The Luxurious Blue Notebook, Part 1

Raise the blue flag and begin the end.
Raise the blue flag and begin the end.

I don’t want what you have. I want who you are.

What do you expect from me? Isn’t it enough that I insist on putting myself on your front porch, wimpering like a wet, hungry puppy?

The quiet cool of this night has surrounded me, isolated me, captured me, holding me in this envelope of solitude, and is rolling me away into a silent escape of dreams.

I laugh myself to sleep.

Who do you think I think I am?

Merely hating people doesn’t make your superior to them.

I pour the filth of my soul onto your doorstep, and you cleanse me by merely witnessing my suffering.

[stextbox id=”download” caption=”Ticking Away”]Time flies, far above, silently, casting no shadow. One day it’s gone.[/stextbox]

I had a feeling that was made pure in the moment I held her.

All those in favor, signify by suffering.

[stextbox id=”download” caption=”Truer than Beauty”]Nothing has ever hurt me more than, “She is gone.”[/stextbox]

There is so much inside of me that never speaks.

Never forget the pain, because it will never forget you.

Wishes are just beautiful complaints.

Why do I miss you so much? Why are you gone?

You must make a friend of pain, or one day you will have no friends at all.

I don’t have to explain myself to you, or even to me.

[stextbox id=”download” caption=”Like This”]Clouds like mountains
Mountains like dreams
Dreams like water
Water like clouds[/stextbox]

IF is the word in the middle of LIFE.

Is fear of death really fear of loneliness?

Insecurities are your heart’s bad advice.

The ground will always hold me up when nothing else will.

I have more pencils than enemies.

You don’t deserve me, and I certainly don’t deserve you.

Cold world. Bundle up.

Beauty is the most seductive deception.

My life is a work of fiction.

I never had a nightmare I didn’t like.

You are free to do as you are told.

Pain is the perfect pet. You never need to feed it because you can feed it everything you have and it will still be hungry.

I taste tears, or maybe they taste me before they devour me.

What's wrong with this picture? Nothing, I guess.
What’s wrong with this picture? Nothing, I guess.


  1. while completely my style, ultimately the blue caused me to standout in a world already watching.

    True blue.

  2. For some reason, “Cold World, bundle up,” strikes a real chord with me. I’d been actively searching your blog for it and just now ran across it again by accident. Good advice (even if the rest is intended as snark.)

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