31.1.09

ambiguous song lyrics

and secret talks behind white doors
we're running in circles at 2:42 a.m.
"promise you wont tell" multiplied by two
loyalty is ... i don't know anymore anywhere anyone
interpret this
and the posters tell us which chords to play
why can't they tell me what words to say?
why cant they let me forget.

what. the. fuck.

so i saw my name and the sporadic sentences below it
and i just laughed
people never fail to amuse me these days

30.1.09

i really just want to know what it's like to be you

they tried to save the world.

and only succeded in getting themselves killed.



has the fucking heat gone to your head too?

29.1.09

getting inside her head

waiting for them to say something just to break the awful knife of silence
she's only checking the score, not watching the game
will you tell me what to say?

two pages

we're making fun of lovehearts in names and copied blurbs, but just hoping that we're not hypocrites
everythings timing out yet we're always thirty seconds behind
i've always been on time for being late
repeating latin phrases which don't belong to us
bridges are burning under our feet, and thats just what we need right now
summer 08/09, 80 songs
and the horizon seems like a canvas board which threatens to collapse and crush our dreams
paint what you will.

will you just let me wallow in my own self pity?

i need a bigger lens for what's about to happen

i would never cry for you

but i'd do anything to make you laugh

you're such a

so he hands her the key and says "just tell me what's wrong"
the waves crash on their feet but nothing beats the way her head is pulsating with the rhythm of his words
and they're jumping off the pier in search of a better universe, where skies are purple and people play with lions
old ladies on warm benches on hotter days, just become "one of us"
their eyes plead. their eyes plead. their eyes plead.

27.1.09

never_index

clear this history because i'd just rather forget
"i need counselling tonight"
justify this
failing rumours to prove her point
you're just a fucking note in a song that's never gonna be a hit

slumdog 23

trying to be subtle but publishing's not the way.

25.1.09

after all your whispers in the twilight and the times we pretended to be doing something else but were really checking the time, all that's left is

life.

remember this

making appointments we don't wanna go to and waiting for our lives to freakin' load
just hurry the heck up before we stumble down the wrong path
"well it's a new year soon... i thought it would be symbolic."
i love metaphors.

24.1.09

a-a-a-a

fish that remind us of Epic Movies, and losing photos
spilling drinks, and what's left of our battled hearts, on escalators going up
"where are you?" phone calls from the wrong person with the right name
thisbatteryisrunningoutbutsoareyou [red line]
thanks for the fucking history lesson, stranger
y o u a u to m a ted m a n
tag this and get fresh
messages which make us shake because the waiting is over
i wish something new would just begin
receipts which wont go into the bin
i'll frame them
right next to the way your magic eyes laughed when i told you about the way we used to be
and how you looked out of those black frames into the universe
it was like you were asking yourself "who am i?", when all i was concerned about was losing marks and not facing my fears
pluses )
scrolling throughthe emotions like a ferris wheel on crack
adding your words to my dictionary so i can say "i know you"
it's spinning and it's loading
dotting dotting quoting pining
knowing looks on silver spoons and scrunching up paper bags
M
M
M
you look pretty for someone who just cried
it's a gamble i'm willing to fake
theres a button that can take us home?
wow
who would have thought







22.1.09

YES WE CAN and the strangers are hugging

camaraderie wants to be my friend in august
i'm so grateful
crosses in the background
following followingfollowing, and cursing
outage. now.
falling under your wisdom teeth
my life is kinda ironic
drying fairytales in between melted sheets
we're painting because we're artists
kissing moments
kissing moments
drinking moments
4550 they should be coming in tomorrow
i just hope you don't lose my number
thirty all
crying underneath the tables at the offer you lost
i can't define because because i haven't got any questions
radiation on page forty six
i'm escaping from this context and writing my own
we just can't win this
my name says hello and it says goodbye
turn it back one hour and add another twenty three
and this optimism is just fuel
take a gamble
they have everything to forget, and nothing they want to remember
bliss is another four letter word that doesn't belong on my tongue
e.g.


