Something I wrote last night, just to get by

Standing behind a crowd, you notice all the colors
Soaked into each individual.
With their hunched backs and pissed off attitude, you're reminded they're no different from your parents.

Walking down a hall of strangers you notice all the pain trapped into each individual.
With their pushes and shoves and their constant complaints, you're reminded that they're no different from your broken scene friends.

Laying below the 97' chevy truck, you begin to study the particular parts and the moon shaped rust.
And now all you can think of is that colorful crowd, and those punk a-- kids, you wonder why you're laying below the 97' chevy truck studying the particular parts and the mood shaped rust.

with the things you do,
and the things i wish,
i've always thought i've had my head in place.
with sweet turns,
and nice curves,
i've always managed.

you're important to me

you're sleeping right now and i want to tell you how important you are to me.
but i'll remain in this spot,
watching you turn,
and slur your words,
and when you wake from your long night dreams,
i'll remind you how important you are to me.

scared

Seeing a man cross your shadow during the late hours on a holiday weekend, is something to be scared about. But seeing a man cross your shadow during the late hours on a holiday weekend, telling you how they truly feel, is natural. Why are you so damn scared?

I want you back home

I want you back home to keep me company
while the cold nights could seem so much warmer.

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If I were young again, I'd stay in the sun a little longer.
To let the shine and warmth close me in.

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I will remember this night.
And how my spine remained strong.
These words attacked my twisted nerves,
but however I stay calm.

October 2009

So in 2009...

Dear you,
Id like you to know that all I know to be is myself and to think for that way. And if you can't accept me for who I am, then not much will. I want to experience things that one has not. I want to be happy whether people are or not. I want to feel the wind speak to me through out my body, and that sun to soak my face. And me being satisfied with that shade of pink on my face. And for me to see people walk the streets with satisfaction. And for everyone to not get along, but when they have to, they must. I want each and every to be filled with something they enjoy. And I want kids to believe that their parents do care. And I want grandparents to be grateful for their long life. And I want to visit places that could possibly change mine. And I want that girl and boy to be sincere with one another. And I don't want anymore arguing. I want to remember that song throughout my teenage years. And I just want people to like me. And at the same time, I just want to like them. And if this is all I can give, then so be it.
Love always, Lauren

Well..what IF

If the countdown was right we wouldn't have to rely on the long wait.