heaven isn't a place, it's a state of mind

it's beautiful when for a night, everyone is your best friend and all your pieces are intact; adrenaline is running high and there's a smile upon your face. as you sprint up the stairs, you sing along with the band that's playing: "for a minute, I lost myself, I lost myself." the edges of time blur leaving you floating in your happiness and you really do loose yourself and it's nothing short of breathtaking. it's exhilarating when your world is condensed to one room one night. when all is right and it seems nothing could ever go wrong, that all the little mishaps are merely imperfect happiness. you know that all the yesterdays and tomorrows mean nothing, at least not now, because this night is all matters: the music, the friends, the feeling of completion.

measure not in inches but in beginnings

"Seven years and the summer is over." Three months and the future has begun. Four years and the summer begins anew. A decade the world spins on its side. A lifetime, and the summer is over.

come out, come out where ever you are

Is poetry still poetry when it refuses to meet paper and hides in the deepest corners of your brain? Those eloquent words, they are in there -- I know because I feel them.

Moving me to tears, both of joy and of sorrow. Telling me that the sands of time stop for nothing and no one and to make the best of every second. Pleading with me to wake from this self-defeating sleep

Wonderful words, lovely letters, sensual sentences that will never be poetry until I can find a way to trap them and introduce them to paper.

The unknown thing.

Why don't we do the things that we know we should? Is it laziness? Is it fear? Is it the human desire to go against authority? I don't know what it is, but I know that I don't like it.

this is a title

fuck is a word it shows how I feel. I say it when I mad. When I'm hurt When I'm stressed I sing it because I can. fuck ryhymes with duck and that's pretty hot I like ducks they have beaks and they're yellow I love them because I can Fuck this.

move an inch, change the world

the view's contingent upon where you're standing. all you see are the shaking leaves, while I see the old man at the bottom shaking the tree desperate for an apple. when I look at the river I see beauty and serenity. the search and rescue team sees the green and bloated murder victim lying face down at the bottom. there may be "beauty in the breakdown," but there's tragedy in the beauty be wary, be wary

blogging killed the radio star

I can give you 88.1 reasons why I want to go to College Park I want to work at WMUC Music is a passion and it could go so much deeper now if only I had admission m33p

maybe I'll care more when I'm living in a box

school doesn't come without effort so it just doesn't come at all I hate the words I write, the problems I get wrong and I feel like I'm falling behind I don't try harder, I don't speed up I just hold my breath as a wave of numbers words formulas and failure wash me away I need to work that much harder care that much more and remember that I need success like a butterfly needs wings I'm ready to fly but first I must transform