am i supposed to be
like an old clock
that is always reading 3:16
like the scripture
john or so
that tells me something new about
nothing in particular
or
what else
let me see
an interesting lullaby
about being awake
i close the door
ive decided to forget for awhile
a month ago
now, sadly, its back to old routines

The day is new again and i wonder what have i been doing all these years. Its a build up for some sort of cresendo and i worry. Some sort of sloppy oddball pavement or maybe built to spill sort of uprising that is so wierd and twisted it kind of makes you think about nothing and how peace of mind is found from chaos, it seems to make sense. It ( Read more... )

now what? i try to compose myself as i make an escape. "whats the matter now child?" "Its simple, theres just too many of them." "Too many of who?" "oh, please excuse me, im not myself for now" "It sounds like, well, it sounds a little absurd." "yes, and no, im just thinking about something really random. feel free to disregard what i have ( Read more... )

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i stepped out with a stomach full of anxiety. Things always get distorted when you start getting preoccupied with what people's opinions of you are, people disappear in my mind for a second and worry goes with it. That shit is just plain distarcting and pointless, noone has risen above anything by worring and questioning the self. Once you stop ( Read more... )

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this soul sucking infinity
steers me clear of something definitive
this heart breaking shiver
i say it is you that delivers
as the day morphs into a distant memory
you will cry out
aching for the missing pieces

i do digital effects like adobe
lightsaber swordsmanship like obi wonkobi
stole yr lunch money from yr cubby
sadly i attempt to write rap

i cant believe that there could be more ( Read more... )

you own the most decitful eyes ( Read more... )