ressurection.

let these ocean waters that we danced in wash you away,
let them drown your lies and the memory of your face.
Stay gone from my mind and clear from my brain.

I've loved so childishly,a child himself
a leo in destruction, a boy chasing his dreams.

Every single moment we've spent lying next to eachother crafting our sentences
making them sound exactly how they were supposed to sound
we lied under stars on a dead ground.

afloat in a dangerous sky wrapped in silk sheets of wasted cries
i cried out to you and you'd thrust your hips
reach out and run your fingers on my lips
look me in the eyes and make me feel it was real
but i was too numb to feel.

An excellent actor,plastered smiles in his pockets
but after so long its hard to keep going

I close my eyes and i can smell the salty air
I can feel the sand beneath my feet
swimming through the thick waves of novocane
racing to build our castles to watch them fall
because in the end I'm ressurecting a person i never knew at all.

sabotage

I'm stuck here where i have always been
between the dreams and ambition
between the wall and a hard place
but i'm done with the pitty party because eventually no one ever shows
i'm left sitting alone in the corner feeling sorry for myself
knowing damn well i never sent the invites because i was too lazy
i had no interest in communicating or putting out work to do so
and i just expect them all to show up with their party favors
to get me out of here
to get me out and help me stop feeling bad for myself
but i know now its something i have to do for myself
and then maybe we can throw a party to celebrate all that i've done
i mean they all say i can do it
then why am i just now believing them?
either i haven't wanted to hear it
or this one is just really convincing and didn't need an invite.
If I'm capable of so much now and I'm only sitting still,
can you imagine what i'll be.
no more self sabotage for me.

i am pheonix.

I am a pheonix, bright and beautiful

strong but distraught in the in my own disturbed thoughts.

I can fly to heights you've never even dreamed of you pitiful human being,

you can throw your rocks, and take aim but i will fly again

i am a pheonix, bright and beautiful

and you've seeped your way in through the cracks

stripping my colorful feathers, you've given me gray but i take the gray and create a different shade

because i am only what i am in the mess that you made,

i will stay strong and i will soar on watching from a distance.

See i was once convinced that landing for you was the right thing to do,

you distracted me with your S.O.S so i flew in to save you and stranded me instead

but dont you know how pathetic you look standing next to me, such a open minded creature near a boring human being

you are nothing.

you were nothing.

you try to twist my words,and hit me where it hurts, but it never hurts because i always move foward

look at me spread my wings, and fly circles around your head while she lies in your bed under your cover of lies

i feel bad for her baby,i do

because while your doing her, im flying for you.

you threw your rocks,you tried your best

hit me where it hurts,but i sucked the heart from your chest.

and now i am a pheonix.

well.

So usually i congest rhymes, and emotions into my writing but today i think i'll just vent.. get it all of my chest and let it out; talking to yourself is only bad if you answer.. and who ever made that rule has made me feel unacceptably challenged.

The human race scares me, in fact the human race freaks me the hell out. Such soft flourishing layers of skin,and so much going on inside, that no one can see unless you tell them about it, unless you relay that message with words that you can barely find half of the time so others will misconceive the ideas twisted in your disturbed mind and perceive you to be this monstrous being that you really wish you were. I'd probably have more friends if i didn't try so hard to relay those messages, i think i scare everyone away.. but hey who needs friends,right? My mind is such a scary place, and honestly i think im saving people from having night mares by keeping those thoughts to myself. Isn't it crazy how much one person can go through throughout their lifetime? Whether it be one big traumatic experience, or a series of just bad luck followed by small incidents that confuse the hell out of them and have them misunderstanding themselves all together. I've been through both, and im still here.. blogging away like i have nothing to do today, like there are no heavy weights lying on my chest, making it harder to breath and keeping me from loving someone the way i am capable, because i am a human being that hasn't stopped dreaming. I refuse to become another zombie so focused on my nine to five that i forget that life doesn't just happen, so we can "find out who we are and what were made to do" i believe that life is about CREATING yourself and making the image to clear to everyone around you that they no longer have to ask "so how do you feel about that?"

