iamlife

[iamlife]

[iamlife]

08/10/16

[iamlife]

[iamlife]

I’m tired of being alive.

[iamlife]

Instead of saying I’m in love, I’ll start saying love’s in me. I got a whole lot to give, a whole world to gift.

[iamlife]

On a branch which I am sitting the trees scream, do not kill me. On the ground with I am laying, It yells do not leave, as if I wouldn't be staying. Show me the sun, sing the the blues. Sing me all of your songs, and show me the moon. "Will you miss me?" Well only if you leave, do not please.

[iamlife]

[iamlife]

That’s Louis Rossman, a repair technician and YouTuber, who went viral recently for railing against Apple. Apple purposely charges a lot for repairs and you either have to pay up or buy a new device. That’s because Apple withholds necessary tools and information from outside repair shops. And to think, we were just so close to change.

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[iamlife]

[iamlife]

I shouldn’t have to lower my standards to touching streetlights because of my bodies size Touching the stars is too high of a height. Maybe I’m just high. Maybe I’m not too different. I am the same. I’m in search for someone to blame. I am not yours to claim. I love change. I feel exposed… But not too exposed. I’m naked in a cage. Like I’m about to be safe, Or raped. Or maybe it’s all anxiety and I think to much. I am deranged.

[iamlife]

The Mentally ill princes Dirty bathroom kisses Nirvana girls Ac-Dc boys, on their skin 2 inches of dirt. Little girl with a mans hand up her skirt. Honey live with it, it’s a fucked up world. Junky lovers Liars undercover Pushers and shovers My hearts just as cold in the summer My minds still a storm even when you don’t hear the thunder. I have a pretty house but don’t look through the shutters. Honey we’re already more than 6ft under. Parents with big words. Honey we all hurt. Every mind stirs. We make the diseases the good ones find cures. “Society.��� Goths, pretty preps, jocks and nerds. Honey here we go, welcome to our black market in the middle of the universe.

[iamlife]

Paris catacombs under the streets In my room I have the same kind of creeps The only things that can hurt me are inside of me. They sometimes scream. Can they even get louder? Two nights later 4:07 and they are shouting like they're stuck in a field and there's a meteor shower. Can my hopes be any lower? And on sunny days I say can they be higher? They build golden towers For me knowing I CANNOT climb because I'm afraid of heights and failure. They shout coward, coward, coward. I CANNOT COMPETE WITH YOUR POWERS. Let me be please. They talk about peace Knowing it's all I want to keep. They stitch my eyes shut and tell me to see. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME.

[iamlife]

I want to be, and I wish I wasn’t. Will I always suffer. I need shelter, I want to be covered. I wish I wasn’t so poetically flustered. I’m sorry, and I’m also not. I just wish the voices would stop.

I hope that my breath Rolls off of your tongue when you speak my name. I hope it’s my love you taste. I hope our memories is something you loath. I hope it’s me you hate. I hope you wished you had stayed. I hope for the next girl you are a little too late. I hope her name sounds a little like mine so you can never forget everything I said. I hope you went to great length and even got on your knees to pray. I hope you can still imagine my touch in your bed were you lay. I hope you aren’t okay.

[iamlife]

Some people leave Some people go Some people are in search of a heart to heart home Some people are made of glass Some people are made of stone People are different People are alone People hurt in this so called beautiful world People have minds that are stirred Some people have diseases that can never be cured Some people hear voices Others hear colors Some people have no father There are people with no mothers People who have used a lover People who are forced to use their skin as a true identity cover People are strange People have different loves and different tastes Different minds that use different grace Different hopes and dreams People with different fates People are different. Queens, kings, gods and goddesses, creatures and perspective. Look at my mind, look at the mess it is. Metaphorically I want to see straight but no one will ever understand the happiness it takes and the stress it gives.

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It's hard to think straight when your hands shake. It's hard to walk right when your mind is a never ending earthquake. Swimming in mental breakdowns. Sleeping in black, white and grey towns. Hearing inaudible sounds. Walking on toxic clouds. Standing up in a world so down. I am quiet when my house is loud. It's difficult to want to be alone in a drunken crowd. Take me down a new road. Show me new colors, I am sold. Take me on higher flights, you me, the voices in my head and my soul. Tell me things I have never been told. Eat this lovely broken mold. You will learn things you will have never known. Do not call me beautiful on the journey to the place you will take me. The palace that might be cold. I am not what you behold. I'm either crazy or stoned but either way I am not yours to hold. Place me, place me, high above the sky. Where the creatures never lie. Place me, place me, low into the ground. I cannot stand this nonsense sound.

[iamlife]

Party ideas.

Tea and pizza.

[iamlife]

Cool as a mule, man.