21.1.09

just have this hello

halo?
my only wish is that these parting words won't make you cry.
maybe one day we'll all be happy and holding hands and choking on rainbows
and dancing with unicorns while eating fairy cupcakes
yeah.

20.1.09

welcome

sometimes they just wanna lie on the ground and give up
life's not that simple though
surrender to one thing, and then you're lost.

why now

should i port?

songs, ago

00:03
it wasn't until i sat down and looked that i started to feel guilty
thanks for coming back.

19.1.09

from the mouse trap

xo


make it whatever you will.

+ darkness

(sarcastic) so it's just a coincidence that you're listening to this song?
(sardonically) don't even bother trying to figure me out.

"the rose dried well"

why?
because the memories taste sweeter than the blood of the present.
because the cruel hands of history will judge us in our dreams every night.
because some things are meant to be remembered, not pursued.
because it is only in seeing the dead, may we forget how to live.

17.1.09

they tied your hands to mine like it would stop us

i sit leaning on your knees in the room with the blue wallpaper. the music in the background is a sound not listened to enough, but it will start again soon.
you give me all these ideas and hopes and dreams and imaginings, and i want so bad for them all to come true.
i want so bad it hurts.

when i leave you say i can draw fish on the walls,
but i forget to.

16.1.09

aquariums

do you ever feel like life is just gonna pass you by, that you'll have to crane your neck like a child waving to a train just to catch a glimpse of something, of anything? as if you have to grasp onto everything until your knuckles are white otherwise it won't be there tomorrow. like, you have to just say it now, because if you don't, you really never will. are you afraid that when you look back on your life, you'll see empty photoframes and lost words? when you leave this world, what will you leave behind? will you be remembered? sometimes my greatest fear is being forgotten. can we really change history, without just wearing a crown? get high on your dreams, baby, it's the only way i know how. just put your hand around mine because we'll conquer the skies together. and they'll tell you to cut it with the seize the day bullshit, but, heck, the day is not enough. seize the fucking moment. every fucking moment.
tomorrow is a maybe word, life isn't. don't forget that.


these toys are gonna save the world

fuck what the non-believers say.

whispering to a dog named echelon and now my drink has ended up on the bench.

CAN YOU WAIT?
they're a bit curious, and we're a bit puzzled.
directors to love + growingyoungerinside
maybe everything has changed, but it'll be alright
we're not going to be classified as "children" for much longer
i feel full.
we're looking suspicious
LOITER
LOITER
LOITER
loiter
"you can call us...."
laughing on escalators and getting looks from strangers who just want to know our names
crowded buses, caffeine, chocolate bars with nuts, SERIOUSLY named meals
this is enough.

15.1.09

we're just the messengers sent from above

the ones with the white wings

we know for a fact that it hurts to die. but no one warned us that it hurts to live too.

whatever this is
this pain
this hurt
this hate
this love
this lie
this life
this moment
this longing
this ....
it's forever.

14.1.09

that's what i see when i dream

so what do you think?

I think that everytime I hear his name, I smile. I think I shouldn't be here writing this because this isn't some script we can just cross out. I think I've learnt the definition of forever. I think I'll memorise the way your eyes memorise mine. I think I wasn't looking for anyone, I just wanted to find myself. I think getting lost and living on sunsets is the best idea yet. I think you make me want to surround myself in cheesy love songs and predictable romantic comedies. I think when you say 'it isn't real', you don't really mean it.

sweaty masses

changing passwords to things which can't have seven letters in them
it's about drugs
it's a bit vibey
"i'm a fat chipmunk?"
the expressions on our hazardous faces tell you that we thought it was strange
NO RUNNING

13.1.09

"you fluctuate between 4am and 8pm"

i slept before it was dark and woke up after the sun did today

in need of new batteries

bottles with funny paragraphs and $1.35 stamps
"where the hell are we?"
do you mean literally, or like, in life?
breakingnews of something idontcareabout
maps that don't work... or maybe we only want to stay lost. just for a little bit.
cutting s h o r t c o r n e r s + they're acting defensive
that's a plump pigeon
laughlaughlaughlaughlaugh

bracketed people

To whom it may concern,

Please find attached a draft of my life.

