these in this post are so OLD. like, 8th grade old. [FEB (22:57) 7TH] ( chess game *04Collapse ) -- ( snippets **2005Collapse ) -- ( crossing lines **2005Collapse ) -- ( silly love song **May 14, 2004Collapse ) -- ( memory lane **5/18/04Collapse ) -- ( snippets **2004Collapse ) -- ( rainstorms in color **6/15/04Collapse ) -- ( sucker for acoustics **11/18/04Collapse ) -- ( bike riding knight **summer 2003Collapse ) -- please note that these are old and the newer stuff is in previous entries. i just put these on here because i know every little bit of inspiration helps.. sorry if it bored you completely. but, do comment on the things you like, dislike, or think i should change. i'd love some input - no one ever gives me any. :) so, yeah. have at it. OH YEAH, not all of them are lyrics. just thoughts on things. and i thought that i worded things well, so i figured what the hell.. but yeah, fair warning, they all suck. :) 2 MSG · OPINION · MEM ADD · EDIT

[FEB (22:55) 7TH] this one isn't planned. but some of you should read into it. i'm tired of being single - you aren't doing a very good job of fixing that. i've decided some of my friends have been pretty sucky lately. i don't think it's my fault, but knowing this week, it probably is. things need to be talked about, but i'll let you get on that - i'm not jumping to the rescue anymore. i'm not a crutch - stop leaning on me. i'm human. i have feelings too. i wish we would exist at school. i've realized that he's perfect and way out of my league - and so are you. things have really bad timing. there's no karma to bite me in the ass. it was all used up last year. what's going on? maybe they aren't fake - maybe ... well, you can be sometimes, too. i've listened to every death cab for cutie album 4 times through over the last two days. pathetic, yes. i really wish you would stop trying to make things happen between you and i. i'll except my knight in shining armour and nothing less. you.are.not.it. GIVEUP. and maybe if someone would stop and think that the jokes you make aren't funny anymore, things might be different. but no one has, and it never stops. ten bucks says none of you will read this and give me the reaction i'm looking for. another five says you might. quit pushing me to do something i'm a)not ready to do and b)just plain don't want to. it's a not a laughing matter. and it's none of your business. i'll do it on my own time. stop joking about him, too. it's over. it's done. i'm hurt. no, crushed. and you're insensitive. and rude. you don't realize it. of course you don't. you are the world. I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR FUCKING MOON ANYMORE. i was a band-aid for your hurts. where was your band-aid for mine? on the phone with him. or out with her. see abandonment. or jealousy fits too. i don't like green anymore. OPINION · MEM ADD · EDIT

[JUL (23:37) 3RD] no, i don't see forever in your eyes. i see a sea of stormy blue. blue like the ocean of missed phone calls and misunderstandings that seperates you and i. you're like the east wind. i'm the like the west. one cold. one hot. when we meet, it's this tornado effect. mixed signals and stolen glances whirling about. it fits, really. you're just like the weather. unpredictable. but so damn beautiful. i sit down to write. just like every other time i hear this song. so, pen goes to paper, the ink flows. it's a downward stream heading straight to you. i always aim for the farthest target. yet i always seem to hit your bullseye. OPINION · MEM ADD · EDIT

[MAY (19:33) 29TH] so i'm not digging the way this story is unfolding. i'm having a hard time following your plot line. make up you mind, boy. write it straight. make an arrow and point me to your star show me what your paradise is made of. tell me where i fit into this and i'm wishing that that heart of yours belonged to me becuase you've been holding mine in the palm of your hand and you don't even have a clue. i'm dreading the day i never see you again. things might just go back to normal. but then, there won't be a normal. not without your beautiful blue-greens. show me what your paradise is made of. tell me where i fit into this and i'm wishing that that heart of yours belonged to me becuase you've been holding mine in the palm of your hand and you don't even have a clue. it's a connection i know you see. i want to believe you'll still be here. and i'm trying to write you what i see trying to show you my heart on a page but it's just this big scribbled mess. maybe you should try coming around we'll make miracles i'm self-destructing allowing myself to fall it feels so right so close to perfect and it's all dressed in the color of your eyes. show me what your paradise is made of. tell me where i fit into this and i'm wishing that that heart of yours belonged to me because you've been holding mine in the palm of your hand and you don't even have a clue. but then, it's amazing how a 4 minute conversation with you can take my heart and rips it to shreds but then a smile or a hug can mend it put it back together better than ever and each time, there's just a little more of you in me. so show me what your paradise is made of. i want to fit into it. and i'm still wishing still wanting that heart of yours to belonged to me cause you've had mine in the palm of your hand and you still don't even have a clue. OPINION · MEM ADD · EDIT

[MAY (15:27) 24TH] this mountain is france. and you wrote me a letter that time. i wrote back - then a year passed and you were all but forgotten. we got close once. half a block away from the rest of forever. but we never met. not even once. you wrote me a letter again. this time it was sadder. there was talk of lover's betrayl and death of the senses. and you said your heart was shattered. by a artist. who he could paint it back together. yeah, look at that mess. you spoke of a writer, next. a writer who wrote stories. stories that went straight to that heart on your sleeve. but then. he took an eraser, down to the paper. and made those graphite lines rub out. like the stain on your favorite tshirt. your heart, you said, is screaming for solitude. yet, you just can't seem to sit still. OPINION · MEM ADD · EDIT

[MAY (14:41) 23RD] test 1, 2, 3. OPINION · MEM ADD · EDIT

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