Tuesday, September 30, 2008

last place.

this thought is buried in cigarette ashes and cigarette butts.

but i know you would disapprove.

you're the little bird in my head that flies away

when i try to focus in on the cause.

a box holds your thoughts, a chest traps my wishes

but the treasure is that we wish we had changed.



so baby, why don't i see you around?

and baby, i know you used to come here every day.

so for a while i'll sit searching faces.

searching faces, searching faces, searching faces.

for any sign or clue.



you bring out the worst in me

but it only started when everything turned upside-down.

you still have my sweater, well i think it looks better on you.

but if you get the change, please send it back to me.

beach times, garden thrills, i should have taken the chance when it was free.

how did you grow those wings so quickly...?



so baby, why don't i see you around?

and baby, i know you used to come here every day.

so for a while i'll sit searching faces.

searching faces, searching faces, searching faces.

for any sign or clue.



regrets are pushing me, pulling at my legs.

sometimes i let them win.

i know i won with you, but i think you had a head start/

Friday, September 26, 2008

i'm way too rad for you.

crunk/indie yeahhh

excluding you.

to my real frien​ds:​

(who are proba​bly less than a fourt​h of you disgu​sting​ poser​s)​


thank​ you for carin​g about​ me. i hones​tly don'​t know why you do.​.​.​ i can be a compl​ete douch​e somet​imes witho​ut regar​d for you. but you alway​s love me the same and are there​ for me when i fail.​ (​which​ i do a lot)​.​

and i'm sorry​ for not reali​zing it.

i love you all more than you know and witho​ut you, i'd be in a much worse place.



-​kevin​lee.​

Sunday, September 21, 2008

the unwanted.

i've started having dreams again. =/

Monday, September 15, 2008

Thursday, September 4, 2008

to you, the wind.

dear wind, carry me away or at least blow my mind.

it's so normal yet unpredictable.

this way seems like some kind of escape.

it's all in the way i say your name.



dear wind, i know you're often mistaken for fear.

am i the only one who knows your deepest secret?

please come now, i know you know the way.

inflate my soul.

it's all in the way i plead for rain.



so open up, chase across the sky.

my horizon is dampened with fog.

the water on my face speaks of a faithful friend.

your feet, the road, your hand cuts through the air in a malicious goodbye.



dear wind, i need you now more than ever.



dear unwanted one, am i the only one who needs your touch?



dear god, it's getting out of hand.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

good god, can you still get me home?

When this thing breaks. I will be you, you will be me.
I’m afraid that this is really happening.
Let’s hope this is short lived and riddled with dizzy.

Oh, God the noise! Is ringing in my ear.
It’s so unclear. I hear them talking.
But can’t make out the words.
Speak up. Speak clear.

God, where have I been.
I’m terrible company. With zero apologies.