porcelainsanity

Wallingford Ave N I am walking towards downtown and I feel that is where I should be. Where I should be heading to. I feel like I should be depressed, fighting back tears, but I am not. I am elated, and I haven't the slightest idea why. I am tempted to keep walking, make my way downtown, but I don't; she would be angry. N 40th St The neighborhood I am walking through feels like Phinney. It feels like Phinney Ridge felt over a year ago, and I feel that is where I should be. Where I should be heading to. I am tempted to make my way there, to sit outside of Red Mill; to sit in the rain at the bark, holding the hand of no

To steal the sky is an amazing feat. Many people can gaze up at the sky and feel its glory and wonder how it all came to be. But in order to steal the sky, the sky cannot be a common occurrence. Many people go through their days, their lives, without ever looking up at the sky with such awe as they would have had they never had a chance to be without the sky, without looking up and having stars surprise by shinging so brightly. Had they never had the chance to be awash with moonlight for the first time, would they appreciate the sky in the same way?

Words cannot be owned, and yet. And yet, in a way, they can. Words can be fooled into ownership. Though words cannot really be owned, the meaning can. Speak the words, and own the meaning. Own that those words are yours, and once you've spoken, nothing and no one can take that from you. Words are intangible, and that is what makes them owned, and yet free from ownership. The pen truly is mightier than the sword. Take the pen, and you are still left with your words. Take thw sword, and you can still defend yourself with your words, while your conqueror has only taken a piece of metal with which to perpetrate violence that can be defeated with

Sometimes tears cam seem to be a gang, fighting you as you fight them. Yes, tears are most definitely a gang. You can tell by the way they are the bane of your existence, and yet, they still manage to find their way back to you. No matter how well you fight them off, howl long it as been since they have won, or how long it has been since you even gave them a thought, they will find you. Minutes, days, months, years later, they will come back, not to haunt you, but to take you back into their arms. Tears may be a gang, but they are kind and comforting, and above all, welcoming. Yes. A kind, comforting, welcoming gang of tears.

I went walking and I found I had a million things to say. But when you came to see me I was full and naught. The words will not come right, I think I'm done with words. I think I'm done with trying hands at greatness. I am always in the middle, mediocre kid. My eyes are full with days as I struggle with hands behind my breast. The swelling in my lungs, I feel it here. I am tied down. I am tied down. I need to leave this place or I will lose my mind. Can I find myself lifted? I sit in new corners of this all too familiar everyday and paint my hunger onto pastel pinups. My sketchpad fills with things I'll never be, persons and people I will ne

 i am not your snowflake to be sniped to the shape that you see me as i am not a paper chain to be cut and taped back like broken wish i am not. made of glass scream at the light post shatterglass pick up the pieces tie em as a necklace to wear and think of you always baby the shards bite harder than you do