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Most comments: 8

2014-03-09 03:38:26 (8 comments, 0 reshares, 3 +1s)Open 

January 1979 by Aaron Weiss
January, 1979 saw a terrible crash (and then couldn't help but laugh.)
My ear pressed against the past like a glass on a wall of a house in a photograph
My forehead no longer sweet with holy kisses worthy of your fiery lips
I was floating in a peaceful sea 'rescued' by a sinking ship
If I could become the servant of all - no lower place to fall
You watched me like a 10 car highway wreck with detached, vulgar curiosity
This looking down at the tops of the hats of us passers-by from your 7th story balcony
And from such a height you missed the creatures too small for sight carry on covert conversation
as the misguided insects crowned me their grasshopper king with a dance of celebration!
After years with that crown on my head I've grown
overfed, unconcerned, and comfortably numb kept busy indulging
in... more »

Most reshares: 1

2013-09-21 21:18:01 (2 comments, 1 reshares, 1 +1s)Open 

The cutthroat collapse of a reality
In kiss and soliloquy
Revert to adolescent moralities
In angst and heart murmurs
Crush reconciliation
A new day bleeds through the pavement
The concrete rotting away
In jitters, shatters, relapses
Love the life you leave
Through sinkholes and wonderlands
Through lullabies and hourglass sand
Carve out the trench, rainbow retch
Puke shooting stars, vomit star crossed lovers
Throw up the wishes never granted
Let them be disgustfully noticed

Most plusones: 5

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2013-12-07 06:16:39 (6 comments, 0 reshares, 5 +1s)Open 

This is totally my motto
X-post from /r/adviceanimals

Latest 50 posts

2015-05-23 00:43:17 (2 comments, 0 reshares, 2 +1s)Open 

I'm not so sure if your here anymore
Chasing you in blavkouts
spewrused worditions
Love letters with PSes
I'm standing out my own head
Through sprinklestorm and hailsun
Through nothing and anything at all
In falsetide // everafter

I saw an ant pick up a twig four times its own size
And you look mighty thin

I'm not so sure if your here anymore
Chasing you in blavkouts
spewrused worditions
Love letters with PSes
I'm standing out my own head
Through sprinklestorm and hailsun
Through nothing and anything at all
In falsetide // everafter

I saw an ant pick up a twig four times its own size
And you look mighty thin___

2015-05-02 00:09:38 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 0 +1s)Open 

I sat in my bathtub for hours
Listening to Leonard, reading Shakespeare
Flood the tub with a broken water main
Time travel and the like (when a heroin addict passes out is it coming to the future?)
Listen to Vivaldi

Thumbing Kerouac on my lips
Tired and derivative 
Pseduo-intellectual in the worst sense
I shoved water in my face like I was building a fucking dynasty
Something inconceivable to me
Happiness

For truly we are the scumlords of WestBurrough
Chapel standing on the backwindow lit alley cattycorner
Cigarettes in both hands
Double fisted, scandalous and scatalytic
Face made of shit eating grins
His face speckled with the dysmorphic monstrosities of that other night

"This is why you'ren't allowed to read Beat Poets"

Stick to Beats by Dre
Double fistedly lame for... more »

I sat in my bathtub for hours
Listening to Leonard, reading Shakespeare
Flood the tub with a broken water main
Time travel and the like (when a heroin addict passes out is it coming to the future?)
Listen to Vivaldi

Thumbing Kerouac on my lips
Tired and derivative 
Pseduo-intellectual in the worst sense
I shoved water in my face like I was building a fucking dynasty
Something inconceivable to me
Happiness

For truly we are the scumlords of WestBurrough
Chapel standing on the backwindow lit alley cattycorner
Cigarettes in both hands
Double fisted, scandalous and scatalytic
Face made of shit eating grins
His face speckled with the dysmorphic monstrosities of that other night

"This is why you'ren't allowed to read Beat Poets"

Stick to Beats by Dre
Double fistedly lame for pay
It sounded okay before I signed
I sigh to God in supplies of surrealism
But out came half-assed expressionals
Confessionals wearing costumes of virtue
Like how anything with a mark-up becomes artisan
I suppose that began when a whore founded prostitution
Could I reach such gratuitous naming convention plateaus?___

2015-04-15 04:08:02 (1 comments, 0 reshares, 0 +1s)Open 

Does anyone even remember me?
Either way, gone for awhile but I've been playing with writing more 'long form' stuff is the reason.
Nothing worthwhile until recently, but I think over the past year I've been doing okay mixing my style of writing with the long format.
So much work still, but here is a sample that isn't poetry based:::

You stare out to your repercussions and find a certain amount of lilac. Like, a certain ALOT amount of lilac that is highly questionable to have retching you into awakeness in that typical drunk half-daze, conscience and unwitting. I remember last night well, in mercy and painful endeavors after a small burst vessel and distorted "beer goggles" (more like a vodka gas mask but for all attempts and purposes still helpful in forgetting the whiter parts of the night) contrapping you in that same complexity a feminine body can... more »

Does anyone even remember me?
Either way, gone for awhile but I've been playing with writing more 'long form' stuff is the reason.
Nothing worthwhile until recently, but I think over the past year I've been doing okay mixing my style of writing with the long format.
So much work still, but here is a sample that isn't poetry based:::

You stare out to your repercussions and find a certain amount of lilac. Like, a certain ALOT amount of lilac that is highly questionable to have retching you into awakeness in that typical drunk half-daze, conscience and unwitting. I remember last night well, in mercy and painful endeavors after a small burst vessel and distorted "beer goggles" (more like a vodka gas mask but for all attempts and purposes still helpful in forgetting the whiter parts of the night) contrapping you in that same complexity a feminine body can do.
    It's always like that, you can pretend, in a haze of gotsome and flotsam. But here you aren't remedial, you are expertly clashing with the suffocating repertoire of outdated social norms and even more primordial social cues. Building an entire personality around some concept of socioanarchial justice that only appears to be a constant selfdestruction to people not privy to 'the lifestyle'. They couldn't see the explosions as the wayward flashes of martyrdom it surely will lead to, nor could they even begin to comprehend the bits and pieces of yourself it will ultimately leave scattered about their soul crimescenes.

