Tuesday, August 31, 2010

I want to be someone else or I'll explode



So tonight, I'm listening to Radiohead, which is my gateway drug to Modest Mouse, etc. You may think, "So what?" But, if you knew me, you would be worried. I'm a little worried.

It's not the bands' fault, they're just a sign. When I listen to them, it means that something is going on, a profound change in me. I will wake up as someone new. And that is a wonderful, beautiful, terrifying thing. Change is bittersweet and I am terrible with feelings simply because I feel too much. It's gonna be a long night.

I guess, it all comes down to being afraid. Afraid of facing myself and really looking at the mess I am. I've made a lot of progress and yet I'm still miles from where I want to be mentally, physically, and the whopper of all, emotionally.

I feel lonely and I dream of finding the person that will fill that gap and make me whole. But in reality I'm that person. I am the only person that can make me happy, but why can't I let myself do it? See? This is what I mean, I know the problems, I just don't understand how to fix them. The other thing is, I feel alone, yet there is no one I can think of being with, no one that inspires me to reach out of my isolation. I've always been a hermit, this is me. I never make that first contact with my friends, they call me and sometimes, I don't even respond. Why am I so happy to be left alone, yet left with some yearning for contact with the outside world?

I should just build my shack in the woods and accept it, I am a recluse destined to raise many cats.

I don't know what to feel anymore.

Laughing Boy

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Mark said


Mark said he loves me
And I believed him
I said I love you too
Guess I deceived him

Mark is a nice guy
Oh yea, he's great
My problem is you're,
The one I love to hate

I walked home this morning
Found Mark in bed
He looked so peaceful
But I pictured you in instead

Oh no...

Mark is a nice guy
Oh yea, he's great
I thought I loved him
But it wasn't fate

And now I dream of you
Can't get you off my mind
Too bad you don't know
That you're just my kind

I wonder,
If you knew,
Is it possible,
You could love me too?

Mark said he loves me
And I believed him
I said I love you too
Guess I deceived him...


Pop/Ambient Surf song now? In my head, it sounds like Best Coast or The Like. I don't know, none of the stuff that pops in my head lately sounds like a poem, it all sounds like songs. Maybe it's a sign that I need to start a band. But I got to have an all girl ensemble with some badass chicks...too bad I play no instrument at all :/

Blahblahblah

Laughing Boy

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

"I think I can"


I don't want to be your pillow
Something you lay upon at night
I have to feel some emotion
Something to make it worth a fight

You're just a boy
Pretending to be my man
And I'm a woman
Who needs more than "I think I can"

I don't want to be your pillow
Something you lay upon at night
I want a new adventure
Full of love, and full of light

Oh yea, it feels good in your arms
You make it feel like you care
But I know you better than that baby
So let's play this game fair

You're just a boy
Pretending to be my man
And I'm a woman
Who needs more than "I think I can"


I feel like I'm writing country music songs all the sudden. I still fucking love it.
laughing boy says smile :]

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Life Lessons


Okay George, five reasons why men are scum and women let us get away with it.
1. We all only want one thing. No exceptions.
2. We fall in love before we have that thing, and then fall back out once we've had it, whereas women conversly fall in love afterwards.
3. We will lie, cheat, steal or murder to get that one thing. Why am I sugarcoating this? You're a big girl. In order to fuck you.
4. We freely admit the numbers 1 through 3 and women don't care,
and the number 5 reason why men are scum and women let us get away with it: You can't live without us.

-Ray, Dead Like Me

Lucky for me, I was ahead of the curve and already knew this.

The Laugh-with-me boy.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

You aren't real.


I think I wanted to love you
Because my poor heart forgot how to feel
It was like trying to lift a fog
But the sunshine wasn't real

So just hold me for a moment
Pretend that you care
I need some little touch
To remember that you're there

It's hard to know
Where we'll end up next
It feels like were going in circles
But our paths never connect

Let you go, let you go
I'm trying to untie the rope
Just ease your grip
There's no more hope

I loved a thought
But it left an empty space
And the void is harder to erase




I can't seem to get rid of you. Go away.

Warmth and happiness,

Laughing Boy