i’m in love with the world through the eyes of a girl…

lol at sleep.

lol at night.

lol at sky.

lol at god(God?)

lol at life.

lol at writing poems for my girlfriend.

The night remains still after everything,
And the lights, they pierce the dark for nothing.
Everyone is lost, but it seems to me
They are right where they want to be.

The morning is slow in its coming,
And the sun takes time in its rising,
But our moon hangs with leisure,
And there is comfort in the evening’s cover.

The people all around look to the sky,
They dream of the stars but hate to fly,
Just like you and I are so afraid to see each other,
But nights you and I are blind and so close lovers.

the ice was getting thinner under me and you…

i’m tired.

there are days you just need to sit back, and take stock of all the things good in your life

so that the bad things don’t weigh you down.

my girlfriend has been the biggest factor on my list for as long as i’ve known her.

yum yum.

here’s a poem!

I am torn into so many pieces,
And I am waiting until the sun releases
Day and its light upon my lonely eyes,
That scan and search this forever dark sky,

For the small crescent of orange to open
Over the line of the so close horizon,
To separate heaven from my so literal earth,
And I may know where I stand and where to turn.

we’re not the same dear, and it’s seem to me there’s no where we can go with nothing underneath…

sigh.

death cab is very good.

RougeCheezit: hey alex
RougeCheezit: hey alex
RougeCheezit: i was thinking
RougeCheezit: i was thinking
RougeCheezit: do you ever feel like
RougeCheezit: do you ever feel like
RougeCheezit: you only know yourself through how others know you?
RougeCheezit: you only know yourself through how others know you?
RougeCheezit: i mean
RougeCheezit: i mean
RougeCheezit: our grasp on our own personalities
RougeCheezit: our grasp on our own personalities
RougeCheezit: what degree of permanence does that hold?
RougeCheezit: what degree of permanence does that hold?
RougeCheezit: it’s so easily marred
RougeCheezit: it’s so easily marred
RougeCheezit: distorted, even
RougeCheezit: distorted, even
RougeCheezit: am i alex tang, regardless of company?
RougeCheezit: am i alex tang, regardless of company?
RougeCheezit: or am i only ever one shade of alex tang
RougeCheezit: or am i only ever one shade of alex tang
RougeCheezit: is there even an alex tang anymore?
RougeCheezit: is there even an alex tang anymore?
RougeCheezit: who we grow to be is so profoundly influenced by those around us
RougeCheezit: who we grow to be is so profoundly influenced by those around us
RougeCheezit: there’s never a pure you
RougeCheezit: there’s never a pure you
RougeCheezit: there’s a you, with the flecks and spots of friends, lovers, family, and acquaintences
RougeCheezit: there’s a you, with the flecks and spots of friends, lovers, family, and acquaintences
RougeCheezit: there’s the white me, and the pastel us.
RougeCheezit: there’s the white me, and the pastel us.
RougeCheezit: i don’t think anyone’s ever supposed to remain white
RougeCheezit: i don’t think anyone’s ever supposed to remain white
RougeCheezit: we’re supposed to be mixed and blended with others
RougeCheezit: we’re supposed to be mixed and blended with others
RougeCheezit: as humans, like paints
RougeCheezit: as humans, like paints
RougeCheezit: into the artwork that is a complete soul
RougeCheezit: into the artwork that is a complete soul
RougeCheezit: so multi dimensional
RougeCheezit: so multi dimensional
RougeCheezit: a product of so many factors
RougeCheezit: a product of so many factors
RougeCheezit: there is no way there’s an isolated aspect of us, that’s purely us
RougeCheezit: there is no way there’s an isolated aspect of us, that’s purely us
RougeCheezit: and i think i like it that way.
RougeCheezit: and i think i like it that way.

it’s like a book elegantly bound, but in a language you can’t read just yet…

po-et-tree.

i wrote this one a few years ago.

Talking to myself when there’s people around
I could make an effort to try and be social
But it’s not what I want and try as I might
I’ll stay where I am and I might as well enjoy it

I stare at the wall drawing pictures with the trails
That the lights leave in my eyes
And tracing imaginary shapes and fictitious tails
On the windows of strangers’ cars.

Does this mean I’m lost?
If it does, I don’t ever want to be found.
And we can change, but at what cost?
In these crowds, I’m so afraid to drown.

I’m slumped in the passenger seat,
With my head against the window
And my heart beneath my feet,
And everything I ever thought is on the radio.

I’m watching the water droplets on the window,
Hoping they’ll meet and join together.
Maybe they’ll feel less alone.
Maybe I’ll feel less alone.