idle

"AND THE CROWD GOES WILD"
"AND THE CROWD GOES WILD"
"AND THE CROWD GOES WILD"
"AND THE CROWD GOES WILD"
"AND THE CROWD GOES...."
while we are still standing here.

horror

aren't we all just the fuck-up's we pretend to be?

the GEM

wandering aimlessly without banners we'd planned to make. sadness; desperation. an unknown woman mentions something about something and we wonder what in the hell she is talking about. but now we can sit and pretend to know what is going on while our grimaces depict our feelings inside.
some pigeons, sushi and solid steps leading to locked doors.
we're all just going in the same direction anyway, held captive on buses while the driver stays silent, ending up where we wanted... somehow.

just a day.
one single
day.

12.1.09

when was the last time

you remembered to live?

a one night stand with... who?

the answers to all our questions are just down the tunnel. so slap on that helmet and a w a y we go !
but then we're going to fast and the wind is burning our cheeks and we can'tbreathecan'tbreathecan'tbreathecan'tbreathecan'tbreathecan't breathe can't breathe can't breathe can't breathe can't ...
whatever.
we don't need to breathe.
we have each other's arms and the knowledge that we will live forever, regardless of what happens while we wait.
can you..... tell me your name without stuttering?
can you...... ask me a question without thinking?
can you....... remember what you said to me that day i said it back?
let's just forget it all ever happened and live it all again.

please
?

the nutcracker

he
is
disguised.

but you'd recognise him anyway.

11.1.09

we're human

(enough)
"you never drank any wine
how are you? just human.
questioning things and losing confidence
ads on the sideline tell me what i really need


but she's so evil

did you accept or deny this?
"i don't go there"
DROWNING in the bubblegum 90s and the histories that aren't mine [to crash]
this is not a safety aide.
join a group and take the fall

losing touch

i hope i never forget you.
fuck
i'm gonna cry.

10.1.09

there's the change

so.
it's this
thing.
but even we don't know what it is.
he asks her, what would i do without you?
she says to him, without me you would lead a happier life.
but the revelation is lost in his look of gratitude.
i will love you forever, he says.
but how long is forever when you can't remember when it all began?

3.0. of 14.0.

we're riding on midnight stars and waiting for everything to finish so we can get started on the next adventure. holidays + pop tunes from the nineties which remind us of empty chip packets and those boys. writing long (short) stories in red folders because that's what rock stars do. [enter this] "we have a whole year ahead of us... it's like we just finished". only some will last, apparently. have I served you well? religious statues everywhere- because they add to the vibe. watching x2 of movies that were originally plays to understandunderstand them better. pinning up headlines from last year and envelopes with my name on it. attending magic shows cos i'm looking for something to believe. i just need something bigger than reality. 17. bopping to that really annoying song that we can't stop listening to. labelling textbooks just to make sure our name really exists. people you may know. how amusing. living in houses of safety to have someting to laugh at. i've got a secret that everyone knows. she thinks i'm in love with him. january is telling me to seize the day... pictures of people looking up at blackness and seeing dots. they see flashes sometimes. reading in latin. i think we need a convention? making maybe dates; let me know. there's been a decline, but nothing DRASTIC. living in waiting rooms. it's our default.

8.1.09

we will be whatever we need to be

suddenly, it's "now".
there is no more waiting, hoping, dreading ?
no more wanting, or whatever.
it's fucking here.

7.1.09

giving people a ....chance

i like surprises sometimes.

"there's not much i can say without repeating myself"

planes flying and landing here again
i thought this was just some dilemma about you know who
not a life changing one
X+Y=LOVE.
it's kind of like happiness vs. obedience.
if only everyone thought like you.
why does this remind me of a film we studied last year?

browsing

do you know what you're doing?
i have no fucking idea.

do you know where you're going?
i have no fucking idea.

do you know who you are?
i have no fucking idea.

