February 2012
3 posts
A yearning to be rid of these festering wounds Bandage me, and abduct me from the womb Where I was sheltered, nourished, and safe Born into this world to flourish into disgrace What is it that pains us all inside? What makes us want to die, to come alive, and to try? My values under assault by questions derived From an unquenched thirst for knowledge and life
I’m a rogue state, vying for liberty I am a faceless name, in a crowded sea These politicians do not appeal to me For all I see, are pigs looking to feed
They care not for morality nor for equality They fear socialism but praise greed
This bankrupt system of values hangs around our necks A noose that grips with made progress
Are we doomed to be victims of others follies Or will revolution...
Hiding in Plain Sight
Where all of time folds in upon itself, that is where you will find me Amidst the conflagration of impossibility There is doubt, anxiety, and little to no tranquillity Where every dark ambition comes to light Where all our fears manifest in plain sight
January 2012
4 posts
The sky is not a shade of blue It’s crimson expanse is my passion and within it’s emptiness I will crash in Look past sin, and find it What are we all searching for I’m losing hold of something I can’t quite grasp
If I could I would write you a song everyday in order to acquire funds to pay for everything that you desire but my words are worthless and next to meaningless in your ears, in everyone’s ears And maybe in a few years, I can buy you a diamond ring I hope I have the money and the courage to bring I would buy you the whole world, if I could but sadly I can’t for I am but a pauper...
Sing
I’m beginning to contemplate; Is it I who is feeling cold, or is it you stealing my warmth? For this cold January air pierces me Seeps into my pores and soul but when I walk alone, I feel stoic The air meets cold steel and falters As my aura turns from warm love to armor Remorseless and unfeeling I become something that I am not but someone who emerges from a shell of a man that has begun...
Danielle
Happy birthday love, it’s once again your day To make merry and throw the past year away I hope you find that our times spent together Were as they were to me, worth more than time itself For what else holds more value than what we share? We have found each other in Love’s tendrils, ensnared In this entanglement our growth was fostered Now we are as volumes of beloved tales upon a...
December 2011
3 posts
For a few moments you feel briefly infinite Untouchable, we were immortal yet so vulnerable and all that felt tangible was my love for her As if nothing else mattered except that we stayed together forever Time is just a continuum and you and I are particles to be swept away I just want to know that we are forever entwined If I ever get lost, I want to be with you
I wish these photographs were portals to better times Times when I felt in line, when there was time to be spent Love, long and strong stay by me, my tether to reality Don’t let me flutter into entropy or die a part of the monotony
Why’s life’s cold grip tightening around my frail neck Stifling every word of my silent protest As if I was but a rag, to be tossed about Disregard my protest, my blood will quench the drought soak the sand, feed the flora, be of use to someone Immortalized eternally by martyrdom To live and die, to exist or to cease to be I find solace in inevitability Forge a future from what you...
October 2011
3 posts
Foolish man, walk alone
burden and liquor at your throat
Sedate yourself, to simply pass time
Abandon hope for hope is but a lie
And you drown, as you yield
to a hopeless fate you’ve been dealt
But there’s no excuse to await death’s cold grip
I find myself entwined
Captivated eternally by one so divine
She is a saint, the paint with which the world is colored
Let her permeate the canvas and seep through
Bringing me love, which I had never
known to be true
Our love is of a caliber unknown, beyond such limitations as space and time.
Our love is beyond the descriptive capability that is mine
All of mankind lay dormant save me,
For this is my burden.
To witness and catalogue the beauty of the cycle
To realize the monotony yet be powerless to help
I’ve begun to think it a curse to wake in these early morning hours
To hear the lark’s first notes assemble in composition
To witness the skies last star engulfed by a foreboding dawn
To see the sun rise is to die
September 2011
1 post
Shadows will dance
The light will flicker
Laying waste to the silhouettes
While the plot grows thicker
Shrouded in darkness
Our demons will rise
We will face them
Or succumb to our demise
June 2011
1 post
The Pawn and the King
After the game, the king and the pawns go in the same box Why toil for status and climb over others to secure a place to rot Fighting wars with metaphoric yet tangible violence to justify your cause Spilling crimson to mar a canvas where serenity once was Corrupting the very essence while siphoning the beauty The slaughter lacks objective and will birth the cruelty
The king, affluence running...
