Over in a second ( Read more... )

Waiting for the L train ( Read more... )

Whats the point. I have a job. I go to school. I wake up on time. I make my life worth living, yet in the end, I just want to be held. I want some one to tell me that I am worth something. I want some one to be happy to see me. I want some one to pine for me. I want to be something, to someone, in this sorted life. Pardon me, while I expire

hmm I am acutally going to post something relevent to my life. Today seemed a bit sorted. Almost as thouse I was lost in my own house. My life is a mixture of events ( Read more... )

Fuck your two faced ways ( Read more... )

Don't come to me with your false messiahs,
Don't come to me with your bleeding hears,
Don't come to me with your blind eyes,
Don't come to me with your battles of Freedom,
Don't come to me with your faces of conformity,
Come to me with open arms,
And wings to fly,
So that nothing can weigh you down,
Not ever I.

A .45 in my pocket ( Read more... )

Drafts of a million unwritten stories ( Read more... )

Tyranical leaders send young men to futures of undecided victory.
They make them the objects to be praised,
Sweet sweat covers the brows of men who have just learned to run.
Their mothers taught them to walk, so they may one day fall.
Can there be any mercy,
And maybe one day
There will be silence