    But lilac reaves your brain back to unnecessary questions.
Lilac, lilac, lilac, lady/maybe/ ...don't ask questions...
Highfives abound another conquered ladyscape and the various recognence of how a lack of cognition can lead to the plowing of even the soddiest of fields. Sodom and Gomorrah proudly sits in disgust or lack there of depending on the contents of 'the reveal' wink*wink
    Sweet smells tend to leave a bad taste on the tongue the next day. They also leave fuzziness and headaches when they don't leave at the proper time.
~~~shake the sheets~~~
       ~~~shake~shake~~~
              ~feminine shape moves (scene one)~
~lady face obvious with classic moneyshot eyes crusted over from a night of near death rest~
She was average, able-bodied, well cut hair and mostly clean skin.
>an absolute anomaly<
Also with the fucking lilac. What kind of possibilijunkie reeks of goddamn lilac?
But there seemed to be absolutely no reason to be complaining about her hands wringing off sleep in my /i don’t actually have/ sheets.
Red light blinking, bare mattress, bare butt, bare teenage year angst in adolescence.
Entropy can totally suck my dick.
❂Red☀light❂blink☀blink❂blink☀
Dead battery moneyshot sickness revealing the various ups and downs of last night in their own hellish glow.
    I completely realized my actions; I wasn’t completely sure if she realized her own. The way she shuddered beg to differ so much so that the window began to seem like the absolute place to shove it. Stuttered words plopped her lips, “Breakfast?”> I could have laughed and danced in the streetlit room to prove some obnoxious point but fuck the city.
“I got three and some change. Throw a ten in and we can probably get something.”
She searched the bed sheets and found a sock to dig about in with no results.
deepbreath:::“Where’s the other fucking sock?”
There was a definite sort of urgency.
“I don’t fucking know! Maybe the floor or something‽”
“Holy shit, how many forties can one man litter the floor with‽”
“A---NUF”, I exemplicated.
“Enough what? Enough breakfast? Enough searching? Enough Money? Enough cheap malt liquor?”
    she was one of those trashy whores, muchin like myself I suppose.
“Help me find my sock. I need something to get rid of this booze taste.”
    “Peter and the Boozeregards”
“What??”
    “Nothing, just… a thing.”
She reached down for a dark cocoa (black?) sock and dug into its crevices, whipping out a few bills.
“Ten, right?”
    “Yeah”

    We walked hungover past the dark alley and around /only a lady would refuse to walk through/ the prickly bushes; Me and Out of My League. We listened to some obscure southward band through her phone’s speakers... ‘But I’ll get up again with my back against the wall and vultures at my crown with pounding in my skull from last night’... that’s all I cared to remember. Struck me in a less-than-subtle sort of way. I coughed up a conversation about who I was and where I was from and she  hacked away at my subtleties like a movie screen director who didn’t realize the difficulty in translating Korean to French. It was more than average, almost distinguishably average.
    Honestly, zero fuck-ups made for a good walk, no mugging feeling or back-to-the-wall endearment.
Just two lonely molecules in a viscous solution. #Corpus .
    The first time I ever felt like I was neither getting my dick wet or running on the ticket.
We ate at GenericMainstreamFastfoodRestaurant#1 about 6 streets away from my place.
Dry biscuits, oily sausage, plastique explosive cheese melted to mouthburn.
    And then, after about 30 minutes, we separated or cohesion.
I never met her again.___

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2014-12-25 05:59:47 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 0 +1s)Open 

There is literally no excuse for you not to be in music.
Unless you are past this and I missed the notice

There is literally no excuse for you not to be in music.
Unless you are past this and I missed the notice___

2014-09-09 17:40:23 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 2 +1s)Open 

So the new 5.5 inch is called the iPhone 6+
Easily the most disappointing name they could have given in.

So the new 5.5 inch is called the iPhone 6+
Easily the most disappointing name they could have given in.___

2014-09-01 17:29:23 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 1 +1s)Open 

It's Like A First Date 8 Months Into The Relationship

Do I know the right words?
I hope if I do
You can realize they are honest

I'm not trying to win your heart
Hearts are such heavy things to hold
I can barely manage my own

It's this indesk•indescribable•babble
The way you appear so nondescript
And all I can hear is your body language
It's in the eyes
Even with a face too numb to recall
It's all in your eyes
The plucking of your skin
Like a perfect, deserted chord
Like the subtle differentiations in your movements
One minute a stillness
I can feel the stutter collapse
The anger, the love, the fear, the apologies
Like a secret language between you and I
That I never can comprehend others' inability to decipher
You're so obvious to me
But in aninc... more »

It's Like A First Date 8 Months Into The Relationship

Do I know the right words?
I hope if I do
You can realize they are honest

I'm not trying to win your heart
Hearts are such heavy things to hold
I can barely manage my own

It's this indesk•indescribable•babble
The way you appear so nondescript
And all I can hear is your body language
It's in the eyes
Even with a face too numb to recall
It's all in your eyes
The plucking of your skin
Like a perfect, deserted chord
Like the subtle differentiations in your movements
One minute a stillness
I can feel the stutter collapse
The anger, the love, the fear, the apologies
Like a secret language between you and I
That I never can comprehend others' inability to decipher
You're so obvious to me
But in an inconspicuous, thus attractive aptitude
Do you wonder how we speak such similarity? ~~I constant done~~
The only answer I have is unlearned
I didn't study you
Dissect you
Carefully choose the way I move
It terrifies me
Unknow into a knot what it means

Float us, please
Without the chance I anxious this maybe
Suffocated in regret___

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2014-03-29 06:50:09 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 2 +1s)Open 

I gooogled Innocean HOPING for more Michael rapping... 
I can't even begin to describe how disappointed I was. 
This should become a typical thing on Cracked. Please?

I gooogled Innocean HOPING for more Michael rapping... 
I can't even begin to describe how disappointed I was. 
This should become a typical thing on Cracked. Please?___

2014-03-16 04:20:19 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 1 +1s)Open 

I never wanted the fetters you placed upon me
And yet I took them so gracefully

I never wanted the fetters you placed upon me
And yet I took them so gracefully___

2014-03-14 08:50:03 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 2 +1s)Open 

The Misery Of A Second Hand

Gripping to memories and retributions
A mixture of cinematic loss and subtle wins
Gripping to the ink, nearly breaking the pen
If I could find the time to write
Maybe then I wouldn't forget
What a chance to heckle myself for time capsules
