no more writing poems to get laid.
working to get paid.
struggling to get to that buy back price.
lost in highs.
time, try to fly.
struggling to get myself made.

for all the burst bubbles, busted lives ( Read more... )

i feel useless.
unnecessary, unimportant, disregardful,not considered, and selfish.
i know i shouldn't, and logic has already begun to set into my mind to take back the bits of soundness i throw to the wind.
i wish i had a magic touch, or enough love, or a rougher example to compare it to.

with any luck, and a hopeful heart....
God has bigger concerns than fags, homos, and queers.
so save it, because my god is more complex than our relationships and sex.

throbbed up head aches to be left alone ( Read more... )

Its harder now ( Read more... )

"somedays its copper.
somedays its gold.
it always carries weight.
depends on the eye that beholds."

blazed through the burnt up trail with ease.
got to were the sun hits the breeze.
taken away by the stray time i need.
take it as end and learn to let the wind in.
sin and spin with wild exuberance.
defeated with sand beneath my feet.
winning with the world in front.
the oceans touch.
this red rose and shipwrecked.
ready to take off.
good luck.

the bits of broken glass took the longest ( Read more... )

-Jan:spent fighting.
-Feb:spent trying.
-Mar:spent recovering.
-April:spent dying.
-May: spent worried.
-June:spent relieved.
-July:spent celebrating.
-Aug:spent thinking.
-Sept:spent wondering.
-Oct:spent realizing.
-Nov:spent being.
-Dec:spent smiling.