You are the scourge of my existence
Enlisted to strike with pistons
With fists up I keep my distance
As the means of my resistance
I grew up in spite of scoundrels
Surrounding me by the counsel
And order of this small universe’s
Judgement by the mouthful
Floor Wars 2010
(Source: typedance)
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Youth - Daughter
Well I’ve lost it all, I’m just a silhouette,
A lifeless face that you’ll soon forget,
My eyes are damp from the words you left,
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest
(Source: bornreadygeneration)
Nothing compares to sleeping with the person who completely has your heart. You find comfort in another warm body right next to you. Turning around and snuggling right up into them. After that it just seems a bit off, you know, sleeping alone.
I’ve only a handful of bills pocketed on my 6
With enough lighter fluid to douse a trail to leave behind
Like a ghost rider in the night down the interstate
But hell I won’t, I’ll skip stones down the road
And they’ll still fly just as high
As high as your expectations were.
As fluid as the way your body moved to fit my grip.
Leaving ripples in that river with a sliver of sparks.
I won’t lie I’m not trying to hitchhike to see some monument,
Catch some girl or climb a mountain.
I’m just trying to find my way away from home because
If I showed you what was left of it on this lane?
Well you best be sure that you’d never be able to see those dollar yellow bars locked in the center again.
I hooked fingers in the loops by your belt
Felt the sweat of your sex on your neck
Paralyzed you with a bite to the nape
Until I heard you purrrr ever so silent
I thought in you I’d find a fling.
Instead I felt swing, jazz and a romanced dance.
You shelved your eyes into my smile
As did I when you tried to rest cheeks
Labored, exhausted from a good laugh.
Crossed between a giggle, a prelude to the shrug
When I asked you why you simply sigh and say.
“Where have you been all my life?”
I’m ways from a day complacent at this moment.
However, for what I can say. I’m happy. Happy for progress.
For solidifying a lot of good old and new relationships and friendships in my life. For making some strides in my school work, my image, my music. I’ve so much to do in these next few months but I can definitely say I can now recognize my progress. As a guy who’s never been comfortable in his own skin aside from a few tricks under his sleeve that cover where he’s worn his heart. I dropped from Large to a size small, and it feels weird I’ll admit. Reflecting on myself and knowing that this body is still dying to let in a new life I can’t wait for summer, for fun times. And though I’m still getting ready for the hard times, boot camp, and the strife that comes with transitioning from acting like an adult to being an adult, I can’t deny that were I to have made the mistakes of my old self I can surely say I wouldn’t be in the lucky position that I am now. The chocolate man, the legacy, and the girl with a golden smile have filled this empty place where used to reside guilt, pain, and troubles. Though they’ll always come to haunt me, I know with people like this I’m sure to find good fortune if I keep my head up. I guess it’s time for the next phase, to break down these walls for a new room to fit bigger and better things. I hope I’ve made you proud mom.
One of the last few times we spent together. Happy Mother’s Day, I miss you more than I can scream. Rest easy mom ❤ #mothersday
Seeing Relient K with my brother tomorrow for free since I work at the venue. If you’re coming to the Emporium, find me!. Let’s be friends!
Little sister. Happy Greek Easter @katrinapoop
(Source: theharmlesssociopath)
I will never have your love.
Last I saw you, you were sitting in a boat riding the wavelength of colors that rushed into my eyes when I had awoken to see that they had formed white on the wall aside my bed and reality crumbled the dream where we’d spent another night’s worth of eternity into grains.
This time we were by the docks, my bed post’s ankles flirting with the sand, the murky brine reflecting off cobblestone mixed by masons and philosophers, Here is where our children felt the same as we with their foolish, lucky, reckless wandering.
I could kiss the plush of these covers to make amends for the hours I tried so hard to bridge the gap between these universes, but with each dream another expands the multiverse in my mind that peeks through every slumber into one another for inspiration for a greater love story that was never illustrated in the one wanted most. The one I live in now.
Your adoration, and hollow hugs are packaged in quilts under which I’ve patched pictures I can half recall in a sketchbook bedside with captions of names of our neighbors in that white picket fence friendly suburb or the cottage you always wanted. A private library, where reading is as nervously exciting as dancing on eggshells. Even if only within a dream, I still feel warm at the thought of it.
You will always have my love.
Party Nights, Club Bangers with lovely ladies, Friends & Family to love in weather perfect. I haven’t had a weekend this amazing in a while.
“So are you going to write to me this summer?”
“I don’t know, I’m sorry if that upsets you for me to say that. But I’m not sure. Do you think we’re worth it?”
“I. I think so. I’d like to think so.”
“Good. Then I’ll write to you.”