When my brain's ticking like a busted clock
With less memories and more time lost
Frantic, phonetic stuttering through every second
Dreams scribbled out like the diary of a mad man
Chiming to the paper to the tune of a second hand
There's every detail of every event
With every event long forgotten

The Misery Of A Second Hand

Gripping to memories and retributions
A mixture of cinematic loss and subtle wins
Gripping to the ink, nearly breaking the pen
If I could find the time to write
Maybe then I wouldn't forget
What a chance to heckle myself for time capsules
When my brain's ticking like a busted clock
With less memories and more time lost
Frantic, phonetic stuttering through every second
Dreams scribbled out like the diary of a mad man
Chiming to the paper to the tune of a second hand
There's every detail of every event
With every event long forgotten___

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2014-03-13 05:13:51 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 1 +1s)Open 

So much cinematic.

So much cinematic.___

2014-03-09 03:38:26 (8 comments, 0 reshares, 3 +1s)Open 

January 1979 by Aaron Weiss
January, 1979 saw a terrible crash (and then couldn't help but laugh.)
My ear pressed against the past like a glass on a wall of a house in a photograph
My forehead no longer sweet with holy kisses worthy of your fiery lips
I was floating in a peaceful sea 'rescued' by a sinking ship
If I could become the servant of all - no lower place to fall
You watched me like a 10 car highway wreck with detached, vulgar curiosity
This looking down at the tops of the hats of us passers-by from your 7th story balcony
And from such a height you missed the creatures too small for sight carry on covert conversation
as the misguided insects crowned me their grasshopper king with a dance of celebration!
After years with that crown on my head I've grown
overfed, unconcerned, and comfortably numb kept busy indulging
in... more »

January 1979 by Aaron Weiss
January, 1979 saw a terrible crash (and then couldn't help but laugh.)
My ear pressed against the past like a glass on a wall of a house in a photograph
My forehead no longer sweet with holy kisses worthy of your fiery lips
I was floating in a peaceful sea 'rescued' by a sinking ship
If I could become the servant of all - no lower place to fall
You watched me like a 10 car highway wreck with detached, vulgar curiosity
This looking down at the tops of the hats of us passers-by from your 7th story balcony
And from such a height you missed the creatures too small for sight carry on covert conversation
as the misguided insects crowned me their grasshopper king with a dance of celebration!
After years with that crown on my head I've grown
overfed, unconcerned, and comfortably numb kept busy indulging
in the pleasures of the wealthy (someone make me afraid of what I've become!)
At the first sign of possible sorrow I turned my heel and ran (Oh, I'll never learn)
My life is a cup of sugar I borrowed before time began and forgot to return,
It was a matter of time - I always said I could see now I'm going blind,
It was a matter of miserable time - but I heard somewhere there was a cure for useless eyes?

-------------------------
This is actually a song on their album Catch For Us The Foxes, but the lyrics have always seemed so remarkably poetic to me and has consistently stuck with me over the years. The way he's speaking about accepting praise from the lowliest people like it's some sort of huge accomplishment and how delusional and comfortably uneasy the lyrics are.___

2014-03-09 03:22:19 (1 comments, 0 reshares, 2 +1s)Open 

Geh, I feel like posting poem comments to people's stuff but I don't feel like being the douchebag that posts poem comments to people's stuff.

Geh, I feel like posting poem comments to people's stuff but I don't feel like being the douchebag that posts poem comments to people's stuff.___

2014-03-09 02:50:52 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 1 +1s)Open 

Sometimes I like to think if I wrote down all the things I've seen people would love to read that book. 
And then I realize that it would be lost in the fiction section with nobody ever able to realize how true the stories are.

Sometimes I like to think if I wrote down all the things I've seen people would love to read that book. 
And then I realize that it would be lost in the fiction section with nobody ever able to realize how true the stories are.___

2014-03-09 02:32:55 (4 comments, 0 reshares, 2 +1s)Open 

Should I add more lines to the below poem?:::
Disaster tears petals and clocks to shreds
Love-me-nots and living hours break my bed
Starting to leave sinkholes like comfort coffins
Busted knees and back aches gathering charms and hexes
Careening into a crusade caused by careless exteriors
The trials and tribulations of a thousand forgotten Gods
Their countless thoughts littering ignorant shells of existence
How much deeper can I find myself in lost
Before succumbing to the breakdown
-------------------------------------------------------------
I'm very seriously wanting someone to give me some clue to if I should continue and expand this poem or leave it as is. 
It seems to end fairly well to me, but I also can't stomache the thought that I could have done more for/to it.

Should I add more lines to the below poem?:::
Disaster tears petals and clocks to shreds
Love-me-nots and living hours break my bed
Starting to leave sinkholes like comfort coffins
Busted knees and back aches gathering charms and hexes
Careening into a crusade caused by careless exteriors
The trials and tribulations of a thousand forgotten Gods
Their countless thoughts littering ignorant shells of existence
How much deeper can I find myself in lost
Before succumbing to the breakdown
-------------------------------------------------------------
I'm very seriously wanting someone to give me some clue to if I should continue and expand this poem or leave it as is. 
It seems to end fairly well to me, but I also can't stomache the thought that I could have done more for/to it.___

2014-03-09 02:16:07 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 1 +1s)Open 

I don’t miss being a child
I miss being innocent

I don’t miss being a child
I miss being innocent___

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2014-03-09 01:48:27 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 2 +1s)Open 

One of my favourite post-rock songs. 
The amount of genres it seamlessly combines is just astounding.

One of my favourite post-rock songs. 
The amount of genres it seamlessly combines is just astounding.___

2014-03-05 09:31:15 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 1 +1s)Open 

The more I use Youtube's new-ish-ish dislike/like system the less I know about how the internet works....
I want to react the same way I would on Reddit but I know that's apparently not what Youtube is about.......
I hate youtube for more than music videos now thanks to a shitty system that I didn't truly realize until now

The more I use Youtube's new-ish-ish dislike/like system the less I know about how the internet works....
I want to react the same way I would on Reddit but I know that's apparently not what Youtube is about.......
