So as I wait....

I think I'm tired of sitting here. I'm staring at her and impatience is staring at me. It almost feels like I'm sitting on a frying pan. I sit and sizzle and sizzle to only form a crispy outer layer.

And as I waste away from well-done to over cooked. I still sit there, not realizing that I'm being burned. Hmm, what a waste of good food.

Even bobble heads tell me yes!

I want to have a research/field journal.
But I don't do research.

Epic Fail.

So as my heart takes the trip from my chest and down into my stomach. I'm going to ponder and wait. Wait for that one experiment, that one topic, the one that has me totally wrapped up within its rather large lab coat. It may not be warm, but whatever, I just want to learn and document anything and everything.

Someday...

...Someday

Listen

My heart says yes
and it feels good
when it feels so right

Don't Stop

No really, don't stop. I like this noise. It's always welcome here, it's warm, it's truth, it's everything that my heart asks for that my head actually forgets to ask for. I never knew I could like it this much, I never even knew these things existed. Thanks for showing me, just don't stop. Stories like these should never end.

Heh

These kinds of stories need to be read over and over whilst skipping the last chapter every time it's read. And that's how i like it, good stories rotation, loop, repeat, whatever you may call it. But that's how I like it...

Skip the ending, go back to the beginning, and repeat.

So don't stop. Make this one last forever.

OW NOW BROWN COW

I don't wanna see you go
down the road
so please turn back and save me

and I know that you know
you can save me
with those cherry red lips of redemption.

cause you know
that i know
that you're my only way out of here

Actions > Words?

Too bad it almost feels like your actions only speak of death and your words aren't very well thought out.

Who are you?

Watch

You ever see Hayley Williams sing? That's how I want to feel.

Minus...the being a girl part.

I don't want to write songs, I want to feel them.
I want to smile when I pick up my guitar.
I want to scream when I pick up my trumpet.
I want to breathe when I sing.

All I want is the feeling, nothing more, nothing less. That's all there is to it.

The King of....

It feels like everyone here, everywhere, lusts for you. You hold some kind of power, the kind of power that targets one of our most natural senses. It also doesn't help that you're everywhere, it's almost like you're the all knowning being that we seem to seek. However, you do nothing, you know nothing, and you are nothing. So why do we still submit? You're charming and with every breath after each kiss, all we feel is release. We like to forget and you make it just THAT much easier. You're everywhere and that's why there's no escape.

It may feel like everyone's against me, I don't stand alone, but it feels like I do. I swear someone hates me, everything I do has somehow learned how to make a 180. And while I sit here having an intellectual tug-of-war with myself, You keep watch knowing that someday I'll be yours. I won't have it, but you insist as I resist. I will keep resisting, until you force my breath out of me.

Will I Crash?

That has yet to be seen.

Salad

I feel sorry for you, tomato, it's a shame that we had to meet under these consequences. However, I am me and you are you. You see, I belong in this place and you? ... You belong where you are. Why are you there you ask? Because I put you there that's why. It must be unpleasant, coexisting next to many other vegetables, with their differences. It is all necessary for a painted picture to be complete, bear with it, it won't be long. No worries, I don't play favorites. I just play blind, pick you at random, and then continue on with my business until your domain is empty. Though, it may seem like it, but I'm not greater than you, I'm not your king, and I certainly am not your creator. I just need you to sustain me, provide for me. You make me better and I don't know how to thank you for your sacrifice. Just know... none of it will be in vain. I'll make this one quick....

Cuts

I'd like to bleed, bleed out the thoughts that don't seem to come out. Suppressed by something... What could it be? I don't know. Maybe I should force these ideas? That's a bad idea haha, I don't know what they are to begin with. I don't even know where to begin, It's always going to be a problem. How does one tap untapped resources? There are no solutions to this, only theories, hypotheses, but no laws, no rules, no nothing. The solutions must be in the eyes of the beholder and his... untapped resources. It's like a never ending cycle, it feels like you have it but your arms are too short. So what do you do? You keep trying... and I think I will.

The Wall

I hate how you're in my way. You laugh as I kick you only to writhe in pain and agony. You stand like a giant who likes to stare down at me. I am little to you, and to you I can do nothing. You're better than me. However, you're also a great interest to me, for you make me say that "I can't". It may seem like it, but I have no intentions of taking you down. I scheme, I plan, and I have ideas to which none you will never know. You are unmoveable, but that's it, you're just unmoveable.

