Sometimes you lose your grip on things and you're figured out.

you won't know what I mean, but I don't care.

Knowing that things could be different if the circumstances were different can only cheer me up for so long... Written while I was a bit tipsy and not quite myself.

You believe something your entire life, accepting it without question, only to stumble upon the fact that it is false

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To be thirteen again... For I know not myself, even now.

You hafta read it. And, yes I amm perfectly sane, tyvm.

I know an old lady who lives in a shoe...

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A short look into my English class, movies, and my oddball of a mind. Note: 'Finding Forrester' will help your understanding of this short story.

Written as I sat in the empty school caf, drinking a cappuccino milk and feeling disconnected to the life inside those walls.This is the theme of my everyday life.

Reality is imaginary, imagination real; escape with me from those silly laws of physics, toss your textbooks in the trash and fly away to Jupiter's moon...

Something I wrote when I was thinking waaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy too much. Wrote while bored at band camp and watching the sun...

(whispered) sexiness is the confused, beautiful, be-eyelinered poet penning angst in pink gel pen, his tongue toying with the cap.