I hate youtube for more than music videos now thanks to a shitty system that I didn't truly realize until now___

2014-03-04 08:14:06 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 2 +1s)Open 

Faking Growing Pains
Perfectly tucked at the end of an extensive sunset
Perfectly stuck at the end of a reckless endangerment
Of life and limb (love and others) broken endeavors
With a lack of sleep (not for lack of trying)
Curses toss and turn the mistake of the century
Slurred words tend to be my worst enemy
To the point that blackouts are becoming my best friends
But there’s no hope for them when you’re daydrunk at 10am
Caught in the ambient flair of another day well wasted
Where thoughts are just static and sounds become perforations
Dazing through the torn up shreds of faking being human
Flipping the pillow pretending (this side is more comforting)
All the halos curtained out in walls of quilts and blankets
Flipping the coin pretending (like chance is a guidance)
Carousels, there’s not a pretty word that could makethis ... more »

Faking Growing Pains
Perfectly tucked at the end of an extensive sunset
Perfectly stuck at the end of a reckless endangerment
Of life and limb (love and others) broken endeavors
With a lack of sleep (not for lack of trying)
Curses toss and turn the mistake of the century
Slurred words tend to be my worst enemy
To the point that blackouts are becoming my best friends
But there’s no hope for them when you’re daydrunk at 10am
Caught in the ambient flair of another day well wasted
Where thoughts are just static and sounds become perforations
Dazing through the torn up shreds of faking being human
Flipping the pillow pretending (this side is more comforting)
All the halos curtained out in walls of quilts and blankets
Flipping the coin pretending (like chance is a guidance)
Carousels, there’s not a pretty word that could make this less a mess
But growing pains, I’d like to trade away my growing pains
IOUs tossed all over the floors in pencil to be rewritten
At every possible convenience___

2014-02-28 03:03:59 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 1 +1s)Open 

You cut your teeth on a silver plate
As if each tooth would be a cavity
Jolting you into feeling every cracking degradation (hole)
A consistent emptiness imminent in splinters
Intent is the definition of these careless fetters
To be so full of impulse you become void with bad decisions
Incisions and catalysts carving fate through stumbling
Split lips and writ skin; we talked for hours about
The sins of the flesh
What existence ends in such indignant
Reckless, dissident bastardized children
And how they survive to kiss and fake parents
They wish they had kept forever and longer
You cut your teeth on a silver plate
I was ripped from the womb like a tumor
To be tossed away in desplendent grace
Such a descriptive waste of morose
Such a hollow thrown away angst
Like all passion is incentive to create
His idol hands... more »

You cut your teeth on a silver plate
As if each tooth would be a cavity
Jolting you into feeling every cracking degradation (hole)
A consistent emptiness imminent in splinters
Intent is the definition of these careless fetters
To be so full of impulse you become void with bad decisions
Incisions and catalysts carving fate through stumbling
Split lips and writ skin; we talked for hours about
The sins of the flesh
What existence ends in such indignant
Reckless, dissident bastardized children
And how they survive to kiss and fake parents
They wish they had kept forever and longer
You cut your teeth on a silver plate
I was ripped from the womb like a tumor
To be tossed away in desplendent grace
Such a descriptive waste of morose
Such a hollow thrown away angst
Like all passion is incentive to create
His idol hands grazed your begging flesh
And dearly with chaos and cloudy calms
Creation erupted from their veins in the most imaginative psalms
The splendorous disasters of rickshaw hearts kissing qualms___

2014-02-28 02:44:09 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 0 +1s)Open 

I Awoke Less A Man Than A God

Sometimes I like to pretend I am God
But I don’t know it yet
Listen to a cello with words written about music
To know they’re bullshit based on the slight carrying of my heartbeat
What if God was one of us?
And what if I was it?
And then my only question would have to be
Why did I hold the world so poorly?

I gargled some nails in repetitious swallows
Only a tack or two, Aback I am due
Corresponding to the repetitions of feet
Stomping about my clouds and carouseling into my rain
You were all so perfect, who of you should not be here?
I must choose somebody to gather in the fire and disdain
And then I jump back into the mortal I am with stark realizations

Look at this god forsaken bones!
I haven’t waken for days in my misery
I have gathered; Sedated SaviorCome!... more »

I Awoke Less A Man Than A God

Sometimes I like to pretend I am God
But I don’t know it yet
Listen to a cello with words written about music
To know they’re bullshit based on the slight carrying of my heartbeat
What if God was one of us?
And what if I was it?
And then my only question would have to be
Why did I hold the world so poorly?

I gargled some nails in repetitious swallows
Only a tack or two, Aback I am due
Corresponding to the repetitions of feet
Stomping about my clouds and carouseling into my rain
You were all so perfect, who of you should not be here?
I must choose somebody to gather in the fire and disdain
And then I jump back into the mortal I am with stark realizations

Look at this god forsaken bones!
I haven’t waken for days in my misery
I have gathered; Sedated Savior Come!
There was like a dream and I was a God
But no matter the intoxicant it will always be nothing more
I can barely stand a human let alone a divinity
And this poor body laying next to me
Bloody sheets and recollections
Will they take my place in hell?
If only. 

-----------------------------
The repetitious beat and general sound made me think of a drug addict who blacked out and thought they were God... but it a really vague sense. More or less it reminded me of the feeling of blacking out especially after Ambien or far too much alcohol mixed with my mental issues.___

2014-02-28 02:29:11 (2 comments, 0 reshares, 3 +1s)Open 

You cut your teeth on a silver plate
As if each tooth would be a cavity
Jolting you into feeling every cracking degradation (hole)
A consistent emptiness imminent in splinters
Intent is the definition of these careless fetters
To be so full of impulse you become void with bad decisions
Incisions and catalysts carving fate through stumbling
Split lips and writ skin; we talked for hours about
The sins of the flesh
What existence ends in such indignant
Reckless, dissident bastardized children
And how they survive to kiss and fake parents
They wish they had kept forever and longer
You cut your teeth on a silver plate
I was ripped from the womb like a tumor
To be tossed away in desplendent grace
Such a descriptive waste of morose
Such a hollow thrown away angst
Like all passion is incentive to create
His idol hands... more »

You cut your teeth on a silver plate
As if each tooth would be a cavity
Jolting you into feeling every cracking degradation (hole)
A consistent emptiness imminent in splinters
Intent is the definition of these careless fetters
