Friday, December 17, 2010

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

A Way Away

Nobody is perfect and therefore you are nobody.
Because perfect people all have the same lives, and their stories are always similar.

The mistakes we make are what makes us different, helps us to stand out.
They are what makes us somebody.

And so I'm thankful every day that I wake up knowing I am going to have a story to tell that I've never told before.


-Oedipus



Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Highschool

Happiness is like a bitch;
Often talked about,
Seldom known.


-Oedipus

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Edited

How flattering is it to hear that you changed someone for the better?

But what if you were already perfect?
I wish they never changed you.
Is it wrong for me to think that?
Come back
Come back
Come back


-Oedipus

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Stellar

How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do?

How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew.


Meet me in outerspace.

-Oedipus

 

Over and Out

People come.
People go.
And they come and go again.
And again
And again
And then after a while, they don't come back anymore



-Oedipus

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Food for Thought

It's a shame knowing someone. You can no longer blame the let downs of your high expectations on the fact that they are strangers, but rather, blame the let downs of your high expectations on yourself for lack of knowing who they are.

-Oedipus

Thursday, December 2, 2010

You Were an Exception

I picked a lemon for you. From across the train tracks, and we took it home and drew all over it.

Then I sang 'Walking in Memphis' to you on your pool table by the tv, and you asked me for a dance.
And your mum came home and we had indian food for dinner. I've never tasted butter chicken as perfect as that one was.

And then we watched channel v and you stole my phone in the hopes they'd put it on the shout-outs bar.
And I got mad at you and hit you with a pillow.

And then I had to go home, and I kissed you before I left because the clock was at 42 minutes past the hour.



I layed in bed last night, eyes shut tight.
And a voice in my head asked me, 'are you still dreaming?'

And I couldn't answer.
Because I don't know if any of this was real.
And even though I talk to you here and there,
It still doesn't make sense.


-Oedipus