scavenger hunt

crush

unrivaled beauty

there is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. of blue and grey. strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. the sun has stagnated somwhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.

Kite

Floating and fighting, like a kite on a stringTill you cut through my tether and changed everythingFrom the sky you looked small, but I loved you the sameSo I darted back quickly to spell out your nameAnd when they say that I'm just a terrible kiteYou'll tell them you're proud of my marvelous flight

Days grow longer

Seasons are changing, And waves are crashing, And stars are falling all for us. Days grow longer, and nights grow shorter, I can show you I'll be the one.

changing

After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul. And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning, and company doesn't mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses arent contracts,and presents aren't promises. And you begin to accept your defeatswith your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, and not the grief of a child.And you learn to build all your roads on today, because tomorrow's grounds are too uncertain for plans. After a while, you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much, So plant your own garden instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers, while you're not even standing there.

Post Secrets

Okay, a friend gave me a link to this blogg
It is so amazing. I can relate to some of the posts haha.

They don't have all that many, new ones every Sunday.
So when you are finished go to Google
and type in post secrets or post a secret
and click images at the top links.
& enter it.
It's so amazing.


I want this book.

painting

I think of everyday as being like an artist finishing a painting. when i get ready every morning, i think of myself as a piece of art work. in art, everyone is going to think of you differently. some will love you, and want to "buy" you. and some wont like you cause your "not their style". everyone will criticize you, and point out flaws. but if your lucky, there will be the few that will love everything about you.

Lake Michigan

Counting miles before we set
Fall in love and fall apart
Things will end before they start
Sleeping on Lake Michigan
Factories and marching bands
Lose our clothes in summer time
Lose ourselves to lose our minds
In the summer heat, I might