uniquely-random

life peeks out from under-       neath my jeans. people       flinch at the sight of me. i dare to        be bold, in awe of life's        motions, swift in the flight of       time, predictable       as an impulsive stranger.

get off work at seven stay up here till eleven dont forget to bring your quarters cause were playing with the bowlers this is looking kinda fun you can never stop at one it's Friday night you're feeling all right throwing lots of gutter balls the finger holes are way too small some showoff kid is getting strikes hey that really bites stare into the bar a drunk guy's playing air guitar your wife is won'dring where you are cell phone ringin, take the call (this place reeks of alcohol) stare at children playin- they cant hear what the other one's sayin....

(verse one) (oh wow) what a perfect description when i see the inscription of your soul on the page- your thoughts exploding in a calm rage how you wish for our perfect past, so sad the feelings didnt last afraid for our future, it's just begun well hun i know you're not the only one (chorus) you scream to "wake me up!" justifiable to their break up it seems that winter brings depression along with our emotional supression (verse two) it's honesty in every way you face the feeling every day when life turns tough, turn to the inside deep inside yourself nothing can hide it was only two years ago when i was in 8th grade yea

take the crazy life; escape it go off to the Narnia that lies inside get out of my pocket! stay out of my head! the madness it must never end

the window in the room it has no flipping view it's way too high for the basketball star- above the bolted door looking shabby, what's it for? life is fading fast in here just like the tired paint the walls have been personified but the life was just too late it passed up all the students for they're passed out on the desks no one's staring at the ceiling at 60 feet it looks about to fall it'll take a year to reach the doorframe. time is swallowed, forty kids all flipping bored teacher, dictator, up at her throne everyone just wants to go home

he believed in you- why did you let him fall? no more a man than me this child, hurt another time his dreams melt just like snow

Islamic Experiment Day 1 Today I wore an Islamic Head Scarf. I did not kiss my boyfriend or eat pork. (This was not a huge issue, I'm a vegetarian anyway.) I tried to not make eye contact with men while talking to them later on in the day. Before School A.C. asked if I was "having a bad hair day" and M.G. thought the head scarf had to do with a Russian holiday. I explained to both of them its significance and they both showed polite interest. First Period-English Mr. D asked me to remove my head scarf, but I informed him that I had sought out permission from my administrator, Mr. M earlier. Later, he asked me why I was wearing it, and mo

the suggestion made by an unkempt bed the absence of prolonged sighs; and the sound of footsteps is chilling. civilization creeps in the window along with a stuttering breeze        sifting the ashes caress me, hold me, do not leave me clothing graciously tossed at my feet staring at the ocean green carpet— head on knees;        heart on floor. where do we start picking up the pieces as the car door closes and engine starts it seems the game is already done but there are no winners there are no champions only bodies driving and falling away.

Listen as I break Listen as everything I've ever known just Falls away Deeper into that place that I Can't See Listen as everyone I've ever loved Turns away Hidden beneath a sky Shining black with Lies And love Love that just wasn't real Love that just couldn't be real Shine suicide for me Give me the weakness I so desire To give it all up To leave this all behind And hide in the utter pureness The shimmering cold That coats this heart I've always wanted to feel Beating inside me Tell me it's real Tell me that I'm not just Hollow Tin men don't sit well with me They make too much noise And too much sense And I'