Pen & Ink

been too much time since the last post.

busy with...everything.

so stressed out now my brain hurts.

can't focus on anything.

why do people lie?

it's so freaking pointless!!

get over yourself.

tell the truth.

it's just disappointing when you don't.

2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake,
can you help me unravel my latest mistake,
I don't love him, winter just wasn't my season
Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes
Like they have any right at all to critisize,
hypocrites, you're all here for the very same reason

'Cause you can't jump the track,we're like cars on a cable
and life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button girl,
So cradle your head in you hands
And breathe, just breathe,
Woah breathe, just breathe










it's TOO early. why why why why am i awakeeeeeeeee

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this is what we like to call procrastination people. I don't want to get ready quitttttteeeeeee yet.

School today.

Seriously, me awake right now is so so so not happy.

I try to restrict posts to important things. BUt this is too painful a thought not to share with the world.

How did this dreaded day get here so fast??





oh right, the world hates me.
xo

Live Darling, Live.

Ironically, I'm listening to momentum & writing about petals.
I love this song.
I can listen to it a million times & every time I smile at the lyrics.
It's gorgeous.
The words are magical & interwoven in the perfect combination of love & sadness.
Buy this song.
It will brighten you life or maybe darken it, but you will love it all the same.
Enjoy :]




Petals broke from tips of roses,
hidden underneath my arm.
All the framed, different poses of places I'll soon forget.
Yeah, I'll soon forget.

Tell me again the part how you didn't feel a thing,
the part how you never actually really ever did and lift
yourself from my grip but don't fall asleep.

Nothing you say can, will ever penetrate
the walls that I, that I, I, I create
when you spew that barrage of insulting words.

And no that it, no it isn't all, that it, no it isn't all.
Baby, it isn't all.

And nothing you,
you say can or will penetrate
these walls that I create,
that I create,
that I create.

Five stitches seal the crease
from the fit fueled by your aching.
You're so temperamental darling,
with your little disease,
oh how sweet.

Petals broke from tips of roses hidden underneath my arm.
All the framed, different poses of places I'll soon forget,
Yeah, I'll soon forget.
Yeah, I'll soon forget.

And no that isn't, no it isn't all, that it, no it isn't all.
Baby, it isn't all.

And nothing you,
you say can or will penetrate
these walls that I create,
that I create.

I'm happy for you baby, but I don't wanna know.

we had a lot going for us. we'd found the secret glue that held all things together. in a perfect place, where the noise did not intrude, our world was so very complete.



I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)

I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)






"More is never enough..."

Hello world.
Well, this is new. In the past, my writing has not been quite as open as this. Typically, papers fill drawers, shoe boxes, and hidden collections. Long-forgotten stories flow through the pages of stacked notebooks; stories I will most likely never get around to finishing.

And now, these words could reach anyone. I'm literally speaking to the world today. I confess, I feel truly powerful. And a little scared. What if you, dear world, don't like what I have to say? What if you, darling planet, click me away?

But, as I seem to be discovering a lot lately, I can't control what you do. You have a mind of your own. So, it seems I only have power here. In my own little made-up world of words and stories. And that's how it always will be.

So excuse me, if I don't care if you click me away. Do as you wish. Of course, I'd love you to stay, but it's all up to you. If you must move on, do so quietly. Read elsewhere. Write for yourself. Go where the inspiration drives you, even if its not here in my little world. Even if its not with me.

But to the rest of you, the lovely world who stays, welcome. Stick with me awhile. I'll do my best not to disappoint you.

Let's rediscover ourselves together...

xo
edge dancer