We're talkin and talkin and talkin
I'm confused as fuck, you know
The world's spinnin cicley jerkly and
I just want it to stop, look up a skirt
or at least I wanted to maybe not
I don't know I'm kind of hot
not for guys or dudes but mainly boobs
I'm a hilly kind of man I like her
with a tan. Maybe pierced and clean
She could be missing her splein
I don't mind all the time as long
asthe vag is fine. She can't be
fast I got brakes usually involving
a tough date or maybe something
more slow, hopefully a kiss or
a blow, but my little girl she's
turnin 2 and I don't want you
tryin' to look her through in the
baske take slow thats
It's good to know you
Still love. We went
Through a tough time and I
thought things would never
be the same. But two short
years later our friendship is
back on track. It sucks
I might be going to college in
6 months, right when we are
getting close again, but
I still hope I go to
massArt, and i hope
everyone is thinking
positively for
me I
need it.
The currents in the sea of
clouds are so different
some long think
waves
others short and
fast
They carry
the
message
of mother
earth
Her eyes
are pink
and
loving
pretty lady sits behind me
but she won't stop kicking my seat.
23 and she can't grow up. Still
drunk until noon. Scared to
comit and accept something
bigger. I hope her looks carry
her far. Things could get
hard. They are for others
There's a constant cycle of reincarnation.
Each instant is a combination of feelings.
So a millisecond of
happiness is a lifetime of
gratitude. This is true for all
measures of time down to the
most minute fracial which as
that point it's a instant
of indifferatiable time. The longer
a feeling or timeless feeling.
An alternate feeling does
not excist. That which happens
is true and will always
excist in the period before.
But it will never
excist again. The hope
of a better feeling of instance
of excistment is the persuit of
everlasting truth.
My Reality; Insanity
I look at my reflection in the mirror,
That goddamn crooked broken mirror,
All I can think;
How did it ever come to this?
My face was a mess,
Unshaven and rough,
My right eye was swollen,
My cheek was cut.
I wear an old t shirt,
The white's fading away.
Small holes are showing,
With rusty blood stains.
Atop that is my old flannel shirt,
Unbuttoned and loose,
Hung with dismal look;
Such an uncaring way.
Topping it off is my green army coat.
Rag-tag and heavy,
With its intimidating look.
The surroundings are shoddy,
The walls make it clear,
Cracked and cluttered,
From years of abuse.
Crimson drops sw
This feeling this feeling I wish I could say,
I wish I could say what I so desperately need to say.
The words that are needed for me to be me,
Myself;
A person who longs to be free.
But I'm stuck standing still with a mouth full of glue,
Chewing the bit that I now belong to.
Meanwhile these words wreak havoc within,
Racing a mind that's stretching to thin.
The thoughts won't stop coming,
Slipping through time,
Flailing while falling,
Screaming in rhyme.
For every idea that I never say,
Countless thoughts turning ashen gray,
With feelings condemned behind tight lips,
Emotion never sways;
A heart of gristle that has become too
Oh man, you should have seen my sparring tonight! I pulled off a beautiful double kick (a front snap into round house with the other leg) took my opponent completely off guard. After you practice for so long and you nail a perfect technique - perfect strength - perfect form, kick its so rewarding. Thats pretty much all I do now, train and train and train. You wont recognize me next time you see me!
I'm gonna break the news to crit sometime soon, if she's ever working when I go there. Also I sort of bammed into chase, but he didn't recognize the new balder me.