Cuz the bottoms gonna bury us anyway.
Beat the Bastards -The Exploited
its hard. I know I am a male. Males like to fix. See a problem. And fix it. I do fit that mold. I do realize all things can’t always be fixed. But I am in to try. If I can. I’m not willing to break myself over it. Not right now. I won’t let me. But we can still give it all we’ve got. Why not? What is stopping us. Honestly? On one hand I always ask myself, “Why am I...
And all was okay. And I smoked the last one without even takeing it out of my mouth. And all is unsettled. Again.
a gift for a gift
exchange hugs. but i can feel it through the hood of my sweatshirt on my neck. still.
Two complete strangers bought me tai food today
hung out with me and then gave me a ride home. I guess kindness still exists.
kiss me through the phone
attackattack: somehow in the course of my two-year career at zumiez, we’ve migrated our audio from jumpy pop-punk through alt-rock through indie to where we reside currently, which is the land of the discarded radio hits. i haven’t heard “this is why i’m hot” in over a year, except for when i heard it SIX TIMES TODAY. in other news, a diva is a female version of a hustler. That is the sheer...
A walk, a cigarette, a cup of coffee, and a bus stop finish up my morning routine.
A cigarette and a piano.
One hefty size plate of spaghetti for christmas eve dinner.
I feel this its applicable again.
Nothing Gold Can Stay Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. -Robert Frost
The Christmas season this year
zacktainamerica: trevfolks: for some reason has been a little bit of a bummer for me. I think it’s because it was so over commercialized. Not to mention the fact that people started pushing Christmas well before Thanksgiving to me this year which I think is just wrong. Everything is about getting the most kickass toys now. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that there shouldn’t be gift giving...
That was really good. Whew. Like a warm breeze, your words wash me away. The burden is light off the chest.
I am going to pile the rest of my positivity into...
I can only pray something comes of it.
Today and a piano:
I am split into halves One angry, one sad, one loving Sometimes I know not what to do But I promise I’ll listen or something. My hair has turned black as night and it scares you. It scares you. It scares you. It scares you. Feel sorry for me and I won’t accept it. I have a play in my pocket. That I read when I’m walking To throw a rock through your window. Accident!...
I guess I can only hope for another very awkward phone call..
It seems like I'm walking in my own foot steps...
Another night. Only further along in the same book and a new pack of cigarettes. Same routine. Same places. Same walk. Same cold. Read. Walk. Read. Wait. Same unanswered messages. The alone time is good. The thinking and dissecting many subjects. Good as well. But inside my own brain I do much damage. The “rest easy” and “don’t fret love” are reminders like slippery...
‘Stood up’ isnt the right phrase but its the first one that comes to mind.
Obstinacy face to face with the sly feint and parry all in one, the repetition...– Introduction to “The Beard” a play by Michael McClure, by Norman Mailer
Who said I was poor? I am broke, but that does not mean I am poor.
Cuz when I fly solo I fly so high.
20 Sticks of antilife how you comfort me so.
You have lead me to believe
please let me stay unwavering.
A feeling, maybe a dream. One running but not scared. Many chasing around a finger. Nights and nights. Days and days. Only glimpses enough to fright. Turns? “Please, I pray it is not as I fear, but more than what I see here.”
I think i know you best when we are asleep.
Most awkward phone call of my life.
when it comes down to it, I don’t want any of it. I just want that “6:23” night to never end. “rest easy dear…”, thank you I’ll be waiting.
trevfolks: alexalexander: These kind of smiley faces look like cock n’ balls. so do these ones =D But mainly these ones =B
All these things I have seen before, and while the sun rises again. With every step my cigarette gets wet. But I step and I step and I step To a place we should may or may not, have gone, but a divine piece of heaven we rolled In for an hour or three. Very small on this thin long ribbon we call Time.
Crispy kind of, but folded mainly. This dollar bill you gave me. Thank you is all I can say. It means the world.
December 15, 2009
A poem made A song forgotten A need to write But no one to listen. A dance A clap A jolt of fresh air But no one is here no one is there. I live I love I let die but only to strive Only to look, only to listen. Tell me your story I long to know Not for selfish endeavor Maybe this way you’ll know.