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[Sep. 30th, 2009|07:37 pm]
bLue AvOcaDo
I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere

Have I found you
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, american mouth
Big pill looming

Now I'm a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold
And clean blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, american mouth
Big pill stuck going down



And this is how I feel at the moment. Everything comes to an end... even when your having fun what goes up must come down. My life is at a total stop.. which might stay this way for a while.. Sometimes i just miss those night in my room crying and wishing i had some sort of sharp object to help me feel that need of being alive. Now i know what i did wrong.. and why im still here. But i think that everyone in this world has cried to their pillows. I just cry to sleep and to get me to a different day in my life. What if things where are they seem? Well i might be making a mistake or doing myself a favor. Either way i think its time to just leave for a bit. Come back strong and ready to deal with the outcomes.
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