Past ≠ Present
It’s not [insert my name here]. It’s the fact that your past disallows me to give you an official position. You would be great, I know you would be great. It’s not [insert my name here]. You’re looking at me like you don’t understand. I know, and its not you. I’m not sure you’re listening to what I’m saying. Repeat to me what I just said.
Does anyone else feel like usafa/Colorado springs would be a great place for a prehistoric dinosaur uprising? Anybody? ….
I like the hole in your crotch. And your flip-flops And your thick-brimmed turtle shell frames And your windbreaker. Who are you, bro?
Growing towards the times When the leaves will always leave Paths scarred and unscarred
Love and Ratchet
My hair feels like hands Even though my hair feels not I can feel your love
I try so hard
I have tried so hard for YEARS to try and help my sister out with her life. And all I’ve ever gotten was disrespect and immense display of self-righteous ignorance. What can I do when anything I do is worth nothing. I feel so useless.
A Deeply Sunken Kind of Love
You’re the table I walk round and round. In such a circle, eternally bound From people who look for what’s lost and what’s found. Your poisoned roots grow from my limbs By the fear that grows not dark, but dims And keeps me deaf to such lovely sound, By the chains that keep me tied to the ground. What this is, is that I fear The infinity which counts each tear And fills the moats of...
Avoid the first and thousandth time That we will miss each other. I would take you which way And what way and that way To the wayward ground Which is almost as underground As your understanding of running away. You ran through the woods hundreds of miles But this isn’t another mile. This isn’t you from me its we from everything else. Stop your understanding and Overstand...
Why I Prefer The Term 'Make Love'
stolenwine: i once met a girl who told me she didn’t like looking men in the eyes while fucking because she didn’t like the idea of letting someone inside of her. she told me not to use the phrase ‘make love’ because it implied that the act was something it most certainly was not, i resolved to call it the construction of affection until the day i no longer had to imagine what it...
People ask for asks because people want other people to be interested enough to take hammer to that crack in the dam holding back all the pain and suffering and happiness and joy and lust and love and wonder and awe. Such a little thing, a question, a comment, some criticism…but such is enough to change paradigms, feelings, perspectives. Wouldn’t you like to be the person to change...
Finals...yeah i know this is the billionth post...
holy shit i’m gonna fail! eh….. holy shit I don’t give a shit!
What is Tumblr Good For?
When I finish such work On my own I can’t help But feel sad After it is over, Because my touch Is envied By the one Who should have Crossed the finish line.
I was dancing on the two legged table When I first realized that I took things not touchable And risk was what I took from you. I was sitting on a porch in the daytime Swinging over the footsteps taken not so lightly When I realized that I had no where to belong I was walking down the aisle of the fold Of the note I gave you that said “I’m very sorry” When I long realized That I...
Give strong drink unto him that is ready to perish, and wine unto those that be...– The Bible; Proverbs 31:6-7 (via cadet-kelly)
The concrete in the corner Has dried up With your feet facing the window The bucket sits there And waits for the concrete to crumble And your foot to move it forcefully against the wall So tactfully placed, Dented and misshapen, Other times you tried to kick it It wouldn’t move I thought you’d know Teardrops are as dense as lead At least to the woman standing on the other side Of...
Your Chapped Lips Look So Beautiful
In my dream last night You kept on licking your lips You wouldn’t stop it And I tried to give you a gift But I didn’t I don’t know why I don’t Well, either that, or you don’t know why I can’t seem to figure that out But you did look beautiful Maybe it was your hair Or the life in your belly Maybe it was because it was tickling your insides, I don’t...
Every day of late I have seen A woman grow old in front of a gate She stirs and squirms until it’s late But doesn’t retreat this iron mate So i have watched her skin grow tired And sag to the ground on her canvas-like face. What bounds of unknowable, that face is. Today I walked up to this woman Because she was growing weary And for some reason I could feel it too And I...
I don’t know whether to be happy and excited that this week there have been four people who ran into me (not literally) who I do not ever remember meeting that knew my name, or upset that I don’t remember. Hmmm…not so sure how I feel about it. Maybe it has something to do with me being down in the gym and people are just creepin and finding out my name, Or maybe I’m...
poetictears: how is it that i can write a thousand poems describing the rhythm of your heartbeat and the skin on your lips but i can’t even bare to look into your pale blue eyes for more than six seconds and speak the three syllables that have the power to change it all
You Stole the Stars
My eyes strained to find The butterfly in the black sky. But they could not. Maybe it was because summer is coming, But I think you stole them. Because tonight, I could see them In your eyes.
So She Made Something Ugly
So what? There is no what to the context Only why And she asks that one word question Every day. Greatness stems from devotion and hard work? Bullshit. It stems from talent and self- or any other form of- righteousness. After this realization she gassed the chamber And lit a stick which burned her skin As she watched the dragonflies die. After the last fell She picked off their wings...
It’s hard to make something beautiful When you don’t feel beautiful. Because everything that you touch Is not worthy of your touch. Or is worth what your fingers hunger for? Does the bed beneath your nail Lust for compassion instead Of the oxygen that seem to soak their sheets? So in an attempt to allude We dry it up With smoke and tar.
Um. Excuse the Graphic-ness of this.
There is probably only a few things in this world that I can’t stand. But the worst by far is rudeness. It makes me absolutely livid. There is no reason to be a dick or a bitch or just plain fucking RUDE. Let’s take some time to be considerate, folks. You never know who might be plotting to stab your eyes with pencils to watch the vitreous humor stream down your cheeks. Or who...
Love in Friendship
Tree flowers bloom At our springtime’s noon After the bugs have left Their warm cocoon And the sea bears straight Though tosses with hate Like that salad we ate On the dune And life is sweet But only if and when The wings on your back Break from the shell.
All I wanted to do was sleep And I was And we were But she’d have none of it Because she is lonely And corrupt Singing the songs And reading her own authored book Of righteousness. It makes me so angry, you see How someone could be Just so….mean For reason there is But of what content is Ridiculously formulated But that’s just how its gonna be Because...
Untitled: With strangers →
zbomassacre: I don’t enjoy the baggage. Like an age old adage That doesn’t fit. A darkening, dampening turbulence that clings behind like a break in laminar flow that doesn’t let go. Lets get this road on the show! I just wanna see your face glow. Cause there’s so much to see, to do, to know. You… His words
Physics: I'm getting real tired of your shit
iamcadet: could not have been better described.
HE WROTE POETRY
That’s the first time anyone has ever written a poem about me. And it feels awesome! holy moley. Finally he speaks my language. I love it when he talks numbers or evolution or science, but it’s almost always like listening to someone speak to you in french when you have only had a couple of classes to learn the basics. But poetry….that is speaking my language! I love it! Oh gosh...
It’s not just rock and roll When the stick that you hit takes a toll And you continue to fall in a hole That less resembles the bowl You take a hit out of every damn day And It’s not that its natural Or it’s fast role Or the time that it takes you is past whole Because you’re not whole Your soul has been sold To years that take tole And have made you so fucking old So put...
Besides being one of my favorite subjects, right after i decided that i was a baby and needed to man the fuck up, I remembered that there are a couple of friends that i could ask what they were up to tonight…. andddddd fuck yeah we going out!!!!!!!
I’m lonely and my head hurts and all of my friends are going out tonight without me and i will be alone surrounded by people i don’t like and I don’t know what to do because lets be real I feel completely helpless and hopeless and I miss my friends back at home… oh wait…. …anyway. sorry for the sob story. I guess loneliness is what tumblr is for, right?