tired

im tired of being tired.
im tired of being frustrated.
im tired of being knock-out, dragged-out, ran-down tired.
im tired of feeling like im the only one.
im tired of feeling like everything is waiting to come undone.
im tired of all of the bullshit.
im tired of being the only one who is tired of this place we live in.
im tired of not being able to express myself freely.
im tired of having to hold all this in.
im tired of being the only one listening, as i scream out again.
im tired of being stepped on.
im tired of being their toy.
im tired of the bondage.
im tired of being alone.
im.
just.
tired.

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The Music Issue Part Two: Now And Then

ET- Katy Perry Feat. Kanye West


Desperately Wanting- Better Than Ezra

To Be or Not to Be Tangible

I want to be something intangible... Something you can only grab for, and never reach; Like a star or the moon, twinkling away in the depth of space. A hopeful desire to some day obtain. To be a distant dream placed on a shelf, to be admired. I want to be a note in a journal or a scribble on a page in jet black ink or graphite gray, on the page forever to stay. I want to be an immortal longing, never to be satisfied.

When things are tangible, they seem to lose their spark. Interest is lost because the object is found. The appetite to have it withers into the boredom of keeping it. Soon it's lost altogether in a pile of other tangible dreams, sitting among the other wasted wants and wishes.

To be intangible, to be that insatiable yearning...No dream is greater, no dream more appealing than to be a hunger never to be fed. Never to be replaced or lost, only to be craved and searched. To be intangible...

Freedom

My heart is on fire.
My veins are pulsing with flame.
My skin is melting off of my bones.
Watch as I burn.
All you will see is a glow,
All you will feel is a calm.
I might be engulfed in fire,
But pain is absent from my face.
Ash to ash and dust to dust,
We all return to the dirt.
I am sick of the anger,
That once consumed my life.
I will let the fire cleanse away all you've given me.
All the hate,
All the pain,
Hoping to have nothing left.
In the absent of self,
I will find everything.
Without you,
I can be anything.

Give Me Something

Song by Scars on 45-

To All The Ones I Love

I am so glad you're following my blog. I don't blog everyday, but I am trying to add more frequently (3x a week.) I am going to start a food and drinks blog sometime soon when things slow down. Until then I will entertain you here and let you know what happens.