This reminds me of Mexico.
Not actually being there,
just Mexico.
What reminds you of Mexico?
Is it the smell of frozen strawberries,
burning?
Or.
Burning, along with that red fruit?

I wish I knew what made THIS what it is.
If you were to ask me,
I would say it depends on whether or not you are burning right now.
So,
are you?
Because I am!

So some effing interesting new to share with you all. A good friend of mine that lives here in Pullman has been doing this bet for over a month now where he has to wear the same clothes until the end of the year. He's made it so far and he only has two weeks left, so I think he will make it. Anyways, the interesting part about all of this is ( Read more... )

The venom in your words, will slowly eat at me.
From behind these dark lights, it is impossible to see.

Tonight I experienced something new. I traveled across the border and saw my first old school hard/yell-core concert. Silent Drive, With Honor, Come Back Kid, and Bane. This is the order of appearance at the show. If I had to rearrange these band in order of who I thought was best, it would be as follows...(First-not the best, Last-the best) ( Read more... )

The way you look out of your whites,
is how I feel when I'm alone.
Deprived just right or held too tight
you'll know when your on your own.
All on my own.

I'm sorry if that sounds sappy, I didn't mean for it to be that way.

It is not silence I fear,
but rather every shout for attention
in that moment of silence.

So I was looking through my journal that I always take with me when I travel, and I came across something I wrote while I was sitting at Sea-Tac Airport. I didn't write down the date, but it was sometime this last winter. I was listening to some music, with my journal open, while watching the tv(it was on some news station). All I remember is ( Read more... )

How could it be so wrong to look at millions of colored spots printed on plain white paper ( Read more... )

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I would enjoy very much so,
to throw water at you.
Not from my hand,
but from a spout.
I would be the one to wake you.
With this water I throw,
into your face.
Are you awake?