No words, no talk.
We’ll go dreaming

No pain, no hurt.
We’ll go dreaming

Walk with me,
The future’s at hand.
Here with us,
Here where you stand.
We both know the power of pain,
We get back up and
start it again.
With new hope, no
place for tears,
Leave behind those frozen years.
Come with me and
we’ll go dreaming.

We don’t know how it can be,
Searching out dignity.
Nothing can be as
savage as love,
One taste is never enough.
With new hope, no
place for tears.
Catch my hand and come with me.
Close your eyes and dream.

you said i can roll with the punches, but i’m not sure how much more i can take.

If you move with the waves
I’ll breathe in the air
We’ll walk till the sea is all that we’re near
With worn empty hands and tired eyes
Will hope be all we have left

it’s amazing how quickly it comes. 

why does it feel like I’m falling in love? I don’t understand where this feeling is coming from. I feel more calm. I feel subdued. I know little has changed, but something is different about me recently. I feel detached in a good way and I haven’t been happier in a very long time.

We all carry these things,
Inside that no one else can see.
They hold us down like anchors.
They drown us out at sea.
I look up to the sky.
There may be nothing there to see.
But if I don’t believe in him,
Why would he believe in me?
Why would he believe in me?
Why would he believe in me?
Why would he believe in me?
WHY WOULD HE BELIEVE IN ME!!!

I can’t seem to feel good about myself and even when I do Im slammed down. I keep trying but how can I believe in myself when I don’t have any reason to?

To the girl that can’t forgive me

Take these misunderstandings, and send them back where they came from

“The Autobots and Decepticons are taking the battle to the road. And they’re Robot Powered Machines! It’s the ultimate race between the Autobots and Decepticons! Transformers RPM’s! You can collect them all! All sold separately! RPM’S!!!! “

This commercial is the same as all of the other commercials. To Hasbro, there are no Autobots, or Decepticons, they don’t know who Optimus Prime is, nor do they know who Megatron is. Not because they have never in some form administered the story of the All Spark into their minds, but because they only know money, and how to con children into feeling like they have to buy something. There is only plastic. This goddamn material that we have come to accept. Even I have accepted it as sometimes necessary, and I cannot stand this awful stuff, representing all that is fake and wrong in life. They take this plastic, put colors in it, make it into a form, and throw it in the market like it’s some spectacle, like it’s some kind of prize, like it’s some kind of product.

It’s all the same, you see. Every toy you have ever owned, every remote you’ve ever held, ever damned plastic “product” you have ever seen. They are all exactly, the same. They are simply a way to make money, and in some cases, control  your mind. That is exactly what they do; control your mind. It grows and grows,  this desire to own a product. For some reason, it works sometimes. You see this garbage that they try to sell to you as Optimus Prime. It’s filth. They are selling you PLASTIC. Horrible, uneconomical, disgusting, PLASTIC. Optimus Prime is a pen, then. Optimus Prime is a Wii Remote. He is my plastic key fob. Optimus Prime is in our minds. He is a concept project onto this plastic. This disgusting, wrong expensive material. I have Optimus Prime right here in my head. I can make him wherever I want. They make you pay the to THINK. They do not tell you this, nor do most realize this. This process continues, until you in your entirety become their plastic. You think their plastic, you need their plastic, you obsess about it, you are MADE of their plastic. We do not need their plastic. It’s disgusting. It’s wrong. It’s fake. I refuse to pay them so I can have my mind project my idea of Optimus Prime onto their stuff. Their “physical embodiment” of him. I say no. In my mind, I can make Optimus Prime has moveable parts. I can make him be able to Transform. I don’t need their crap. Hasbro and other toy companies are just models, they themselves are plastic. They do not think, they do not breathe, they are simply made of their plastic.

I open the door, step inside and take a seat. “What’s your poison?” But he doesn’t have what I want. I want to pour a never-ending glass of you, and drink up. Intoxicate myself with you, as such when we’re together. Pretend, just for a minute, pretend it’s my place right now. Just for a minute, think what it would be like to be under those beautiful, soaring wings, to soak in such a cleansing rain, to shed this desire and fulfill it. So drink up, I say. Pour me a glass of her. Don’t ever let it stop. It fills me up, I breathe you in. I’ve tried other drinks, but none are like you. I’m stuck on this one. Gladly stuck. I’ll wait until I get a chance, take you by surprise, share this love you’ve struck in me. If only words could do justice to the warm inside when I drink that drink.