

a tiny memory.I always used to love the waya tiny memory.
those pebbles felt beneath my feet below the streetlight late at night the corner of your dead-end street.


Painted Rocksyou're far away and my words are so empty. im a sad, sorry canvas begging you to paint my cheeks blush red.Painted Rocks
and draw me a picture illustrating you and I holding hands and running forever, not stopping not looking back, breathing fast,
spinning and spinning, falling falling
as the earth tips beneath the rise and fall of our laughing chests.
do you see this baby? this livid bliss i kill for everyday.


When It's Uswhen i cup my hands around your faceWhen It's Us
do you feel the truth, the rush, the heat?
when you hold my body in it's place
you can make me wither in defeat.
i'm alive in multi-color light
spinning to the rhythm of our lips.
nothing else but this idyllic sight
fingertips on top of fingertips.


Scenes of Romancemy breath quakes like california in the heat of your velvet sunshine touch and i ask you, not to stop, but to shine across my universe just to tease the clouds that dare to cross my path.Scenes of Romance
i want to root myself into your limbs and twist my bones around your bones in effort to connect; to keep myself forever by your side where there's no such thing as time.
i've memorized the rise and fall of breath tides on your chest where i rest my head upon your sea
and drift away to the steady pulse of your life.
when i wake up i swear i've seen your f


CaseyYou were pretty Until you opened your mouth, The brain turned off As the words poured out And you didn't listen-Casey
Recounting the past, and How tired you were of Mister Right Now, and All the disappointment that entailed But you didn't listen-
You threw yourself at everyone You threw it all away On your knees You aimed to please Yourself. Now you're trapped In the hole you dug Between your legs, and Mister Right Now Is gone again-
Maybe you should've listened.


Reach into My HeartReach into my heart, Seek out that place you hold; The place you have control of …but I wish you didn’t. Your words and actions make me bitter; I can never believe you day after day. When you reach into my heart, My mind knows what should be done, But the heart desires and looks for truthReach into My Heart
Outnumbering the mind ten to one.
Devious Comments
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There are things that go bump in the night, make no mistake about that. And we are the ones who bump back.
I am the High-Wizard-of-Things-That-Go-Bump-in-the-Night
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Lia
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May dreams be brought that I might reach
the gentle strains of midnight speech
and frozen stars that gild the forest floor.
[Cradle of Filth, "A Dream of Wolves in the Snow"]
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"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who
mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."
- Dr. Seuss
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