under the sea.

i don't know when. i don't know how, but i know something is starting right now. watch and you'll see, someday i'll be part of your world. <3

and this song will find you.

it goes to show, i hope that you know that you're what my dreams are made of. can't fall asleep, can't fall asleep. i lay in my bed awake, in my bed awake at night. as i dream of you, i'll fall in love; you'll fall in love. it could mean everything, everything to me. i can't imagine being anywhere else.

they say that love is forever. your forever is all that i need.

our stables.

we'll rest easily justified.

suffered a swift defeat, i'll endure countless repeats. the gift of memory's, an awful curse. with age, it just gets worse, but i won't mind. i won't mind.

good feeling.

good feeling, won't you stay with me just a little longer? it always seems like you're leaving me when i know the other one just a little too well. Oh, dearest, won't you stay with me just a little longer? you know, it always seems like you're leaving when i need you here just a little longer.
<3

time, time, time.

how i wish you could see the potential, the potential of you and me. it's like a book elegantly bound, but in a language that you can't read just yet.

wonderwall.

you have no idea.

wishes.

if i could sing you a note to make you understand, i'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand. just keep it stuck inside your head, like your favorite tune. and know, my heart's a stereo that only plays for you.

<3

i caught myself.

dont know what i want, but i know it's not you. keep pushing and pulling me down, when i know in my heart it's not you.

true affections.

I sense there's something in the wind that feels like tragedy's at hand. And though I'd like to stand by him, can't shake this feeling that I have. The worst is just around the bend. And does he notice my feelings for him? And will he see how much he means to me? I think it's not to be...

And will we ever end up together? No, I think not. It's never to become for I am not the one.

my lil stupid.

always gonna love her overbite.

seasons changing.

we're not the same, dear. and it seems to me, there's nowhere we can go with nothing underneath. and it saddens me to say, but we both know, well, it's true, that the ice was getting thinner under me and you.

adhesive.

and i claimed i didn't care for you, but your verse got trapped inside my head. over and over again. you played yourself to death in me. i thought i'd drop you easily, but that was not to be. you burrowed like a summer tick, so you invade my sleep and confuse my dreams, turn my nights to sleepless itch.

stuck on you 'till the end of time.

distractions.

oh, how am i supposed to work when i have something as poetic as this playing in my head like a broken record?

hey, i miss you.

RIP.

a lament.

in the mourning, i'll rise. in the mourning, i'll let you die.

tonight.

the black night is calming and peaceful.

quote of the day.

"If they give you ruled paper, write the other way."
-Juan Ramón Jiménez

summer rain.

today, it is raining. and it is summer. so, i think it would be safe to say that i am currently experiencing something known as "summer rain." what more better to cherish this occasion than to curl up on a couch with a mug of hot chocolate and read a poem?


My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read,
'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large
Down in the meadow, where is richer feed,
And will not mind to hit their proper targe.
Plutarch was good, and so was Homer too,
Our Shakespeare's life were rich to live again,
what Plutarch read, that was not good nor true,
Nor Shakespeare's books, unless his books were men.

Here while I lie beneath this walnut bough,
What care I for the Greeks or for Troy town,
If juster battles are enacted now
Between the ants upon this hummock's crown?

Bid Homer wait 'till I the issue learn,
If red or black the gods will favor most,
Or yonder Ajax will the phalanx turn,
Struggling to heave some rock against the host.

Tell Shakespeare to attend some leisure hour,
For now I've business with this drop of dew,
And see you not, the clouds prepare a shower--
I'll meet him shortly when the sky is blue.

This bed of herd's grass and wild oats was spread
Last year with nicer skill than monarchs use.
A clover tuft is pillow for my head,
And violets quite overtop my shoes.

And now the cordial clouds have shut all in,
And gently swells the wind to say all's well;
The scattered drops are falling fast and thin,
Some in the pool, some in the flower-bell.

I am well drenched upon my bed of oats;
But see that globe come rolling down its stem,
Now like a lonely planet there it floats,
And now it sinks into my garment's hem.

Drip drip the trees for all the country round,
And richness rare distills from every bough;
The wind alone it is makes every sound,
Shaking down crystals on the leaves below.

For shame the sun will never show himself,
Who could not with his beams e'er melt me so;
My dripping locks--they would become an elf,
Who in a beaded coat does gayly go.

wish you were here.

undoubtedly one of the most beautiful songs in the world. always seems to cross my mind when i can relate to it the most.

how i wish you were here.