To be so full of impulse you become void with bad decisions
Incisions and catalysts carving fate through stumbling
Split lips and writ skin; we talked for hours about
The sins of the flesh
What existence ends in such indignant
Reckless, dissident bastardized children
And how they survive to kiss and fake parents
They wish they had kept forever and longer
You cut your teeth on a silver plate
I was ripped from the womb like a tumor
To be tossed away in desplendent grace
Such a descriptive waste of morose
Such a hollow thrown away angst
Like all passion is incentive to create
His idol hands grazed your begging flesh
And dearly with chaos and cloudy calms
Creation erupted from their veins in the most imaginative psalms
The splendorous disasters of rickshaw hearts kissing qualms___

2014-02-23 14:28:35 (2 comments, 0 reshares, 1 +1s)Open 

The more hallmarks of what I consider shitty poetry I find, the harder poetry gets to write -.-
I have like... a dozen extremely shit pieces for every half-decent word :\

The more hallmarks of what I consider shitty poetry I find, the harder poetry gets to write -.-
I have like... a dozen extremely shit pieces for every half-decent word :\___

2014-02-23 08:08:47 (7 comments, 0 reshares, 2 +1s)Open 

Occasionally let’s fantasize about bullets
Racketing un-safecracking our skulls
Fractals of headaches facturing our membranes
Lost yolks of our souls dribbling out in
Ooey Gooey >   
    < Sickly Sweet >
        < Compulsion~
All on our god forsaken lips
Adam come to bedlam
Subcumb to madness with writs
All against thankless things
You and I are like slit wrists
Bleeding all over the floor in I love yous
But all that’s left is a stain for our families to clean up
All the while pretending we’re new beat poets
But we know, no I know, we’re nothing in the picture of the future
The world isn’t ready for this fuck up and the self isn’t ready to accept it’s not
So let’s sing our depression, angst NEVER GROWING UP songs
They’re all that we got...---------------------------... more »

Occasionally let’s fantasize about bullets
Racketing un-safecracking our skulls
Fractals of headaches facturing our membranes
Lost yolks of our souls dribbling out in
Ooey Gooey >   
    < Sickly Sweet >
        < Compulsion~
All on our god forsaken lips
Adam come to bedlam
Subcumb to madness with writs
All against thankless things
You and I are like slit wrists
Bleeding all over the floor in I love yous
But all that’s left is a stain for our families to clean up
All the while pretending we’re new beat poets
But we know, no I know, we’re nothing in the picture of the future
The world isn’t ready for this fuck up and the self isn’t ready to accept it’s not
So let’s sing our depression, angst NEVER GROWING UP songs
They’re all that we got...
----------------------------------------------------------
I get so lost in how it's going to be when my generation get's an upperhand on society.
It's gonna be the most strange thing because all the people I've ever met think alot like this and the world will have to change alot
Or atleast we all like to think that___

2014-02-12 23:36:47 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 2 +1s)Open 

There’s refusal to their tongues and collapsing to their throats
Every single word coming as monosyllabic mutters and croaks
Draw out my thoughts, draw out the smiles on faces shattered
From happy families to bits and pieces of gray matter
Splashed against the wall
It needed a fresh coat of paint anyways

There isn’t a heartbeat in her veins
To the twisted rope of our names
Hanging 8 feet high and 6 feet deep
We’ve built a lonely family haven’t we?
Grafted our flesh to our seeds
What we bleed scent to becoming
And the bastard thought he had to show us his dick?
And why do I feel like the only one not postulating these pics?
Anagraming my name with my sexual encounters
So I have no pride in our social circle’s incest?
I apologize for the push away from staying the night
Though I started the shenanigans

There’s refusal to their tongues and collapsing to their throats
Every single word coming as monosyllabic mutters and croaks
Draw out my thoughts, draw out the smiles on faces shattered
From happy families to bits and pieces of gray matter
Splashed against the wall
It needed a fresh coat of paint anyways

There isn’t a heartbeat in her veins
To the twisted rope of our names
Hanging 8 feet high and 6 feet deep
We’ve built a lonely family haven’t we?
Grafted our flesh to our seeds
What we bleed scent to becoming
And the bastard thought he had to show us his dick?
And why do I feel like the only one not postulating these pics?
Anagraming my name with my sexual encounters
So I have no pride in our social circle’s incest?
I apologize for the push away from staying the night
Though I started the shenanigans___

2014-01-14 05:15:56 (1 comments, 0 reshares, 0 +1s)Open 

Careful I'm bleeding out
I wouldn't want for you to slip
I didn't think you'd give a shit
But maybe then I was mistaken

I got a B- in forgiveness
And an F in condolences
But looking at this clawed out mess
Of what was once a damsel in distress
I can't send a good word from a friend
The weather isn't fair and I'm scared we're far to shaken
But it's fine because you were the resplendence
And we are just the backwash in your throat
Just the backthoughts 
Never to bend towards us but always crack away no matter the pain
Because happiness is to damn easy

I can feel the blood from my wrists
Leaking out like it always is
Happiness is so fucking easy
Can we break down to the madness?
Can we learn to love this insanity?
Numbness is reckless behaivor
And kisses are... more »

Careful I'm bleeding out
I wouldn't want for you to slip
I didn't think you'd give a shit
But maybe then I was mistaken

I got a B- in forgiveness
And an F in condolences
But looking at this clawed out mess
Of what was once a damsel in distress
I can't send a good word from a friend
The weather isn't fair and I'm scared we're far to shaken
But it's fine because you were the resplendence
And we are just the backwash in your throat
Just the backthoughts 
Never to bend towards us but always crack away no matter the pain
Because happiness is to damn easy

I can feel the blood from my wrists
Leaking out like it always is
Happiness is so fucking easy
Can we break down to the madness?
Can we learn to love this insanity?
Numbness is reckless behaivor
And kisses are reckless endangerment

But look at you bleeding out
Ripped out from your cunt to your mouth
You live to be seen and we know everything
And you 

I said I'd never take one for the team
But I'd take it all into my seams
Ripping, splattering, lovingly
Just this constant pretending
Moonshine
Like I said "I'd never cry a whole day of my life"
And like that, I felt nothing___

2014-01-12 01:45:37 (1 comments, 0 reshares, 2 +1s)Open 

Can I cough up my teeth
Trade them for gold coins?
Can I break these thinks?
I'm craving security
In my creativity
But I never came from that lifestyle
Nor am I built for wonderment
There's not a oscillation in my body
That falls to the others in harmonics


----------------------------------------------------_
I've been writing  alot of bits and pieces lately
Just thought I'd share because I haven't in awhile.

Can I cough up my teeth
Trade them for gold coins?
Can I break these thinks?
