the truth about myself |
http://youwillfindnotruthinme.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-make-l
ong-story-seem-non-existant.html
Posted by on Wed, 09 Dec 2009 13:34:00 GMT |
this may call for a proper introduction and well...you can just figure it out on your own. |
If I sat and counted the days (fuck the days) I might see that writing this would mean nothing (give me a reason). Too long of a story, one told way too often (tell something better). If a life has me...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Oct 2009 22:31:00 GMT |
most amazing tour ever (never possible) |
heavy heavy low low
fear before the march of flames
the used
dance gavin dance
H.I.M.
panic! at the disco
sky eats airplane
the chariot
i killed the prom queen
street drum corps.
so many dynamos
the d...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Sep 2008 21:21:00 GMT |
olden freestyle |
this nigga tryin to make me smoke some poison. try some shit and i'll have to let the boys in. cause i get my peace from weed, my tranquilty from broken knees, like screams from silly-putty enemies. i...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Aug 2008 04:28:00 GMT |
i’ll leave the poems to the poets (the pavement didn’t allow it) |
friend isn't the correct term...more like best acquaintence. and you already know i'm keeping my distance, oh i keeping away. 'cause the streets tell a different story. your lieing lips part and cross...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Aug 2008 04:19:00 GMT |
a poet isn’t a poet without a cunt and a lot of time |
i guess i'm ready to fall. feel the dirt on my face. can you hear it through the trees?
sweat providing life. my inner drum shakes the ground.
the plants grow around me. i kiss the earth and ask, "can...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Aug 2008 04:13:00 GMT |
the assumption (poems need not apply) |
his eyes were slits as he walked toward the window
the reflection of a thousand suns washed over him
his eyes began to tear as
his skin began to tear
then he asked the suns (sons? no)
"is this re...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Aug 2008 03:57:00 GMT |
a friend and i took a walk, and never ever came back; enlightenment and revelation (gaahbage) |
we ran towards the light, the leaves crackling beneath our feet. the light was so beautiful.
when we reached the end...we were bathed in knowledge and light. life as we knew it became a horrible memor...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Aug 2008 03:46:00 GMT |
10th babble in mothafuckin euphoria (gaahbage) |
i begin to walk on the yellow lines, they are blurry. i can see the moon crying as the poison seeps into my veins. this poison is my own. just a sad excuse for this pain, destroying any pride i h...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Aug 2008 03:34:00 GMT |
the triangular questions of life; sharps? naturals? flats?¬ |
we definately shouldn't have. i'm shaking. this is not some thing i like feeling. but i can feel again! oh, i can feel...what a wonderful thing! keep singing siren, sing! how can i laugh at you? i'm s...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Aug 2008 08:44:00 GMT |
