Sunday, July 22, 2012

murky water (nonsense @ 4 AM)

confusing strays and your fucked up ways
these are the days of mongoose tail chasing and light house light watching
hours of nothing
pure empty
like how i feel on quiet saturdays
modest tuesdays
two nights in a mausoleum
lost in hallways, complaints of silence
we only heard loose rumors of dust
we are lungs of no substance
pure empty
hours of nothing with
road way trails and upside down flying water
clouds will always be on the list
distilled air and stale water
we can share this sheet
happy and worthless
worthless but happy
skinny to the point of transparency but you were bliss,
full of artificial materials you
melted kindly in attempts to warm those who needed warmth
because that's who you are
you covered the globe with a struggle
finally managing to stretch gallantly
absorbing the seas reminding them they were once one body
you are good intentions and cheap fabric
scratchy but competent
searching for the first sign of even remote acceptance
hugging tightly to your prize
to your meaning and your limbs
waiting for the breakthrough
waiting for the answer
impatiently waiting for the ambiguous IT
finally joined by the absence of all existence
pure empty

Saturday, July 21, 2012

wait so

now what?

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Things I find somewhat peculiar

Mother's intuition
Correct guesses
Nonverbal communication
Progressive Technology
How the lint gets to the dryer's filter (in relation to laundry)


Everything dies
Best friends
Even your local store clerk.

Life is so fucking short and there is nothing you can do about it. I think a lot of us live like we're going to be here forever. But you might die tomorrow. Shit we all might die tomorrow. I guess my point is you never know... Well actually I'm not sure if I have a point but this topic has been on my mind a lot lately... Being 16 is a fantasy
I don't really know anymore...........................................

how far is too far?
where's the line and how do I know when I've crossed it?
or is this truly ok

Monday, July 16, 2012

All means all

All dogs move on.
They love you to death when you're here, but when you're gone they move on. They move on maybe a little too fast, cold.
Your absence may confuse them for a day or perhaps only a few hours, but that's the extent of their mourning period. Regardless of how much time you've spent together. Regardless of how much you thought and swore it was real. Fuck, you might have thought it was infinite.

It wasn't shit.

Deuce deuce

Sunday, July 15, 2012

My weekend

Quince on Saturday with the Nino family was fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Good company... Extremely welcoming company. Marco and I went HAM.. We deserve an award or something. Sunday (today) was unreal!!! Matisyahu an the OC with Jess was shiiiiick. Matisyahu is super hot by the way for anyone who didn't know...

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Nonsense at 530

Do you want to fly with me?
We can go to heights they thought they knew while we look down at the people we used to laugh with, the kids we used to know, the rats who fucked us over, the bitches who broke your heart, the clowns who were always too cool for us, and especially the mother fuckers who thought they were superior... Who's looking down on who now?

Deuce deuce

5:12 am

Come let me rest in your boat
Let me hide in your eyelids while you dream of the things you want to forget.
Wash me out when you're sad,
I've only heard soft whispers of emotion.
I'm looking for a place of rest
Let me stand on your peak.
I'll sleep tall with courage there and make friends with your friends
Invite me to your moon.
I'll help you move in a certain degree,
A sequence that's somewhere between you somewhere within me
Fuck this stress just fuck this all together... I can't wait till august

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

The rotating fan analogy

When a rotating fan hits you it feels good. It feels refreshing, but it's never quite enough. One minute you're about to move away because you need something more reliable that's focused only on you but then it hits you again... The air hits you and you smile. You smile, but right before you reach the peak of your satisfaction it turns away and starts blowing someone else.... You know this and yet you don't move. Why?

Monday, July 9, 2012

Right now sucks

Can't sleep
Moderate heat
Controlled defeat
Cracked concrete

Can't sleep
Shady cheat
Who goes for cheap
And has smelly feet
Suck a nut
It's Monday

You suck

I want to throw you off a cliff and then help you back up again poison ivy stuck up and all around my skin walked through you mild exposure caused a reaction reminding us it's all about chemistry

Friday, July 6, 2012

all of these don't mix

second guessing
question asking
bad gut feelings
over analyzing
occasional bursts of indifference 
brief moments of clarity
and repeat

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Kevin messed me up on temple runner BUTT HURT PINCHE POST

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

you are poop

you are flowers.
sitting gently, quietly, and small-like maybe a little bit too feminine for your own good.
you are rusty gold.
rusty gold like stories once told but forgotten; overdone like your grandma's make up.
you are sleepy wood.
fuck the word wise.
wise for your days; only lightly aged
you always come through like the sun's rays
Marco's tongue tied sleepy and discouraged,
slow too like dial up internet on a mountain somewhere in Timbuktu.
Trying to create.
Silent and nervous waiting for the words to come shaking as if it was your first date.
Words won't come to mind
sitting as if it were supposed to be refreshed
like a past memory possibly rewind

i always write about the beach

washed up and crusty
burning, melting with the sand
we made the glass that we cut our feet on
silent in sweet pain
we started to fall asleep in each others palms
absorbing each others energy
i was confused
One tree does not amount to a forest, but three trees can easily feel like a family.

Monday, July 2, 2012

it will always be just this

and it's all okay
one day you might come to the realization that shit happens and you don't always have to front
people forget
and for those who remember 90% of them dont give fuck about you or your bum crew for longer than a minute
get over yourself
and get over this game of who's better than who.......
grow up already!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i mean really... why must you insist on getting everyone's approval?!!??!
you just want to be well liked
you are well liked
so now what??
you have to find a way to reinforce your insecurities?
i don't get it
you have too much potential to be doing this to yourself

Sunday, July 1, 2012

I don't miss you and I don't think about you. I can honestly say I am indifferent regarding your complete absence from my life. We haven't been friends for a long time, so why should we change that now? We aren't fooling anyone. You aren't fooling anyone.

Nonsense part 3 to be continued

Front yard stray-cats and social dogmas
If we are our friends why do I allow myself to be seen with you?
Too fucking scared to rep that crew
Underaged fools with half thought out agendas

Nonsense before a shower

Are you happy?
You have confused me.
Silent with your insults
You move me
Backward allies
slapped up failed rallies
You leave me broken battered stained
Don't console me
These sounds are all familiar
The lack of integrity in your words
This is all familiar
I hope you're happy.

nonsense at 4:31 am

indecisive traveler
you fucked over your neighbors
you don't know their names and you move carelessly
two steps on their grass
flattened brown blades reminding you of your lazy demeanor
you can't do shit
and you only care about yourself
idle driver
cruise control bitch 
you tell people to get a life 
while you're sitting around on your fat ass 
twiddling your thumbs in a counterclockwise pattern
exercising your capability of creating effective insults
saying words like preposterous to help yourself feel satisfied with your shit life
and your shit education
there will be a day
you just haven't provided your inferior brain enough time to process the realization that in fact it is you who needs to get a fucking life