I'm craving security
In my creativity
But I never came from that lifestyle
Nor am I built for wonderment
There's not a oscillation in my body
That falls to the others in harmonics


----------------------------------------------------_
I've been writing  alot of bits and pieces lately
Just thought I'd share because I haven't in awhile.___

2014-01-11 22:55:45 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 0 +1s)Open 

Maybe we're spitting diamonds but our mouths are too bloody to feel them
And maybe each kiss can compress the coal in our hearts
Maybe we're just slowly becoming shining examples of each other
As we're warming up just under our mantles
Tectonicing to something better than what we've been
Awaiting an earthquake to shake us into a single continent
Or maybe we're not the same planet
And our separate stars will never make contact

Maybe we're spitting diamonds but our mouths are too bloody to feel them
And maybe each kiss can compress the coal in our hearts
Maybe we're just slowly becoming shining examples of each other
As we're warming up just under our mantles
Tectonicing to something better than what we've been
Awaiting an earthquake to shake us into a single continent
Or maybe we're not the same planet
And our separate stars will never make contact___

2014-01-03 01:09:10 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 1 +1s)Open 

I can drink through a bottle of memories
Like I can drink a bottle of whiskey
And in both, towards the bottom the details get blurry
It's not that I don't have anything to say
It's that there's not enough room on the page

I can drink through a bottle of memories
Like I can drink a bottle of whiskey
And in both, towards the bottom the details get blurry
It's not that I don't have anything to say
It's that there's not enough room on the page___

2013-12-24 04:25:05 (4 comments, 0 reshares, 2 +1s)Open 

Too old to be the next best thing
But too young to break the genre
The pains I live with

Too old to be the next best thing
But too young to break the genre
The pains I live with___

2013-12-18 15:28:22 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 0 +1s)Open 

Reading the lines of an 18 year old "poet"
To see he was as clueless as I feel unkept
And that means everything to my present situation
Lost in the diary of a writer's block
Reading about words' suffocation
It's beautiful to realize I've always been struggling for ink
Let's bleed the honesty of knowing that this wall is nothing

Can I fall in love with the knowledge that I'm just adequate
And my subconscious forgets how to be cognoscente
And I've always been just barely able to process
But there's no reason to focus on that stupid kid
In retrospect his good was what my bad is
Knowledge this: Another two years and this will be shit
Because thoughts are static and static refuses stasis

-------------------------------
I found a bunch of my poetry from 2011
And I have been... more »

Reading the lines of an 18 year old "poet"
To see he was as clueless as I feel unkept
And that means everything to my present situation
Lost in the diary of a writer's block
Reading about words' suffocation
It's beautiful to realize I've always been struggling for ink
Let's bleed the honesty of knowing that this wall is nothing

Can I fall in love with the knowledge that I'm just adequate
And my subconscious forgets how to be cognoscente
And I've always been just barely able to process
But there's no reason to focus on that stupid kid
In retrospect his good was what my bad is
Knowledge this: Another two years and this will be shit
Because thoughts are static and static refuses stasis

-------------------------------
I found a bunch of my poetry from 2011
And I have been focusing on how good I was at writing back then
But reading those poems now I realize I was awful
Or really, I've gotten so much better
I'm not pumping out 3-4 poems a day anymore
But quality has increased atleast ten-fold.
And then I realized
I've always had 1 good year then 1 bad year #repeat
THis has been a bad year
So this next year should be exciting as fuck
Given all the experiences I have to work off of :D___

2013-12-16 15:50:03 (3 comments, 0 reshares, 2 +1s)Open 

The thinker of tender thoughts
Thought that nothing would change
Not here, in this chaos space
Not in chronolog

The carrier of forgotten love
Bashed the tellenst check
Refuse to allude the wreck
To live in rebuff

The dreamer of unknown pain
Living a vicarious life innery
In another's bedgrave misery
Lie in our shame
#playing  

The thinker of tender thoughts
Thought that nothing would change
Not here, in this chaos space
Not in chronolog

The carrier of forgotten love
Bashed the tellenst check
Refuse to allude the wreck
To live in rebuff

The dreamer of unknown pain
Living a vicarious life innery
In another's bedgrave misery
Lie in our shame
#playing  ___

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2013-12-07 06:16:39 (6 comments, 0 reshares, 5 +1s)Open 

This is totally my motto
X-post from /r/adviceanimals

This is totally my motto
X-post from /r/adviceanimals___

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2013-12-07 04:36:21 (1 comments, 0 reshares, 1 +1s)Open 

I'm relearning how to write
I guess I was so rusty I sorta forgot what it's like to work for words
But expect some new stuff over the next couple of months
Some new decentish stuff
It's like a bicycle
If the tires were flat
But I got this

I'm relearning how to write
I guess I was so rusty I sorta forgot what it's like to work for words
But expect some new stuff over the next couple of months
Some new decentish stuff
It's like a bicycle
If the tires were flat
But I got this___

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2013-12-06 14:11:22 (3 comments, 0 reshares, 0 +1s)Open 

So, I just noticed this on Google Keep...
...Odd
I guess it's a product Google will get rid of in the next few years since it's already not being maintained.

So, I just noticed this on Google Keep...
...Odd
I guess it's a product Google will get rid of in the next few years since it's already not being maintained.___

2013-12-06 13:59:12 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 0 +1s)Open 

That One Weird Dream Where The Stars And I Went Out For Drinks

Diving into heat again
Magmonic sin
I dreamed of you last night
Craving burning like sunlight
"This isn't what's to be thought"

Fall asleep to grab at nightmares
Reign in the stampede make misery
Miser your misery make creativity
These visions are a deepest rash of you
"This isn't what's to be thought"

Feel crisp, warm skin
Feel darkness blackened
I dreamed of you last night
Awakened with ash stuck to my soul
"This isn't what's to be thought"

Fall asleep to grab at nightmares
Kissing with razor blade tongues
Sip some moon shine and not care
Apathy the star light of your blood
"This isn't what's to be thought"
#poetry #dreams #stars... more »

That One Weird Dream Where The Stars And I Went Out For Drinks

Diving into heat again
Magmonic sin
I dreamed of you last night
Craving burning like sunlight
"This isn't what's to be thought"

Fall asleep to grab at nightmares
Reign in the stampede make misery
Miser your misery make creativity
These visions are a deepest rash of you
"This isn't what's to be thought"

Feel crisp, warm skin
