this will never get old

I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your straight blind eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
And 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 bill looming

Now I’m a fat house cat
Cursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide/white fence cracks
Kissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, brown hair bleeding
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big bill, stuck going down

Iron & Wine

how people treat you is their karma;
how you react is yours.
-wayne dyer

the lights never shine quite as bright anymore

if letting in is the only way out
i might just not make it

the walls are there
do i dismantle it
or will someone spare the extra effort?

norah jones once again

Your eyes seek conclusion in all this confusion of mine
Though you and I both know it's only the warm glow of wine
That's got you to feeling this way, but I don't care,
I want you to stay
Just to hold me and tell me you'll be here to love me today

Children are dancin', the gamblers are chancin' their all
The window's accusing the door of abusing the wall
But who cares what the night watchmen say
The stage has been set for the play
So just hold me and tell me you'll be here to love me today

The moon's come and gone but a few stars hang on to the sky
The wind's runnin' free but it ain't up to me to ask why
But the poets are demanding their pay
And they've left me with nothin' to say
'cept hold me and tell me you'll be here to love me today
Just hold me and tell me that you'll be here to love me today
Just hold me and tell me that you'll be here to love me today

'But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear'

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction
But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear
'Cause here we are, here we are

Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they're quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There's no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words I'm paraphrasing this relationship we're staging

And what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
And kind and courteous is a life I've heard
But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt oh dear
Cause here we are, here we are ..
We're still here
What a beautiful mess this is
It's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes

Through timeless words, and priceless pictures
We'll fly like birds, out of this earth
And times they turn, and hearts disfigure
But that's no concern when we're wounded together
And we tore our dresses, and stained our shirts
But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it

( a beautiful mess )

eat your projections

In tragically too often criticizing moments, its always when self-expectations are not met. It has nothing to do with others and everything to do with oneself. Don't put projections on other people. Eat 'em.

familiarity breeds contempt

which is why distance is so beautiful

when the things that make you happy no longer makes you happy

-

下一个天亮

用起伏的背影 挡住哭泣的心
有些故事 不必说给 每个人听
许多眼睛 看的太浅太近
错过我没被看見 那个自己

用简单的言语 解开超载的心
有些情绪 是该说给 懂的人听
你的热泪 比我激动怜惜
我发誓要更努力 更有勇气

等 下一个天亮
去上次牵手赏花那里散步好吗
有些积雪会自己融化
你的肩膀是我豁达的天堂

等下一个天亮
把偷拍我看海的照片送我好吗
我喜欢我飞舞的头发
和飘着雨还是眺望的眼光

时间可以磨去我的棱角
有些坚持却永遠磨不掉
请容许我 小小的骄傲
因为有你这样的依靠

as i sit and watch

one is easy to forgo.
but two begins the compounding.

yes. a mere addition inflicts what was thought to be forsaken.

luckily i found my solace.
well, sorta.


what happens when the mind and heart contends?

the battle is still raging
the pendulum swings
may the better side win

don't wonder why people go crazy. wonder why they don't

I'm stuck in a place you can hardly understand.
But I don't blame you.
Well I do, actually. Maybe just a little.

Giving up and missing out.
I don't know.. Superficial things?
I should be able to go way beyond that.
I might have thought too highly of myself.

I'm not an idiot.
I know what you meant between the lines.
It's weird how this works.
Really.
But I guess that's how it goes.
Always have. Always will.

Maybe true empathy doesn't exist at all.

.. the human experience is a sad, funny, beautiful thing, full of imperfection and irony

for they could not

they did not listen
they're not listening still
perhaps they never will

lilacs and hydrangeas

it's spring.
in some other beautiful parts of the world.
none of mine to see.

or maybe i'm just blinded.

tell me your secrets*

maybe i should rant and rave
maybe i should keep to myself
how i wish i could surrender this front
how i wish it were easy for me like it was for everyone else
im always hanging
its always haunting
where's the comfort in such pain?
will you be my shoulder?




*and i'll tell you mine

will you?

stay with me

sit through the awkward silences

and watch the world go by

believer

Didn't think you would trust me.
Thought you would see what I see.
This days have been good for me too,
But I can't stay.
You know why.
Didn't want this to end like this.
Thought I might could convert.
These nights have been sad for me too,
But I don't pray.
You know why.

You are a believer,
I am not.

Didn't think I could ever love,
So I had to destroy it all.
But you will do find someone new,
When I am gone.
You know why.

You are a believer,
I am not.

stay, would you

If I build a wall
A hundred feet tall
Would that keep you in?
If I shackled your feet
So you couldn’t leave
Would you try and run?

If I promise not to fight
At least not tonight
Would you stay the night?
If I wore that little dress
That you like the best
Would you pass my test?

Would you stay?
Would you stay with me?
Would you stay?
Would you stay with me?

If I poured another drink
What would you think
About staying in?
If I was sincere
And whispered my fears
Would you still be here?

Would you stay?
Would you stay with me?
Would you stay?
Would you stay with me?
With me

my world is a better place with you in it

the hardest part of kicking an addiction is wanting to kick it
i mean we get addicted for a reason, right?
it's the high we're chasing
the high that makes everything else fade away
still, they say, don't kick the habit till you hit rock bottom
but how do you know when you're there?
because no matter how badly a thing is hurting us
sometimes, letting it go hurts even worse

the hardest pill to swallow

there is a hole in the sky.

what i wouldn't give

im losing this fight
this might be the closest i can get..
where are the better days..
i'll be there as soon as i can