It's hard being such an opinionated person,honestly it fucking sucks.. seems like everyone has something to say,fingers to point and questions to ask.. but what they don't understand is im willing to answer those questions all day.. even if i can't find the right answers. I take pride in who i am, and i won't anyone stop me.. because even if i don't know what i want to be "when i grow up" or where i want to be or who i want to be with i know that no matter where life takes me i will never stop dreaming. Life is bigger than you,and we were sent here to figure that out.. the faster you realize you cannot control other people or their thought process,you cannot make them love you or treat you with respect the easier the ride gets.. When i was younger and i watched those movies that had the cheesy genies in it, and he granted an ungrateful child three wishes, i already knew the things he couldn't wish for ; 1.you cannot make someone love someone else 2.you cannot change anyone 3.you cannot change the world but you know what you could wish for to be the best that YOU could be,when people stop comparing themselves to others they'll start to realize they have so much more time on their hands, and they could possibly use that time to create themselves, if our generation had a quote to describe us it'd probably be "YOLO"(you only live once) and i think its pretty ironic that this quote "You only live once,but if you do it right.. once is enough" has been around for years before us.. i wish there were more open minds like me. It's so hard to connect with people who only hear what they want to hear.. it's like everyone has a filter on and can only pick up certain pieces of information from a conversation. How do you communicate with these individuals? you don't. You start thinking there is no one else like me, and then you become in denial, feel alone or abandoned and then you come around you wake up one day and you realize its not so bad (speaking from experience here) because WHY in the HELL would you want to find another person like you? This is why people go through so many friends, you can't keep comparing what your friends decide to do over what you would do.. people come from different places, there is NO ONE like you. It is crazy when you find someone extremely similar though? right, that person thinks the same things at the same time, or wants the same thing from life.. does this mean you're supposed to trap this person suck all of the knowledge you can from them on this deserted planet and leave them lifeless so you can continue your journey;no. People need to stop mistreating one another.. You know i love Kanye, he is a fucking genius and one thing he says is ; Being used is not a bad thing, its being misused, or abused.. because if someone couldn't use you, you'd be USE-less. Makes sense to me.. makes a whole hell of a lot of sense to me actually. I want people to USE me, not to suck me dry but to be able to step into my shoes for a good 5-10 minutes and enjoy how my brain has been filter on this disturbing island that we kind of have just come up with in theory. I'm not that smart, i just like to observe people through that filter that i have had and i realize i cannot hold grudges over the people who have hurt me, that doesn't mean i don't dislike them for a period of time but i cannot dwell over it forever. I get jealous, i get sarcastic, i want to hit people from time to time but more than anything i just want to communicate with them and find out WHY. There is clearly a reason for everything and behind that reason is another reason and etc. ... doesn't that scare the shit out of you? it scares me, just like pie in math scared me, im intimidated by it, there are some people who would sit there with a stupid calculator all day trying to figure how long the damn number is in my math class and then there was me writing shit like this on the back of my "do now" i want to figure out life, and the people in it.. and if you're not riding with me then i can ride solo.. but either way i think i was sent here to figure that out. There is NO ONE like me, and i wouldn't want it any other way.

young rebels.

we ran from the wind,afraid to let it touch us.
our souls leaked through our seems,and bursted through the sewing.
but now i'm drifting.
yes,i'm tumbling down the avenue looking for the one person i thought was you
and its not you.
i play the images in my mind,with the filter shuffled
the noises of waves crashes against your lungs,just swim through my veins.
and i'll drown the emotions of emptiness
lets blame it on our signs, when mercury meets the sun and the tides become strong we'll dive into this blindly like the rebels we once were.
but do the planets orbit the ball of fire in your eyes?
or do they simply struggle from the pull of the power surrounding the beams?
you say it was like fire torching us then, and i know we eventually burn.
ashes to ashes,and now i sniff the dust.
left in a corner with a fist full of lust
us young rebels were the gravitational pull on this movement of love
but now the love seeps through the pools of beliefs.