Feel darkness blackened
I dreamed of you last night
Awakened with ash stuck to my soul
"This isn't what's to be thought"

Fall asleep to grab at nightmares
Kissing with razor blade tongues
Sip some moon shine and not care
Apathy the star light of your blood
"This isn't what's to be thought"
#poetry #dreams #stars  ___

2013-12-06 13:31:04 (1 comments, 0 reshares, 0 +1s)Open 

The City Caught Flame In It's Anaerobic Stillness As If A Breath Of Fresh Air Destroyed It

I'm looking for your resignation
In scarlet letters and lattices
Everly ily miscalculation
Bandages and callouses

Let them preach
"You are children
You are adults
You are adolescent!"

Let us scream
"We have no jury
We have no choice
We have no due process in love and limb!"

Present pretence of presentation
It was all hiding from reanimation
Recreation of reconciliation
We got this collection of busted shins
And a couple of decades of experience

Let this city burn in the coals of lost romances
#poetry  

The City Caught Flame In It's Anaerobic Stillness As If A Breath Of Fresh Air Destroyed It

I'm looking for your resignation
In scarlet letters and lattices
Everly ily miscalculation
Bandages and callouses

Let them preach
"You are children
You are adults
You are adolescent!"

Let us scream
"We have no jury
We have no choice
We have no due process in love and limb!"

Present pretence of presentation
It was all hiding from reanimation
Recreation of reconciliation
We got this collection of busted shins
And a couple of decades of experience

Let this city burn in the coals of lost romances
#poetry  ___

2013-12-03 02:06:56 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 2 +1s)Open 

Everyone is dreaming of alcoholism
Everyone is dreaming of escape
Dreamers are alcoholics
Dreamers, escape artists
Bound, handcuffed
Waterlogged and downtrod
You smell like you just came out of the rain
You smell like a beer or two
Became a fifth or three
A line or four
Became a whole broken poem
A whole ranting about ranting
For the sake of self deprecation
In blood (we'll find the sensations)
In blood (there is no registration)
Only sign here (don't sign here)
Only, mercy me misery you seem so
Happy?
No, no; that color doesn't cover your black and white
That stereophonic
Glow a bit and we'll talk
Burn up a bit; learn to walk
Ash away, brush away, chalk
Is our childhood burying or adult.
Is this why I'm coughing up dirt?
Or have I, am I, will I just be this... more »

Everyone is dreaming of alcoholism
Everyone is dreaming of escape
Dreamers are alcoholics
Dreamers, escape artists
Bound, handcuffed
Waterlogged and downtrod
You smell like you just came out of the rain
You smell like a beer or two
Became a fifth or three
A line or four
Became a whole broken poem
A whole ranting about ranting
For the sake of self deprecation
In blood (we'll find the sensations)
In blood (there is no registration)
Only sign here (don't sign here)
Only, mercy me misery you seem so
Happy?
No, no; that color doesn't cover your black and white
That stereophonic
Glow a bit and we'll talk
Burn up a bit; learn to walk
Ash away, brush away, chalk
Is our childhood burying or adult.
Is this why I'm coughing up dirt?
Or have I, am I, will I just be this sick
Forever?___

2013-12-03 01:58:54 (1 comments, 0 reshares, 2 +1s)Open 

Throwing out all my possessions
In this car filled up with confessions
Wrappers from before the world ended
The apocalypse hit me hard I guess
No Winter solstice ever divided me like this
With one side hope but here I choke
On the wrong side of loneliness
With a throat rattling with two cents never said
I suppose it's only right to gasp through them
It's only respectable to get drunk off the best
Beer bottles on the floor beg alcoholic intuition
Can't make a sentence but everything makes sense
One night stands but I can't wipe off the lipstick
In this car filled up with confessions
Might as well live in hell with this depression
Or stay in bed and never drive this car again
Or maybe drive and risk the temptation of a wreck


--------
This is the best I got right now
Haven't been... more »

Throwing out all my possessions
In this car filled up with confessions
Wrappers from before the world ended
The apocalypse hit me hard I guess
No Winter solstice ever divided me like this
With one side hope but here I choke
On the wrong side of loneliness
With a throat rattling with two cents never said
I suppose it's only right to gasp through them
It's only respectable to get drunk off the best
Beer bottles on the floor beg alcoholic intuition
Can't make a sentence but everything makes sense
One night stands but I can't wipe off the lipstick
In this car filled up with confessions
Might as well live in hell with this depression
Or stay in bed and never drive this car again
Or maybe drive and risk the temptation of a wreck


--------
This is the best I got right now
Haven't been writing alot, but am making a handful of mental changes that should lead to better wording/creativity in the long run.
Been extremely numb for a good part of year to protect me from alot of negative emotions, but I'm starting to get around to feeling comfortable with exploring the things that have happened the past year and seeing what comes from it.___

2013-11-26 00:56:42 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 3 +1s)Open 

I'm really hating the Youtube - Google+ combining
All the stupid youtube comments flooding videos I've commented on on G+ -.-
My notifications have so many Trolls I feel like G+ should be called Jotunheim.

I'm really hating the Youtube - Google+ combining
All the stupid youtube comments flooding videos I've commented on on G+ -.-
My notifications have so many Trolls I feel like G+ should be called Jotunheim.___

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2013-11-23 12:59:52 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 4 +1s)Open 

I liked Quest 64
I am one of seven people
I am a snowflake

I liked Quest 64
I am one of seven people
I am a snowflake___

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2013-11-19 20:52:54 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 2 +1s)Open 

Like all the officers I've ever met.
Maybe it's a southern thing?

Like all the officers I've ever met.
Maybe it's a southern thing?___

2013-11-16 00:33:58 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 1 +1s)Open 

A redder night
A bluer light
Beg to say, beg to differ
Apologies, edelweiss
Mountains to climb
Why must I allow the stumbling, tumbling
Ground shaking, earthquake hunger rumbling
Open this grave to greet willing, disoriented limbs
From a drunk, overstayed welcome on this planet
But dear, dear, I am afraid to leave
I know not who is when are why we will next meet
And I haven't felt this well in years
Selfishless, knowingly
(It was worth it)
~silence~

A redder night
A bluer light
Beg to say, beg to differ
Apologies, edelweiss
Mountains to climb
Why must I allow the stumbling, tumbling
Ground shaking, earthquake hunger rumbling
Open this grave to greet willing, disoriented limbs
From a drunk, overstayed welcome on this planet
But dear, dear, I am afraid to leave
I know not who is when are why we will next meet
And I haven't felt this well in years
Selfishless, knowingly
(It was worth it)
~silence~___

