honestly most of the time your needy and im scared shitless when you drive
as a matter of fact i get pissy if you talk about any other guy
but give you up?
no id rather die
we both contrived an escape for a socities lies where they murder kids like the loard of the flies
cauz you know how i think three in the morning and i steadily drink
couple more hours and ill be emptying it all out in a sink cauz you know how i think
i get a felling like you dont think il be coming back to you but just think back to everytime that ive laied on the couch with you. call it paradise cauz the ocean is blue and theres no carpeting theres only warm sand in a world without screaming and door slams. wouldnt it be grand if we could go back to when we where both so beautifully tanned going to pools where we just took pictures and swam but now we take to eachother like battering rams
i know how you think i know how you think grabbing my sweatshirt i know how you think will he wake up or is he asleep i kknow how you think shitty tattoos with Indian ink iknowhowyouthink pushing eacothr till were both on the brink.
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Memento mori
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
bed of flowers
my bed of flowers is woven from wilted tulips and broken roses
tightened nooses and lovely poses right underneath our noses
scribbling notes on the pedals of ghost orchids and sweet violets
and using them to hide from deep blue irises and heart string viruses
i broke the daisies next and sliced a narcissus
im a narcissist who’s been choking on my Baby’s breath
And i might breathe
If i survive the chrysanthemums inside my poison IVs
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
2:49 freestyle
I’m not addicted anymore so now I’m free to think
walking backwards from the universe I see it shrink
trying to tell every empty soul to slow it down and get control it’s so profound stepping over open ground on tipsy toes took a shot the whiskey froze congealing blood across my waxy bones inspiring poems composed of carbon clones invented while I was all alone. Some may call it scary but this is what I call my home. We all had big plans on New Year’s Eve but that won’t make theses blue tears leave so there’s no reason to wipe your eyes on your cardigan sleeve. I’m gonna die twice I’m gonna die twice once when my heart stop beating and once when you forget about what I write
-momento mori
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Alone in the wilderness
So at the age of 51 this guy completely abandoned society,civilization and all human contact to test him self and live in the Alaskan wilderness. watch this and think how long could you survive out there he lasted 30 years
-momento mori
-momento mori
Houdini
Alright, real talk, this is harry houdini and im like distantly related to him which is amazing because i mean hes a legend and had a massive impact on society. Also he was a total badass this is comparable to being related to chuck norris. there was nothing superhuman about him every escape was through his will, denial of pain, and training beforehand. he jumped off a bridge shackled and landed face first knocking out teeth but he was still shackled and had to escape. our world has seem to lost the stiff upper lip of past generations that is championed by people like houdini and even in the poem invictus. people like houdini got us to the moon and i feel like as soon as we achieve something great like that we just accept it. yha were the shit now were going to sit on our hands instead of pushing and forging on. houdini was performing stunts well into his 50's i mean honestly we as a country, we as a generation can do better. instead of spending 40 hours on facebook and watching south park why dont people try to better them selves
-momento mori
-momento mori
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