I AM SO PROUD OF YOU
Six words, fifteen letters
they mean so much to someone who never hears them
I AM SO PROUD OF YOU
Words that might not be true
But for once I don't care if it's a lie or not
I AM SO PROUD OF YOU
Words that I don't even remember the last time I heard
Just reading the six words on my phone made me tear up
I AM SO PROUD OF YOU
Words that I don't give a fuck about how true they really are
It doesn't matter because they still came from you, the strongest person I know
I AM SO PROUD OF YOU
Words that I would never be able to say to myself
So thank you so much for telling me
I AM SO PROUD OF YOU TOO
My beautiful redhead
Thank you for always being so brave I'll always love you no matter what
Time at my Hands
They say time is uncontrolable.
I'd have to disagree.
For of that burden,
I am free.
As i count the seconds
they begin to slow,
and at my command
I can make a second grow
But if my time is unwanted,
I make the seconds fast.
I just shut my mind,
so that time may pass.
Darling, I am not here to write about your eyes and the stars in them. I tried to count too many times and I got too lost in the dreams imbedded in your corneas. I'm not here to talk about how the sun only rises because you give it a reason to, because it still sets every evening so it doesn't have to hear your steady breathing while you sleep. I'm here to tell you about how you have words that cut me like a saw cuts bone and how my ribs are held together with cheap twine and my spine is duct taped together. Here to say that you make my heart race at a pace that my body cannot keep up with. I didn't come to tell you that the tides are kissing the shore every time you laugh, because that's not what your laugh is like. No, if the rusting of iron made a sound, it would be your laugh. There are no flowers woven in your hair - instead, there are hornets and their nests lay settled in your throat and your intention is to sting me every time you open your mouth to say something that isn't my name. This isn't about poetry I've read about the moon and the sun and the cosmic loneliness of every star despite the presence trillions of them in the same sky. This is about how some stars find your presence so alluring that they begin to tumble from the sky and this is what we wish upon. This is about bruised lips mumbling words carved into coffee tables and bloody fingers tracing the rim of your favorite coffee cup. This isn't about love. This is about you.
Your voice just fucking kills me,
Just the way you speak.
In the corner of a room or at the end of a corridor,
Wherever it gets me,
I don't care that it's not directed at me,
It's not my fault
that it decides to trap me like that.
It has that little laugh in it,
It's sort of mocking
but sort of affectionate.
It gives me a secret feeling in my chest
whenever I hear you talking to people.
I suppose I call it 'secret'
because no one can know.
I remember when you used to talk to me.
Talk to me
and talk to me,
Almost every day.
and make jokes about me.
And laugh at all the things I didn't know.
You probably don't know
that you're still doing it now,
With every single word you say.
And that on those rare occasions
when we find ourselves thrown together
and somehow speaking again,
I have to keep thinking about my mouth,
Because I know that if I don't
it's going to start smiling on it's own.
You would probably laugh if you read this.
Talk to me.
I was riding high until some thoughts passed by.
Saw a few pictures and memories flooded the very limited space in my head
Levees feel like they're about to break through tear ducts, yet still afraid to cry.
Very sensitive connections kept us together.
You couldn't speak English, but still spoke through your action
Came by my side during storms that I could not weather.
Sometimes I took your companionship for granted
Often not investing thought in the moment.
Stood by me, even when life.. I couldn't stand it
Anytime I was home, you made me conscious of your calls
Whenever I was in my own bed you made sure to join me
It's as if now, without you, I'm getting withdrawls.
The week I house sat for my mom, will remain with me always
Laying on the floor depressed, not only because you were dying
Still get choked up, knowing we showed each other love, before your next phase
Weeks later after I moved, I woke up in Nevada thinking "where'd Austin go?"
I swear I felt you, and thought you were there, even though it may've not made sense
Know you're still in my heart, and were always so blissfully pleasant to hold.
You were the one cat I knew that would actually just into my arms from the floor, on command.
You held on, never scared as if you didn't wanna let go
Literally wrapped your paws around my neck in a hug-like embrace, or should i say - little hands.
I miss you buddy, and the feelings haven't changed.
Some may think caring this much about an animal is strange.
Truth is we're all animals, and I'll see you at the next stage <3
twisted post from craigslist
Northern Michigan has got some pretty twisted people but call themselves decent, God faring Christians. Copy pasting two typical posts on rants & raves forum exchanged between two typical Northern Michiganders. Not like them but think they are weirdos and get a good old belly laugh at the ignorance in the good old deep south errrr, I mean northern michigan. We got spared today from reading that Obama was chief nappy head but did get to read his racist post faking being American Indian.
