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we're okaythere are too many kids like us you say, slipping your hand into mine and resting your head on my shoulder. I kiss the top of your head. lets just hope they all find a place to sleep tonight I reply, running the fingers of my free hand through your hair. you know what I wish? you say, shifting so you head is in my lap, and you are looking up at me and the gorgeous colors of the sky just after sunset. what. I wish that you and me could buy a house with so many rooms that we could take in all the kids like us so they would have beds to sleep in and food to eat and at least a shower and a wash machine for their clothes. &we're okay
by ~x-fallenangel-x
untitled. help me out.we live for bruises and broken heartsuntitled. help me out.
we see the truth and lies in eachothers eyes
we rip the sky down and wrap ourselves in it
and the city lights spin around us,
a polluted merry-go-round of neon and sound
the drums and wave crashes becoming our heartbeats
as we watch the walls burn down around us
getting dizzy from the hallucinations of perfection
teenage romance
bottled in 40's and smoked through glass pipes
life is love
love is chemicals
by ~x-fallenangel-x
all of this is oursinhale. hold it. good. it burns in a good way you and me we fucking own this town we fucking own it all you say. Take my cold hand in yours look out on the lights. the cars. the pathetic wannabes. who talk about leaving but never will. all of this. its ours we rule the dirty alleys andall of this is ours
shitty coffee houses, the 'glass art' stores and the rusty fire escapes all of it we're the kings and queens the guests of fucking honor cuz you bet your ass we won't stay here for long. not in this shitty
by ~x-fallenangel-x
-untitled-sticky sweet fake pink sugar lick it off your fingers the taste still in your mouth you're like a heart attack. you're like drowning. you're like way too fucking much of a good thing and you can't get him off your mind like you can't get the marshmallow off your fingertips. red and blue lights sirens. machines. beeps. inhale-exhale they do it for you now the scene is hazy around the edges like when you smoke just a little too much. then he smiles at you and you smile back because what else is there for you to do? you couldn't say no to this i-untitled-
by ~x-fallenangel-x
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- Current Residence: Washington
- Interests: myspace. pictures. music. boys. the end.
- Favourite movie: garden state. particles of truth.
- Favourite band or musician: the postal service. brand new. local stuff. indie stuff. shrugs.
- Favourite genre of music: mellow. classic rock. acoustic.
- Favourite artist: my friends. they basically are amazing.
- Favourite poet or writer: myself. I'm vain.
- Favourite photographer: uh. theres this guy on myspace whos really good.
- MP3 player of choice: ipod
- Favourite cartoon character: danny phantom.
- Personal Quote: "Let's not pretend that art can make meaning, let's just play with nonsense."
- Tools of the Trade: pens. paper. camera. computer.
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