January 2011
Uncertainty
I think I thought I might have seen you
But then I realized that it really wasn’t
It got me depressed, but what doesn’t? these days
Even morning dew makes me tear up
It used to bring me great illusions of grandeur
Now I feel as though my death is too immature
Made up of long nights
Remembered only through the long scawls along my walls
That I left to the Native American...
Tacos and Blogs.: Clairemont Slacker Lyrics →
jakebreezey:
Sixteen years of a life well blown/ High School sucked I turned out dumb/ There’s nothing left to make the distance/ Now I live life with no resistance/
It’s too late for me/ Cops are out to get me/
The next sixteen will be well known/ You’ll all know when we come around/ Clairemont life might…
Birthday
When I was a kid
My mother would wake me up
On my birthday
My teacher would write my name on the board
And everyone would sing
Because it was my birthday
The cake was chocolate, my name was on it in frosting
Candles burning along the edge
For my birthday
I would think real hard about what I wanted sitting in front of my candles
I would wish real hard, breathe real deep and...
Why I smoke weed Vol. 1
being stoned allows me to immersed in music or my enviroment or more likely my physical self and its interactions with my memories creating my concious mind to become an observer rather than a participant
Love without s.p ce
the universe is a random assortment of human intensity where the intensity reaches critical mass there is love, when this amount is exceeded there is disaster. lines are smeared. stars are forgotten. fairy tale nightmares are written
I find myself slipping away between sheets of paper
Lost in the city inhabited by all the villains that I have made friends
John Dillinger just looks at me, laughs and ruffles my hair
He doesn’t say a word but it’s all understood
We’re criminals here, but our intentions are true
I don’t know, but everything I do I do for you
Except for this poem and these sheets of...
[N](W[I]TT)[GHT]
Turn in your papers
Throw away the flaslight
You won’t need the sun where we send you
Shoes?
- I suppose you will need shoes
If, of course, you intend to go anywhere
But going somewhere would require feet
More importantly the will to become mobile
Are you mobile?
Immobile?
Nocturnal maybe?
You can’t walk during the day?
Are you allergic to light?
Or is the fact...
That awkward moment
thatawkwardmoment:
when Bella has her period and Edward uses her tampons as tea bags.
The Twelfth Fret: Shine On Tonight →
It’s not the number of people that remember you, it’s just hoping they don’t have a reason to forget you.
“We’re really quite nice and friendly, but everyone has a beastly side to...”
I’m an arms dealer
When the war is raged
With flower lock pistols
And pomegranate hand grenades
Very rough spoken word by myself. Call me Ink
Town
Let’s go to a town where no one knows our names
We can play tag in the aisles of the independent bookstore on the corner
I’ll let you throw snowballs at me, when it snows in the winter
Once frost covers your nose I’ll be there to melt it
In the spring we can go swimming at the lake
Then we’ll kiss underneath the water, like lost fish
People will look at us strangley
...
