LP

they say i should be present 
find my independence
breathe in; doing this on my own
then i start to remember 
just too why i surrender
felt so good that i can’t let go 

and I’m back to where i was again 
take you in as you took me out 
cut this string, I’m getting higher
and i can’t seem to come down 

tell me, how can i wait?
tell me, how can i take a chance on it all?
cut this string, I’m getting higher
and i can’t seem to come down 

why can’t i just listen?
i create my own prison 
I’m chained by my own heart and life

and I’m back to where i was again 
take you in as you took me out 
cut this string, I’m getting higher
and i can’t seem to come down

nevver:

Death on the Installment Plan, Louis-Ferdinand Céline

nevver:

Death on the Installment Plan, Louis-Ferdinand Céline

I enjoy hanging out with people that make me forget to check my phone.
Siya Lang
Not a poem

Sometimes I think the dreams I carry that are suppose to safeguard a sense of sanity are slowly slipping away. The unfortunate weight of reality is very much a dual-sided blade, cunning, harsh, and real. Although my ambitions prolong a set point along the paved road, the focus is fading. The window is closing and the darkness shadows the light from the road below. I’m not sure where the pavement lies anymore. The clock is ticking. The facades of a mapless contingency continue to overwhelm me. I am beginning to fear for myself.

the benefit of
having the makeup and clockwork i do 
is that i am not afraid to
cut the fragile thread,
should i need to,
go to whatever length i must
to destroy every sense of livelihood and
happiness
of anyone who 
chooses to wrong me
even those closest to me
for i fear no fear of remorse
becoming the demon
your absolute living hell
patient with a
smile

untitled

It’s funny how
people use you
and simply forget
elsewhere
without effort

open eyes

Somewhere deep beneath the fog’s hue it began. the wind pried and the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds as the voice echoed. beyond the road full of fragmented branches and fallen stones, a calling which you slowly began to recognize as your own. deeper into the new world and there was a new voice. you kept on, determined to do the only thing you could do. but little by little, as you left the voices behind, the pain was so utter that it swallowed the substance up. then it covered the the abyss with a trance so memory could step above. shadows surrounding these bones. i only wanted to see what lies in your eyes. i need to know. open your eyes. open your eyes.

Grow With You (Excerpt)

You wore a hoodless sweatshirt on your bed that night
With black leggings, I’ve never seen your face so white
Your honesty was killing me
The monsters in the room were all dancing to the music all around us

A door is always open if it isn’t closed
And a plant is said to be dead if it doesn’t grow

I’ll grow
I will grow

There’s a spirit in Montana and in your chest, a soul
Oh, what a soul
I tried to be the middle-man between you and this list
I couldn’t move as the footsteps neared closer to me from the monsters that feed
I swore that I wouldn’t bleed
I won’t bleed

There’s a spirit in Montana and in your chest
A note that rings like the bells of cathedrals rung by the village scapegoat

As I walked slowly down your driveway to my car
I looked back and turned into salt
A pillar with a hat

almarsh:

"Have you ever been alone in a crowded room?"

Life
how benighted it is this game we play like endless walls that hear no screampainted faces waiting to be noticedsilent colors of the fading heart.
where the air is cleara new homefilled by the flames of ghosts voices that lead us back to silent gold runaways running between the emptiness.
listen close,to the silent nightin the darkness,a swelling running around with our consciousand love is gone.
i have dreamt of a dark endfearful for others who i can no longer seebeyond the dirt and earth 
what we haveis not enoughwhat we can is fight for love.
in the darknessbefore the dawni will fallswaying alone down to the earth like a fallen thorn 
leave the light on the light on.

Life

how benighted it is 
this game we play 
like endless walls that hear no scream
painted faces waiting to be noticed
silent colors of the fading heart.

where the air is clear
a new home
filled by the flames of ghosts 
voices that lead us back 
to silent gold runaways 
running between the emptiness.

listen close,
to the silent night
in the darkness,
a swelling 
running around with our conscious
and love is gone.

i have dreamt of 
a dark end
fearful for others 
who i can no longer see
beyond the dirt and earth 

what we have
is not enough
what we can 
is fight for love.

in the darkness
before the dawn
i will fall
swaying alone 
down to the earth 
like a fallen thorn 

leave the light on 
the light on.

killjoymorgan:

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killjoymorgan:

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with-love-oorah:

arjanwrites:

NOOSA “CLOCKTOWER” | VIDEO PREMIERE

"Clocktower" is the first single taken from Noosa’s debut album Wonderland. The song tells a story about the importance of living in the moment even though the grass may seem greener elsewhere. It was inspired by Noosa’s lifelong desire to move to the West Coast. “Growing up, my father took me to all of the places in California that were special parts of his childhood,” the singer/songwriter writes me in an email. She collaborated with director Jessie Hill to bring the meaning of the song to life. The story revolves around Noosa as she is picked up for her wedding by her best friend (played by Mishel Prada). As Noosa has second thoughts about getting married, she confides in her fantasy land of childhood figurines. The video ends on a hopeful note demonstrating that you’ll find love at the end of the rainbow when you least expect it. The video features iconic Los Angeles sights including Walt Disney’s 1950s Snow White Cottages.

Listen to Noosa Wonderland on Beats.

arjan

Chords of Me
i don’t likethe memoriesbecause the tearscome easily,and once again I breakmy promise to myself for this day.
it’s a constant battle.
a war between rememberingand forgetting.

Chords of Me

i don’t like
the memories
because the tears
come easily,
and once again I break
my promise 
to myself for this day.

it’s a constant battle.

a war between 
remembering
and forgetting.