art is life

i_speak_lyric @ 2005-10-01T22:54:00

2005-10-02T05:55:48Z

I lead a life you've never heard of; seperate.
A secret existence that would shock you beyond understanding.

i_speak_lyric @ 2005-08-18T07:10:00

2005-08-19T02:24:46Z

Any boy who will take a three hour bus ride for two hours of my time is worth some heart.
Summer lovin', happened so fast.

Picture post comin' up.

i_speak_lyric @ 2005-07-27T23:23:00

2005-07-27T07:23:38Z

So many years.
Sitting in the same room on a different chair.
Enjoying a stained summer as the sun falls.
Reminiscing.
Sitting in the same room, listening to the same songs, sitting on a different chair.
Fooling photographic memory.
Waiting for the anniversary of my greatest lessons learned.
So far.
Sitting in the same room, listening to the same songs, rekindling the same flames, sitting on a different chair.
June 13th flew by.
Almost two years of wisdom behind us and a coincidence to end all hope.
July 23rd crashed and burned.
Disappointment in tradition due to a lack of courage.
July 31st yet to come.
The last notch in my belt of mistakes; I grew up quickly cheating life.
Sitting in the same room, listening to the same songs, rekindling the same flames, finally beginning to open those same eyes.
All the while.
Sitting on a different chair.

i_speak_lyric @ 2005-06-17T11:06:00

2005-06-17T18:11:17Z

"i'm trying to find truth
in words, in rhymes, in notes
in all the things i wish i'd wrote
cause i feel like i've been losing you
each night it ends too soon
you don't hold me like you used to
and your eyes look like they've seen too much
its always some excuse
too tired, too obtuse
you look so far removed
this time i fear i'm losing you"

tempted by the fruit of anothhhhher.

2005-06-13T17:13:41Z

And then, god damn Vitamin Water spilled itself all over my camera. I will continue my Vitamin Water hiatus until I scrounge up a new camera. FUCK.

i_speak_lyric @ 2005-04-07T14:24:00

2005-04-07T21:32:44Z

She walked away again today with a smile and sunglasses smothering her eyes. They always wondered how she could just walk away. It was never known that her sunglasses were hiding glassy eyes. The smile she wore kept her from screaming. Whispers trailed her steps like a shadow, but all she heard was the music. The poetry telling her story, intertwined with the knowledge that only comes from the worst mistakes. To the world she seemed perfect, unbreakable. She is the most broken of us all.

I love meeting new people;; comment if you want a taste of the truth.

FRIENDS ONLY.