From northern michigan craigslist poster #1
RE; Curious in Fairview (TC)
You sure were quick to figure out what "passes for" debate on this place.
Here's what I do....first, I don't give a hoot what any of them say or do to my posts.
The name calling, and personal bashing are simply humorous to me. Truthfully though, I sometimes egg them on....It simply helps prove that the common IQ level
is somewhat ( ???? ) LOW!
Secondly---"Chief Itchybutt" is the ONLY one worth reading---he tells some
pretty incredible stories....he should probably write a book in my opinion.
As for all the rest of the spew---let it roll off your back like water on a wet
duck...just read it and be glad your not one of "them"...
YBBB--the one, the only!
Craigslist poster #2 with pic of Obama with huge photoshopped lips.
Special for Bob, a deer hunting story (in my woods)
Ugg! How! Chief IIttccheebutt of the Neverwiippee Tribe here to tell all what I see in woods hunting for deer, Ugg! Me go out with boomstick early in morning when turkeys are on roost to sit by deer trail to kill a buck.Very windy out, see no deer, me not even see a tree rat with fuzzy tail. Me wait and wait and wait, still no deer. It get dark now so me go in and try next day. Next day come, same thing,no deer, me think I pick a different spot tomorrow. Tommorrow come and I sit by the edge of a big field with sand holes and short grass with flags in little holes, it very quiet and me hear leaves crunching, me crouch down and get gun ready. Noise get closer and closer then it stop so I look out from behind tree and put gun down and pick up I-phone and snap pic of most stupid looking buck me ever see... then me start big belly laugh, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Faking religion in America
Confused now and need to sit and think about what I think about religion.
Reading something posted by a dude writing about being a good religious
person then turns around and says amen to trash talking somebody.
Can you say hypocrite or is that the way of religious in America?
I've got a few Christmas traditions and they cost me more than I can afford.
I'm paying off credit cards long after Jolly old St. Nick's season is over.
I accept that I over spend and admit to not being frugal with my money.
I accept others who do the same at Christmas when man expects you to
spend on credit to save face so you don't look like a no gifting jerk to all.
What I can't accept are Americans faking being religious and lying.
How can you call yourself a Christian when you get angry over stupid shit?
How can you goto church on Sunday but hate your neighbor?
Kings James version of the bible lists the seven deadly sins of mankind.
I know religious people who commit sins of pride, covetousness, lust, anger,
gluttony, envy, sloth and know many more who have broken commandments.
I'm not religious and don't know how I can be with abundance of fake in religion.
We got fake religious people posting poetry about being Christians but
they turn around and say mean ass shit in poems about other poets.
Can you say hypocrite? Religious people writing poems hurting feelings?
What is fake and what is real when it comes to religion? Watching all the messed
up things religious people do in America has me confused and hating fake
religious claiming to believe in God.
Who's to say
what anything means
we're all just jellybeans
in a big jar of glass
green ones like grass
nothing to see
in the mirror of the past
Innocence cant never last.
In the presence of hate it's a fucked up web we spin when the only victim stands myself.
Come on it isn't so bad the repulsive stain never can we erase.
We are flawed and I just a scar left to bleed do we not understand now after I tell all?
Goodbye sweetheart hello institution at thirteen .
The reality would not be pleasant may I interest you in some lies to soften the truth?
What did I do?
A mother questions and fails to see.
We blind are selves to the answers keep it locked away.
Busted knuckles and a failed suicide attempt.
Were we not the victims of age cast in cells of misunderstanding my dear child
please never do as me.
The booze masked it well but your image only further inspired my hate.
Give it all till they see the truths.
Paper cuts are pleasant to the shit I've endured.
It haunts me a relict of a distant nightmare will I ever cease to wake.
I wish only I could say what haunts me .
But you only sent me away.
The past is a real cancer.
So erase it before it destroys you as me.
Atop a golden canopy,
under a flaming sunset,
within a coverlet of fog,
my crazy ex-girlfriend sits
to protect a tree from turning to a log
or pressure-treated two by fours.
They lived in a commune
in the desert because it’s safe
from all societal dangers and risks
are far less frightening than conspiracies…
theoretical or otherwise.
Revolution is far off
and you might as well adjust
to humble self-righteousness
and all that they say you must
do to save the people
who don’t know they need help.