6.1.09

writing stories with greylead pencils on scrap paper

"i need some advice" she says, tilting her head to one side
sitting on the bed by the window, watching the sun fall asleep with its killer rays
and you think we're the Romantics??
dreaming on for tomorrow, remarks december, its eyes lighting up at the sound of summer
"WHERE IS THE PASSION?" they're singing, paintbrushes in their pretty little hands which never did (you) wrong
i'm going to take pictures of this moment and then keep on pretending i never felt that way
if that's alright with you, that is.
put on your sunglasses because we're hiding from them now.




5.1.09

take a sip out of this goblet of sarcasm

the human condition;




why do people do the things they do?
analyse my handwriting and you'll soon find out.


dreaming away our egos and paving the new road.

427

stainless suits on hopeful bodies singing wishful hymns praising their godless fathers

inspired

mute this because i'd rather just read the captions
but i wish they could tell me when what i'm seeing is a lie
everyone's shouting at the posters on the walls

your life is waiting!

sorry, what?

4.1.09

Should I know him?

saved at 2:57, by the doorstep
he just fell into her arms like he was born there
bashful rhymes put them to sleep on tuesdays
its embarrassing
okay/

do you ever wonder

if at this EXACT moment on this PLANET, someone is doing the same thing you are...?
just sitting, and
thinking
about
falling.

"there's only one photo of him because he only lived once"

diaries of unwritten words posted on walls... that's what my room looks like
making promises to yourself that you'll always keep, because if you haven't got your own word, then where are you?
"it's just a whim"
they wear black pants and white shirts, and they know just how to act


is anyone listening?

2.1.09

if you think you know me, prove it.

default

what a weird life this one is

see you in the next one?
i can't sleep.
just for the record, for what it's worth, i never got your letter

get changed, bitch.

pondering through eyes of intimidation;
is this all we have become?
there's always.. hope, that we could grow into something better
well, hope is like waiting for the stars to come home
all i need is verification.
WHO ARE WE?
are we anything????

quit being greedy for the past...

our faces strewn across things we should've done/said/faced/denied/saved/created
"let's not let it happen again, shall we?"
and they keep talking but i'm not listening
so, say whatever.

i don't (really) wanna be (fall) in love (yet)

+
summer playlists
summer payslips
do you appreciate this?
"be responsible."

doesn't it?

words that remind you of people................



me 6277.

I'm sorry i couldn't save you

but i always can tell you the time if you ever need it
why would you, though?
crying faces all around the walls
the paintings are staring at me and the ceiling is trying to tell me something
This house can speak. Its ancient doors are the key to caves of a labyrinth of hidden passages and charms.

they leave me intoxicated

hands tied to posts rotting like seaweed.
what a catch.

i do

"EVERYTHING'S CRAZY"
"i know"

1.1.09

i'm crying your tears for you.

where did it all go wrong?
she asks.
but he has no answers for her, and his hands grasp at her wrists.
they slip from his fingers like butter,
and he's left with bare feet and a sad look that he wears so well.

i really want a camera

so i can take advantage of this moment and keep it forever
DRIVING IN CARS THAT DON'T WORK AND WE NEVER FELT MORE ALIVE.

damn girl

god, dont you get it ?


we're made of more than this.
and it's killing me to see you do what you do.
remind yourself when it ends that i warned you.
you'll fall from that chair soon enough.

hair dyed yellow

what i want, this life can't give me.

20090101

"here, take this one"
"posed? cos that's a great idea"

we're walking under bridges and looking up with the lens at the ferris wheel. the metal tin says BIN IT HERE, as if we needed a reminder of what to do with our hearts that had been trudged on by so many foreign footsteps. slow-dancing by the water.. he's teaching her how. coffee never tasted any better than it does right now sitting on this wooden chair with you and you. she's so sweet he comments, and i don't understand. smashing beer bottles because they're losers. thinking we've got work in less than twelve hours but staying out anyway. if you shake your camera, the lights move too.

NOT NOW

there's kids on this fucking train
welcome to the world.