You'll never see
You'll never see
You'll never see

You can laugh, but I still won.

Missing

I just missed a day...or did the day miss me?I hope it thought of me fondly and how it feels to nurture someone like me. Nurture me by giving me a days worth of wisdom.

How valuable is a day?

Tasks

Dear Dreams,

It's like climbing a mountain. The arduous task of undergoing many of the forces against you. Biting wind, sub-zero temperatures, and low oxygen levels. Despite this fact, you know deep inside your head that you'll probably work yourself half-way BEYOND hell and back to the surface again. However, you're not going to hell ;]. You should forget all that oppose you and only think about what things await you. You're headed for the top and the top is the only place you'll stop. I want you to think that you're one of the best. I'd like you to think that you can do anything and everything. These types of thoughts do strange things to you. They take you and they make you feel like you're made out of steel. They take your heart and forge it thousands of times over so that it becomes unbreakable. These thoughts push you forward, so that nothing can push you back. Keep your head up and you're heart outside of you're chest. Show everyone what you're made of and share your thoughts....

And that's where it begins, you're thoughts, which take you from the beginning and see you through the end.
And where it ends will only leave you so overwhelmed that it will almost feel like you forgot how to breathe.

Keep close always...
-Perseverance and Endurance

Maps and Mishaps.

"I. Am. Here."

You'd repeat that to yourself every time you'd read a map whilst putting your finger on the big red star placed right next to Macy's. But when you look below the map, where the listings are, you see all the categories and names of hundreds of stores. As you run your finger up and down the list of names, a rather trendy list of names, you realize you don't know what you're looking for and none of these names appeal to you. The whole task becomes irrelevant. So you start to walk around aimlessly and enter any shop that invokes your curious nature. After browsing through various stores, you end up back at the map in front of Macy's, a little indifferent over the fact that you didn't find anything. However, there was still Macy's, so you walk in browse around, lo and behold, you find what you're looking for. All for a great price and a perfect fit. It's almost like it was predestined to happen and you go home, knowing that someone up there still wants you to feel happy. No matter how many time's you overlook it.

Domination

Let's take this one out to the cleaners. I always wished I could ignore stains like you, but then, someone ended up noticing. After that, I'm all conscious everywhere I go. The references they made regarding your shape and size still burn brightly in my head. Am I afraid it might happen again? I'd say I am. I'll always make sure to look out for you, the places you originate from, and the trap doors that you've so ingeniously designed for your victims. Fool me once and ONLY fool me once. You aren't going to catch me off guard. I'll make sure you never catch me at all. So, Mr. Heinz, I bid you adieu, because it's off to the cleaners we go. I wish to never see you again, unless it's on my curly fries. It is there we will see who the true alpha dog is.

Deaf Alarm Clocks

This time around it didn't make a noise soon enough. When an alarm clock doesn't ring, it's user won't wake up on time. I guess that answers why these damn things are so annoying. Typical haha. Despite the annoying sound, these types of things are necessary, otherwise, your timing will always be flawed. Hopefully someday we can ditch the alarm clocks along with the annoying sounds they make and wake up on time. Maybe we can learn to anticipate our waking moment. But for now, I need my alarm clock because I'm never on time. I need that annoying noise, to push me out of bed. I need it to start my day. Most importantly, it always has to ring at the right moment in this day and age.

Ruined

It's just like a old damn screw. Rusty, old, and most certainly not cooperating with me today. Normally, you can just stick your screwdriver in there, turn it which-ways, and then the damn thing dances around until it pops out. My dilemma, on the other hand, is that every time I turn my screw driver it just ruins the groove. As a result, it takes the normal looking cross, wears it down, and turns it into a circle. THEY DON'T MAKE CIRCULAR SCREWDRIVERS. It needs to come out though, I need to open this gadget to find the crunchy 'caramel' inner workings. If this doesn't happen, everything in life will be THAT much harder to undergo. I need to find out why it's stopping me from getting these damn answers. Answers to it's own damn questions. If only I could get this screw out...

Red Rivers

Cut it open, so that when you open your mind, you bleed out every thought and word
as if it were meant to be written in blood by blood. Spill it all out on a piece of paper, so that every drop becomes an extension of your soul and every word only takes you farther. Cut it deeper to reveal the parts that weren't meant to be revealed. Keep the scars to remind you of who you were. And then scream, because you just can't hold it in anymore.