free

today i'll be a rebel,paint my face happy but my nails black;
look at me once because i never look back.
stare if you want to, it changes me none;
be my friend if you have to but dont cry when im gone.
i will always leave.

there is no term for it yet; the uncomfort one finds in a situation
or a day to day routine, the hesitant feeling that always haunts me
but it is there.
you cant see it, you cant feel it but its like it hovers over you, chokes you and smothers you.
feel no pity for the girl inside me that swings from the strings,dangling from these things you'd call dreams.
black war paint around my eyes, i open them wide only to see what you blind bats cant see,
the real me.
im an artist, i sing, but i love to draw pictures to describe the stories i write,
tell me, do you too wake with cudi in the night?
do you howl to the man on the moon, to walls in this room.. are you really here with me?
or am i alone how i should be?
some call this style, swag, fashion, glam.. i call it me.
they dress famous while i dress myself, no clothing designer to dress me in wealth
i keep my secrets close, but my ideas are loud.. seeping through my mouth.
its like i speak a different language than these clowns
and suddenly im center stage for being aroused..
im anxious to the thought of being ones self, and its like its against the law.
there is so much depth in this body, in this mind that you cannot see from the outside
and i wish you not to pity me for i pity you for what you are missing out on.
people they get close to me, i only let them get so close to me, but it isn't long until their eyes bleed
and their heart sees the true colors inside of me.
but by the time they get there, theyre color blind.
the colors black and white
no purples, or blues, no reds, no greens
just black and white like old tv's
use your imagination, its there.
just fill in the blanks, i promise i can set you free.

anchors aweigh.

all aboard the mind of an average girl who dreams more than she seeks.
with the wind against her cheeks.
weeds grow through the cracks from under her feet.
she's much prettier as she speaks
adding knowledge to an intelligent conversation
she rather paint pictures than deal with the stresses of dating,
but she wants love.

judged on social networks
the only place others know how to be social
she'd rather live the experience
lets document it later.
She corrects herself when she knows she is wrong.
No longer dealing in absolutes, tomorrow will come
and if not she knows it was worth the run.
she may have not won the marathon, but she felt free.
free enough to journey off to topics they're scared to discuss.
the non believers, the heavy dreamers, the trapped souls who stopped dreaming in all
they all wait for her to fall, mocking mistakes made so small
but she rights her wrongs and she'll continue to walk
down the plank to ocean waters.
diving to her darkest opportunities
she isn't afraid to sing, but she'll hum her whole way there.
"look at this stuff, isnt it neat.. wouldnt you think my 'life' was complete"
but friends have gone,and some were lost though she'll always keep them here
with the experience she shared
some leaving her with tiny words that brought beauty to a gray day
others pushed her closer to the things she was once scared to say.
he said "you cant be afraid to fail."
she took it, she tatted it,and she locked it away.
she still loves him,not much has changed.
she hasn't changed, shes done pretending, instead of playing house the girl inside of her plays life.
it's scary how you think you know someone,but you dont even know what you have inside.

i know she'll be great, you can't see it now
thats okay, she knows she'll be great some how.
her intentions are not to be a threat, not to come off correct but to come off taught
she is still teaching herself what these other facebookers have forgot
people will change, they grow into adults
were not staying kids, no more chasing eachother to base
some are still calling it safe
will it be okay when tomorrow you wake and you've slept past your dreams?
when will your news feed bring you a news flash
were not chasing goals, were chasing cash
tell me "whats REALLY on your mind?"
instead of portraying yourself to be a someone, really.. be.
these words only play into my confession, of being a drama queen
but who said you really know me?
are you really dreaming anyway?
anchors aweigh.