iSkyline's Xanga

Monday, February 02, 2009

Mon, 02 Feb 2009 02:19:33 GMT

The air is warmer; I can feel the seasons changing beneath my feet.

If you would just find something inside of me, this Spring would be the brightest I've seen in a long time.

Monday, December 01, 2008

Mon, 01 Dec 2008 00:48:07 GMT

i can't express in words how far down i fell for you.

i fucking hate your guts.

yet, i love you.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Sat, 23 Aug 2008 01:42:52 GMT

your grasps are suffocating me; a child with a balloon. please say sorry like you mean it, i don't think my heart can bare your farewell any other way.

you'll be back.

i hope.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Thu, 14 Aug 2008 23:34:32 GMT

"...and that's when I realized not all dreams were meant to come true."

the moment you spoke those words, everything made sense to me.

Sunday, August 03, 2008

Sun, 03 Aug 2008 19:52:57 GMT

when i was a child i was so innocent. life has raped me of youth.

i grew up too fast. we all grew up too fast.

Friday, July 25, 2008

Fri, 25 Jul 2008 22:16:46 GMT

you'd give yourself up, untouched. how simple it is to give ourselves up when there's so much.

enjoy it to the last drop.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Wed, 16 Jul 2008 13:36:20 GMT

i lie in bed the same way every night. breathe blink breathe shut. i dream the same way every night.

but today is different, yes. today, there's you.

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Wed, 09 Jul 2008 02:30:42 GMT

we watch as the minute chases the hour. we speak soft enough to hear but too soft to understand. we dream of nouns and verbs and adjectives. we can live but we can't remember.

what happens when we die? would you sing me to sleep if i still believed?

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Wed, 02 Jul 2008 15:51:11 GMT

my lack of inspiration is visible. depressing? no. disappointing? yes.

we are teenagers. we are youth. so, where did we all go? typical pressures can not explain this. we were supposed to be like every other generation. we were supposed to dream big and live large and die happy.

where did all of our inspiration go?

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Sat, 21 Jun 2008 03:13:43 GMT

destruction is beautiful. it's what striked this match. the chemicals burn as my thoughts trail my dreams. liquid sounds and solid colors fill the sky. the clouds beat to keep time. this is a positive sign. the sun had told me to pass it on.