Just give me one chance to understand you.

Dead End

Our hearts functioned like highways;
We race so fast to
Keep up and stay together,
But I always lose your license plate.
Ignoring the worry-induced pain,
Passing into another lane;
Lost.
Looking at the signs,
Searching for my answers,
Travelling alone.
Wide bridges turn my path dark momentarily,
While those above me
Travel in the light.
Discharge from the dark,
Continue moving forward,
Search for the significance of
Travelling without you.
I can’t quit,
Won’t take the exit,
License plates that don’t fit.
Where are you?
I’m either too late or
You didn’t wait.
Dead end.

Downtown

This is everything, and this is nothing.
It is taking a risk.
It is allowing vulnerability into your life.
It is an alternate way of thinking.
It is the acceptance of the unknown.
It is running away, and staying stationary.
It is believing in freedom.
It is rejecting the social norm.
It is doing something stupid.
It is making someone’s day.
It is everything, except for two letters.
The words are written on the wall.
Painted and printed and permanent.
Perpetually awaiting your interpretation.

Two Hours

Here’s a picture of us
Absorbing the quiet,
Catching the moon,
Forgetting the losses,
Returning from Hawaii,
Not playing video games,
Screaming through the forest,
Counting the hours,
Wishing for the sun,
Transforming,
Wiping off the grass,
Pressing play,
Laughing at whatever,
Trying something new.

From The Clouds

Every night as she falls asleep,
An image of my body appears.
The last time she ever saw me,
The only thing she’ll ever remember me for.
The Priest claimed suicide was a sin.
But little did he know,
Most people in attendance were
Slowly killing themselves each day.
They run around trying to finish errands.
They don’t smile,
They don’t hug.
They just run.
Ignoring the flowers,
Jumping over cracks in the pavement,
Rushing to get to church
So their sins are purged.
Purging sins just to commit sin
The second they step out of the door.
Going to church just to say
They went to church.
I think that God would forgive suicide,
But I don’t think that this town will ever forgive me.
Oh, the irony.

No Offense

"Perhaps you only find life boring because you consider yourself too cool to have any real fun.
The only advice I can give you to rid yourself of this boring rut is to stop taking yourself so seriously, and do something stupid and crazy for once."

Devoted to You

You keep the spotlight dim
As it keeps your face aglow.
Secrets you think that I don’t know.

The girls follow your feet
As you strum your notes.
Words of adoration lifting from their throats.

You talk through your eyes
And sing through your soul.
A cryptic message you keep untold.

I want a closer look,
But I remain in my seat.
Your bridges make me claim defeat.

Sliding through girls
To put a face to the song.
Try not to stare for too long.

But you’ve caught my eye
And I can’t resist;
I’ve allowed feelings for you to exist.

To love a stranger
Is to be insane.
Something I could never explain.

And I swear none of these girls
Can possibly feel what I do.
Give me a chance to show you it’s true.

Your song is over
And I’m lost in my head.
Heartbeat so slow I’m almost dead.

You leave the stage
And erase your silhouette.
Songs my heart will never forget.

I get lost in the crowd,
And scream out loud,
You quickly exit the bar
Bringing no one but your guitar.

Thoughts

"I don't want to be a bitter old woman."
"I won't eat this whole bag of chips."
"If there is some way for me to spill or drop something, it will happen."
"Facebook is making me drag my homework on."
"You're turning me into something I've hated."
"Water conservation."
"Did I really just eat that whole bag of chips?"
"No time for anything."
"I want to write a poem."
"I NEED to write this paper."
"I wish he would message me on Facebook."
"This is a good song."
"I'm excited for tomorrow."
"How should I end this blog?"