"Who was there to be mad at? I couldn't get mad at God because I don't believe in God. And you can't get mad at some bacteria, can you?"

Thinking about death. Thinking about life. About DOING SOMETHING. Just feeling sad.

 
Will you skip a stone in your lake for me?

Now that I've crawled my way out of this skull of mine, the air today is mighty fine! And running had brought relief in so many ways. All this warm weather starts something bubbling inside. Nostalgia's getting the best of me today, but only fond thoughts. (And then a sad moment for a time when I didn't ( Read more... )

 No, let me quietly go on being 
what I perhaps still am,
so that my solitary days may bear me
toward manhood differently

I still have my first growth of beard,
my tender strength trembles
along my arms' shaft, 
barely broken out in bloom.

I don't know what I will become
nor what I was to be,
I can only replicate the earth's
deep gestures.
I have storm and ( Read more... )

when winter came you dropped your leaves

and barren was your soul to see

i thought i was an honest tree

i found i was an evergreen

when summer came and brought the breeze

he dressed you up in summer lilies

and how id wished i could be free

but he had made no garment for me

coming down

we'll catch the wind, catch the wind and i'll sing

it ( Read more... )

6:11PM - RE REORGANIZE

reorganize
less TV
more books
more buddhism - (really fell off that horse)
less booze - (how dry i am)
more biking - (its going to be warm soon and i cant wait)
more running - (tell me about it)
less carbs
more paige, rice, and jen   more time with good friends
less d00ds no dudes  
more pop punk  more heavy riffs
less procrastination ( Read more... )

to be a lover ( Read more... )

morning time, when you want to die if only for just a little while ( Read more... )

and i think to myself (like i'm always thinking) i want everything and two of some of this shit ( Read more... )

But now I had been beaten into the semblance of some kind of humility by misery and confusion and perplexity and secret, interior fear, and my ploughed soul was better ground for the reception of good seed.

I know I'm worse. I know it hurts worse for you. I know I have no right to say anything. I know you are doing it to show me. (But I know you really do care). So even if you say you want out, that it's not going to work out, I know it's all just talk. I know it'll probably go somewhere, and I'll stay the same. It just wasn't meant to be ( Read more... )