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Tuesday
i left the house this morning at 6:30am and turned right at the end of the road instead of left. my car and i turned into the church parking lot and pulled around back where the polling place is. there are several cars already there, several people leaving. everyone looks tired. i'm tired. i'm 23 and exhausted. my polling place is at the baptist ( Read more... ) -
here's to never letting anything go
"i always catch the clock, it's 11:11 and now you want to talk ( Read more... ) -
"tonight my ideals are a long time gone"
i'm no good with words...at least not my own.
Honesty Is Not Fucking Emo
by Tom Frampton
another night i'm coming home
without a shred of faith in anybody
excepting myself
and even there i've got my doubts
we talked all night
and forced our lives and views on everybody
but nothing seems to be moving anywhere
or have i just lost the route?
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This Is An Open Road Song
Reasons i will not go into led me to being nostalgic lately. i found a cd that i had left in my dad's car when i had borrowed it because my car was in the shop...it was my "open road song" cd...for my driving back and forth from Stockton...if i were to make a soundtrack for my life, this song would be on there. this is my parkway song, down to the ( Read more... ) -
Conor Oberst meets Holden Caulfield meets Sylvia Plath. Just like Camus and the Cure.
all eyes on the calendar
another year i claim of total indifference
to hear the days pile up
with decisions to be made
i'm sure all of them were wrong
into this song, i send myself
and with these drinks
i plan to collapse and forget
this wasted year
these wasted years
devoted friends, they disappear and
i'm sorry about the phone call
and needing you
some ( Read more... ) -
this song brought to you by a falling bomb
"and i want to scream out that it all is nonsense
all your lives one track, can't you see it's pointless?
but then, my knees give under me
my head feels weak and suddenly
it is clear to see that it is not them but me
who has lost my self-identity
as i hide behind these books I read
while scribbling my poetry
like art could save a wretch like me
with some ( Read more... ) -
however far away, i will always love you
this darkness washes over me. i'm tired. that's nothing new. i don't trust you. that's nothing new. i can't trust anyone. i speak of love and peace and i am nothing but rage. just rage...filling to the brim. so what now? sleep.
but my head aches. my heart aches. you utter words. i listen. oh how i try not to listen. keep moving. don't look back. "if ( Read more... ) -
four years
this past Saturday was the protest at the pentagon. it was amazing despite the cold weather and the storm the day before. see facebook for photos...words cannot describe it ( Read more... ) -
days longer than nights
hello?
is there anybody in there?
just nod if you can hear me.
is there anyone at home?
come on, now
i hear you're feeling down.
well i can ease your pain
get you on your feet again.
relax.
i'll need some information first.
just the basic facts.
can you show me where it hurts?
there is no pain you are receding
a distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
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strange days
i drove south on the parkway today - south of Stockton...it's been so long. as i was driving, i passed the Pleasantville exit, where i almost got hit by a cement truck...where i used to go twice a week to work at Atlantic Prevention Resources. i remember the day i called out sick. i remember why i called out sick and the irony. i drove past the ( Read more... )