[insert insightful quote here]

MIKA baby!
I ruled today. Solihull eat your heart out.
X

--
loveisallalie.blogspot.com

Untitled-6

Children with adult hearts,

You don't expect us to be aware.

I can see all I need to from here.

You share a look with her and don't expect me to care.

You think you're the void in my mind.

I sit on the convention table,

We have long conversations while adoring fans

Exude jealousy at me for knowing you so well.

I need you to understand...

It started with a smile.

I pass out at the afterparty,

You wake me up, brushing hair out of my face.

I lash out in my dreams, in reality.

You manipulate my chin to look into a space.

My groggy eyes see a flash of flashy white.

You help me to my room, through hope and fate.

You place my head under a flare stream of liquid ice

And wash away my sins for the night.

A zoo is all around me.

Butterflies in my stomach, leopard spots in my eyes.

The next morning you don't even say hello.

I don't even remember your name.

--
loveisallalie.blogspot.com

Blind

It's not fair, you keep knocking me down,

But for all of this love I'm stupid enough

To let myself become blind.

You pull me back up pretending,

Pretend you didn't put me through hell

Where I still love you.

And so I keep both eyes shut to the fire and the flesh,

I pretend that I hate you too:

It's like a game that we play...

Only you always change the rules,

And once again, I'm blind.

--
loveisallalie.blogspot.com

"If you choose the right profession...

...You never work a day in your life."
-Confucious

Some people say dreams are re-organisation of memorys. That's why they
seem so illogical but you can relate to every aspect.

Most of the time I can relate to that.. Only when the bad dreams
happen and I can't remember anything about them previously happening.
I don't recognise the people or the person or the place.

That's why I've stopped getting involved. They're all talking now..
And even though they call themselves my friends... They won't want to
listen to what I have to say.

They ask questions and I give them the answers but they dismiss them.
I don't give a damn anymore. How come the reject is accepted but I'm
insignificant.

Each to his own.

Let the skinny 16 year old look out of place... All the girls fancy my
friends... I know what jerks they can be and if the girls want to
screw around let them.

Wow... I have a significant amount of pent up rage.

Playing guitar in the ward (the orderlies like me.) and we're singing
hurt by nin. Well... The johnny cash version because i can only play
my acoustic because the elderlys are above us.

My lord you should see my knee. It's disgusting. It has distorted and
smudged smiley faces which we drew on for a laugh in chemistry.

x

--
loveisallalie.blogspot.com