it's always upsetting when someone claims
they know everything about you, and then some
if you're of age, you know this--
you know someone who thinks they know exactly how you feel
and what's best for you
but they don't know anything.
listen to this
i dedicate it to all the stupid boys who have tried to get me
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
My Radio: What I'm Listening To

"If I rock out, I ain't lying."
In Sleep - Lissie
Who You Are - Jessie J
Dress and Tie - Charlene Kaye (w/ Darren Criss)
The Book of Morris Johnson - Zee Avi
Maps - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Head First - Nikka Costa
Cupid - Amy Winehouse
Titanium - David Guetta (w/ Sia)
Asthma Attack - CocknBullKid
My Body - Young the Giant
Skinny Love - Bon Iver
Wepa - Gloria Estefan
Schoolin' Life - Beyoncé
Settle Down - Kimbra
Bright Lights Bigger City - Cee Lo Green
Buen Soldado - Francisca Valenzuela
Without You - David Guetta (w/ Usher)
Today is Your Day - Shania Twain
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Conflicts II
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Allyism
Monday, August 8, 2011
It's Pia, Y'all!

Released July 12, check out "This Time." Get it on iTunes for $.69 or download the video for free.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Asshole
it's been a long time since i've met someone who is a complete and total asshole
you fit the bill
tenfold
and,
although i never actually expected much from you,
although i never actually expected much from you,
i definitely didn't expect this much
Monday, August 1, 2011
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Never Let Me Go
He says: "you're so comfortable,"
as he yawns and hugs me
like a little boy would his stuffed animal before falling asleep after a very long day
"you're cute," I say
and he laughs.
"I don't ever want to let you go,"
he whispers, his arms around me tightening.
I watch him sleep and ponder that-
The thought is sweet, I know
But, he'll have to let me go eventually though
as he yawns and hugs me
like a little boy would his stuffed animal before falling asleep after a very long day
"you're cute," I say
and he laughs.
"I don't ever want to let you go,"
he whispers, his arms around me tightening.
I watch him sleep and ponder that-
The thought is sweet, I know
But, he'll have to let me go eventually though
Saturday, July 16, 2011
My Two Cents
Children suffer even MORE when parents who don't love or respect each other stay together "for the children." It is possible to grow up a child of divorce and become a very respectful, successful, and happy human being.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Shut Up
Runaway Boyfriend
Have you ever dodged a bullet,
ducked right on time,
and let go
before it was too late?
It feels good when you realize
you were smart not to go on
and you stopped right when you were supposed to
Because,
when you listen to reason and
hold on to that conscience inside yelling at you to wake up,
you flourish
and grow
and find something a whole lot better
It's true and
even if it hurts at first, there's a cooling sensation that comes to ease the pain
it's from God
and it really saves
ducked right on time,
and let go
before it was too late?
It feels good when you realize
you were smart not to go on
and you stopped right when you were supposed to
Because,
when you listen to reason and
hold on to that conscience inside yelling at you to wake up,
you flourish
and grow
and find something a whole lot better
It's true and
even if it hurts at first, there's a cooling sensation that comes to ease the pain
it's from God
and it really saves
Saturday, June 11, 2011
My Radio: What I'm Listening To

"I can move to a lot of things now."
Money Grabber - Fitz and the Tantrums
Lullaby - Sia
Skinny Love - Birdy
Take Over Control - Afrojack (w/ Eva Simons)
Sleep the Clock Around - Belle and Sebastian
The Cure & the Cause - Fish Go Deep (w/ Tracey K.)
Hello - Martin Solveig (w/ Dragonette)
Move Your Feet - Junior Senior
On a Mission - Gabriella Cilmi
When I'm Alone - Lissie
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Poem to a Horse

You run faster than anyone I know
even if I tried, I wouldn’t be able to catch you
You’re polite and there’s enough magic in you to charm a pack of wolves, or men
same thing
I told you before, you remind me of Jesus
but, I’ll say it again because I don’t think you get it
I know you're noble
somewhere
you go on
and on and on
playing and dancing
racing and prancing
striving for freedom but I know you don’t really want it
I bet you’ve wondered if anyone’s ever written a poem about you
well, now you know.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Goodbye, World
Tonight I want to kill myself. I don’t know how I should do it but I know I want to do it. I keep thinking I should use a gun. I want to use something strong enough to work the first time I try. I want to use something that’ll do the most damage. I don’t want this heart. I don’t want this head. So, I want to try and shoot them both. Fuck, I don’t even think that’s possible - unless I get someone to do it for me. But, Dr. Kevorkian is dead. I want to stop loving profusely and I want to stop feeling sorry for myself. Why don’t I have an off switch to turn away these crazy thoughts? I don’t know. Dear God, I think you’re cruel. You truly are an innocent - the naïve creator. Didn’t you stop to wonder about the struggles I’d have to face alone, loveless, ugly, and rotten inside? A motherless, punished child! You were drunk. And it was too late to stop, right? Too giddy, Mr. Perfect, and not an evil thought or ounce of negativity to alter your courage as you molded and pressed and designed and created this…this person that I am. Me. Still empty inside in spite of the miles of veins and skin and thighs.
Disclaimer: Don't worry, readers—I am not going to kill myself.
Disclaimer: Don't worry, readers—I am not going to kill myself.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Dear Friend
Today, I stop
no more terms of endearments
or flirtatious nothings
because, what’s the point
and who are you
to look down on me
when I’ve never been anything but supportive
and encouraging
I know you want more
but I can’t give you what I don’t have
and that’s this heart
because, it’s not really mine anyway
so be mad and stay that way
I’m not sorry I love someone else and not you
no more terms of endearments
or flirtatious nothings
because, what’s the point
and who are you
to look down on me
when I’ve never been anything but supportive
and encouraging
I know you want more
but I can’t give you what I don’t have
and that’s this heart
because, it’s not really mine anyway
so be mad and stay that way
I’m not sorry I love someone else and not you
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