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2013-11-14 23:57:43 (6 comments, 0 reshares, 2 +1s)Open 

Someone has woken me from my slumber.
Random comment on somebody elses post that I commented on in May last year.

What's up with people digging up old posts so often lately?

Someone has woken me from my slumber.
Random comment on somebody elses post that I commented on in May last year.

What's up with people digging up old posts so often lately?___

2013-09-29 10:21:56 (2 comments, 0 reshares, 0 +1s)Open 

# The Next Line Isn't the title or part of the poem only a scene_action/starting point to not be read out loud but to realize the scenery of the moment.
~In the midnight of our days~
A redder night
A bluer light
Beg to say, beg to differ
Apologies, edelweiss
Mountains to climb
Why must I allow the stumbling, tumbling
Ground shaking, earthquake hunger rumbling
Open this grave to greet willing, disoriented limbs
From a drunk, overstayed welcome on this planet
But dear, dear, I am afraid to leave
I know not who is when are why we will next meet
And I haven't felt this well in years
Selfishless, knowingly
(It was worth it)
~silence~
-------------------

#loophole  

# The Next Line Isn't the title or part of the poem only a scene_action/starting point to not be read out loud but to realize the scenery of the moment.
~In the midnight of our days~
A redder night
A bluer light
Beg to say, beg to differ
Apologies, edelweiss
Mountains to climb
Why must I allow the stumbling, tumbling
Ground shaking, earthquake hunger rumbling
Open this grave to greet willing, disoriented limbs
From a drunk, overstayed welcome on this planet
But dear, dear, I am afraid to leave
I know not who is when are why we will next meet
And I haven't felt this well in years
Selfishless, knowingly
(It was worth it)
~silence~
-------------------

#loophole  ___

2013-09-21 21:18:01 (2 comments, 1 reshares, 1 +1s)Open 

The cutthroat collapse of a reality
In kiss and soliloquy
Revert to adolescent moralities
In angst and heart murmurs
Crush reconciliation
A new day bleeds through the pavement
The concrete rotting away
In jitters, shatters, relapses
Love the life you leave
Through sinkholes and wonderlands
Through lullabies and hourglass sand
Carve out the trench, rainbow retch
Puke shooting stars, vomit star crossed lovers
Throw up the wishes never granted
Let them be disgustfully noticed

The cutthroat collapse of a reality
In kiss and soliloquy
Revert to adolescent moralities
In angst and heart murmurs
Crush reconciliation
A new day bleeds through the pavement
The concrete rotting away
In jitters, shatters, relapses
Love the life you leave
Through sinkholes and wonderlands
Through lullabies and hourglass sand
Carve out the trench, rainbow retch
Puke shooting stars, vomit star crossed lovers
Throw up the wishes never granted
Let them be disgustfully noticed___

2013-09-18 22:59:55 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 0 +1s)Open 

Anyone else thinks it's cute how iOS7 wants to be android?
It's adorable :3

Anyone else thinks it's cute how iOS7 wants to be android?
It's adorable :3___

2013-09-18 18:12:34 (4 comments, 0 reshares, 3 +1s)Open 

Craving Wintertime
Let's take a minute to assess the situation
Everything could fall apart at any moment
Petals waiting to plummet to scarred blistex
Bloody with warmth stealing winter kisses
Feining for pregnancy tests and chocolates
Shit's gonna blow, I just know
I got that feeling

Racket past another awkward silence
Richochet into social compliance
Frost enough to get caught in snowflakes
We're so unique, we're so fake
We're so original with our style of bloodstain shame
Sprinkled across the headboard, through the sheets
Hearts on our sleeves like we're fucking in the streets

Grab the money and run, into frozen lungs
We'll track you by the crystals of your breath
Glistened, frosted in a streetlamp afterglow
Stuck to passerbys as stray bits of snow
Spread like the... more »

Craving Wintertime
Let's take a minute to assess the situation
Everything could fall apart at any moment
Petals waiting to plummet to scarred blistex
Bloody with warmth stealing winter kisses
Feining for pregnancy tests and chocolates
Shit's gonna blow, I just know
I got that feeling

Racket past another awkward silence
Richochet into social compliance
Frost enough to get caught in snowflakes
We're so unique, we're so fake
We're so original with our style of bloodstain shame
Sprinkled across the headboard, through the sheets
Hearts on our sleeves like we're fucking in the streets

Grab the money and run, into frozen lungs
We'll track you by the crystals of your breath
Glistened, frosted in a streetlamp afterglow
Stuck to passerbys as stray bits of snow
Spread like the wind into their eyes and lips
Petals waiting to plummet to scarred blistex
Bloody with warmth stealing winter kisses
Sprinkled across the headboard, through the sheet
Hearts on our sleeves like we're fucking in the streets___

2013-09-18 18:07:51 (3 comments, 0 reshares, 3 +1s)Open 

This is my hand {or fist}
Let's pretend for an instant
Forget reality//make blemishes
Punch a few holes in the ||walls||
Cage the captor
Taste the insight only known from a F
                                                                       all
Taken from scratched out "hand quotes"
Broken typesets and tumblr posts
The kids these days can't <stray> too far
With bro_ken fingers shattering keyboards
Biting down on ~culture~ tooth and nail
Grimy with scripture and </html>
Listen, the calling, tripping, retching
This is my hand, this is a fist
My #gatewaydrug connection
Digitally ^^inspired^^ lost generation
Playing in the margins

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm really hating the hand prompts .
So I just decided to play withcharacters instead :)... more »

This is my hand {or fist}
Let's pretend for an instant
Forget reality//make blemishes
Punch a few holes in the ||walls||
Cage the captor
Taste the insight only known from a F
                                                                       all
Taken from scratched out "hand quotes"
Broken typesets and tumblr posts
The kids these days can't <stray> too far
With bro_ken fingers shattering keyboards
Biting down on ~culture~ tooth and nail
Grimy with scripture and </html>
Listen, the calling, tripping, retching
This is my hand, this is a fist
My #gatewaydrug connection
Digitally ^^inspired^^ lost generation
Playing in the margins

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm really hating the hand prompts .
So I just decided to play with characters instead :)___

2013-09-18 15:24:47 (1 comments, 0 reshares, 1 +1s)Open 

If anyone notices a reduction in +1's and comments on their posts for the next week. just remember that GTA V was released yesterday.
I had forgotten 

If anyone notices a reduction in +1's and comments on their posts for the next week. just remember that GTA V was released yesterday.
I had forgotten ___

2013-09-15 04:49:15 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 0 +1s)Open 

Walked outside and felt glad I wore long sleeves because it was chilly
Looked at the temperature... 81 degrees -.-
#Texasweather

Walked outside and felt glad I wore long sleeves because it was chilly
Looked at the temperature... 81 degrees -.-
#Texasweather___

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