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"You learn to be a man without losing the boy in you" -Gym Class Heroes (Shoot Down the Stars)

  1. 最怕空氣突然安靜 最怕朋友突然的關心
    最怕回憶 突然翻滾絞痛著不平息 最怕突然 聽到你的消息
    想念如果會有聲音 不願那是悲傷的哭泣
    事到如今 終於讓自己屬於我自己 只剩眼淚 還騙不過自己

    突然好想你 你會在哪裡 過得快樂或委屈
    突然好想你 突然鋒利的回憶 突然模糊的眼睛

    我們像一首最美麗的歌曲 變成兩部悲傷的電影
    為什麼你 帶我走過最難忘的旅行 然後留下 最痛的紀念品

    五月天 
  2. Of all the people on this Earth, how many are royalty? Sitting upon their mighty thrones wrapped in gowns of solitude waiting for their subject to deliver onto them the most precious treasure of all.

    But this splendor, this holy grail that everyone is waiting for cannot be delivered. Only the knights who venture forth on a crusade might so ever find it. This intangible beauty. A preciousness few have felt and none have seen. It’s a wonder that something so distant and evanescent can be found.

    A 21 gunshot salute.

    For our brethrens wearing shiny armor of hope, riding steeds of patience.

    As they peril onto a battlefield clouded by fog.

    Where spoils of war are not measured by gold nor assessed by human eyes. 

  3. For the longest time I felt that there is such a thing as an inseparable existence. That even with the world’s vastness, the distance between the two of us would never be more than a heartbeat away.

    That the string connecting us would never be broken. 

    Back when giving up was an excuse, “Tired” was just a word and distance just a concept. 

    Who would have thought that what broke the string

    Was the very thing that it connected for so long. 

  4. Shades of Red

    I brought a pen to a gun fight

    Red Velvet Cake explosions

    Popping Crimson tomato hearts

    Lobbing Auburn cherry bombs

    Pomegranate Shrapnel in aerial pursuit

    In the quest of blown out Adam Apples

    Carmine Radish landmines

    Playing jump rope with Cardinal licorice

    A Scarlet letter tattooed canvas

    Yet all I see is black. 

  5. Off course

    I played connect the dots

    With memories of us

    Each line became notes and

    Each dot became a star and

    It cut the perfect form.

                                                         .

    I smoked a blunt

    With memories of us

    Each puff became smiles and

    Each cough became tears and

    It gave the perfect high.

                                                            .

    I played comparison

    With memories of us

    Each moment more beautiful than beauty itself and

    Each line harmonized more than harmony itself and

                                                              .

    Although each fight was more daunting than dismay itself and

    Each embraced hurt more than pain itself and

    Each tear fell from the soul itself,

                                      .

    We showed love with no remorse

  6. ****

    When life first begun it was a fucking phenomenon

    Butterflies and Flowers and Rainbows and shit.

    Now people delve in anguish

    In an attempt to be missed

    They are

    words bound together

    like the letters of an unread book

    Falling apart

    is this permanent shit 

  7. His

    the lightest thing he held

    were her hands

    a familiar touch,

    an unfamiliar rush.

                                                                       .

    her hands, so small, were made for so much

    Her graze,

    fleeting

    and obscure

                                                                        .

    the heaviest thing he held

    was her heart

    a familiar beat

    an unfamiliar song

  8. People’s expectations should be higher. All of us have to man up a little and be like, okay, we’re not going to see any more shitty movies.
    Joseph Gordon-Levitt
  9. there they’re

    And then you wonder

    If there is anyone there

    Listening at all

  10. Distance

    If there is a creator, he surely made this world too large.

    This is inconvenient for us small, fearful humans.

    For all the world’s vastness, we can’t measure the distance between ourselves.

    There’s six billion of us, yet still…everyone is all alone…

    That’s why we’re all frantically searching,

    For that one person we need no distance from.

  11. So Mundane

    I feel like I keep getting duller everyday. Sometimes I can’t even talk to people without thinking to myself “why is this so boring” or even “why am I so boring”. Is this a downward spiral? I wish I could be a more interesting person. Maybe a fairy somewhere can whip up a potion

    A pinch of wits, an ounce of bravery, a batch of dare, a wide range of knowledge, and finally a bottle of insanity.

    That ought to do the trick.

    Make me - Mesmerizing.

  12. Girls,

    Are impossible to understand.

    Like Pandora’s Box.

    Mysterious Paradox.

    Like an oxymoron,

    bitter-sweet

    What the heck does that mean?

    Tranquil yet Turbulent.

    Peaceful yet Storming.

    Calm yet Raging.

    I,

    Don’t understand.

    Infuriating.

    Irritating.

    Enraging.

    Boom.