November 2010
2 posts
Cope
Why is it that melancholy tends to predominate the atmosphere Weeks of fruitless labor have become my bane and the trials grow bleaker This gloom hangs over every injustice and every cornered stare Like a noose around the neck of a proud but broken martyr To endure this is a weighty task Three years past, under the constant and rising pressure of ignorance To endure this, is it too much to ask...
Nightly downpour, viewed from dark warped glass the presence she poses is all I could ask for I’d sing her songs till my voice would give in Hold her in my arms till my bones were decrepit
Sunshine is your game, and I love to play Banish this night with the light your Smile that rival celestial displays Remedy my hypochondria
September 2010
1 post
jammin
August 2010
1 post
So I don't tumbl anymore because I feel as if my...
Tumblr is turning into the next fucking Facebook. Underclassmen sure do love spamming tumblr with pictures they didn’t take to express their individuality, ironic. What’s even more ironic is when these pretentious little girls get mad at other pretentious little girls for making tumblrs because they feel as if blogging was “their thing”. To say the least, you’re not...
July 2010
9 posts
Never have I read more true words
“Seven Blunders of the World” 1. Wealth without work 2. Pleasure without conscience 3. Knowledge without character 4. Commerce without morality 5. Science without humanity 6. Worship without sacrifice 7. Politics without principle
- Ghandi
Organized religion brings hatred through prejudice, and only explains away the unknown. We fear that our lives hold no greater purpose than to pass on our genes, so we look to blindly following religion for hope of something else beyond the limited lease we have on our physical forms. We are all just decaying pieces of organic matter, get over yourselves.
“Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.”
I haven’t been Tumbling lately. I guess it’s because I’ve been pretty level headed. With no new catastrophes to document and catalog, I thought I was lacking a muse. Ignorance lead me to neglect to notice what was right in front of me, a muse. I tend to feel hopeless quite a bit, and I forget to acknowledge the good and beauty in life. There are an infinitude of things that could...
You’re not the perfect hand, but I don’t hit on 19 I don’t need another kind of green to know I’m on the right side with you
The courage of my conviction will strengthen me.
The worst realization is when you realize how powerless you are to change or relive the past. Sadly enough, this realization always comes too late.
Via: Term Life Insurance
June 2010
16 posts
“Paradoxically though it may seem, it is none the less true that life imitates art far more than art imitates life.” - Oscar Wilde
I fucking hate cats.
I’m addicted to ice cream bars
Tourists don’t know where they’ve been; Travelers don’t know where they’re going.
We will never again be as young as we are tonight.
Hope > Faith
sigh
I’m too much, or not enough Maybe everyone else is messed up Well anyway, I can’t seem to stay in just one state of mind
Sometimes I want to scream Just loud enough to catch your attention Yell in your direction, how this feels but then everyone would hear what was meant for just your ears
So Scared of Getting Old
My dad had another heart attack today, when will things start to pick up?
Hold on, there’s a hole in my heart Everyone can see right through me It goes all the way to the waves where my love, she tried to wash it away See, we break for the summers so she can find lovers She treats them like a bottle of wine They make you dinner and they sing you to sleep but by the morning find the bottle is empty
I’ll cut the line so fast that they won’t notice my absence Stoic and inanimate as a statue, forfeiting human qualities I’ll become everything that no one ever knew I was already nothing that anyone cared about anyway
Sky blue is a lie, because the sky fades to black at night
“I used to mind, that everyone I know seems to hate themselves, but I do it as well”
You are the North Star that I follow home Beauty rivaling Cassiopeia I picture it wherever I may roam If looks could kill, call it euthanasia
A rebellious soul that I wish to tame Your beauty is matched only by your nerve Unyielding love is all I wish to gain I’m sorry, I’m much less than you deserve
I would chart the sky, but there is no need No constellation shines quite like...
The Hues Began to Fade as shades of gray consume the light Lackluster and dull, the sun falters and sets to make way for a new sentinel One that bathes the world in a bleak white The weak light falters and fails to illuminate Dark streets and corners where doubts manifest I need honesty now before I fall to this monotony My ears are choking on euphemisms My eyes are shedding tears of apathy
May 2010
2 posts
I wish I could just fall in and out of love as I pleased.
April 2010
15 posts
“Everyone says love hurts, but that is not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection...”
– -Mallory Marie
In the Throws of a Moral Quandry
Note to Self
One day I will bike across the country
Stare up into the night sky until our worlds collide.