maybe it's too early for this. but fuck it, i feel it so here it is.

maybe i'm acting this way

cause i don't wanna lose you, maybe

cause i can't get enough of you

maybe i already feel like this is my world

and i'm paranoid

scared that i'm not the right girl

i want to show my shadow and 

we can hide in the dark

move out to the ocean and live in a van

under the stars

all i know now is that you 

make me real

you make me feel your words on the page 

and that's exactly what i wished for

and when we're in your car

drivin straight to nowhere

my lonely hand touches your palm 

and i'm reading scripture

and i'm saved

i'm out of patience for this

shit around me, this pointless 

absence of muse, these

outskirts of misery

we feel each others bones 

like they were were meant to collide

inside,

beneath a blanket

i give you the best poems i've ever read-

the very thing i identified 

first and said

THIS is living

breathing

SAVIOR WRITING 

it makes me feel 

and now i met someone 

who makes me feel without my pen

to the page

snotty comment

if this is a test, then i'm failing- the curve is against me, 
with cold mangled hands i grasp to make ends meet, 
beneath my feet, pavement and the words, 
words i hope you heard.

i'm pounding the keyboard for the wrong reasons tonight
would it kill you to kill me, cuz that'd be alright
every day is a fight, struggle, burned into my past
and i just don't know how much longer through this pain i can last

would it kill you to kill me? 
otherwise i might have to take my foot outta my mouth
hah- see? that's the way it has to be

i might be over-thinking it, when the both of us are online
and i see your adorable picture, wishing you were mine

bunch of cats on my heart just squeezin their claws
kneading with their hangnails,
chalkboard screech across 
if this is what i get, then i gotta get more
the way i feel can he healed when you walk in the door

charlie olson in cat form :)

Indecision at high speeds can be fatal- lyrics

The city people move to the suburbs
And the suburbs spill into the country
But a lotta kids these days deny their birth-right
White kids, ashamed of their parents trunk,
Attempt to abandon their moneyed-ways
They move to the ghettos and the communes
Searching for the guiltlessness of poverty
They wanna sit on the stoop when the night is hot
And not be stuck inside by the AC
They wanna treat their house like a fish tank
They wanna share water with the neighbors when the night is hot
But the struggle that pulls doors off their hinges in a good way
Also leaves a slow murder in the air

All your life you've been waiting for someone to hold you like the day you were born. To look into those eyes and know that we are all the same. And you're so beautiful in every way. I'll be okay...

lyrics by cloud cult & why?