It was a random like
I didn’t even think twice
Just typed it out and pressed send
To start the heart break again
It was a random like
You didn’t even think twice
That little (left hand) heart broke mine
With a random like
I’ll be ******
The internet suits you fine
But I’ll be ****** if I let this chance pass me by
Ill be ****** it seems your life is going well
And if it’s not there’s no way anyone could tell
That was a random like
You didn’t even think twice
That little heart broke mine
With a random like
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 9:01 AM UTC
Drinking again
You must be drinking again
You scream into your end of the cell phone
You’re going to die alone
I know
It’s exactly as I planned
I’m drunk and
I just finished my last cigarette
It’s time for bed
Drinking again
I’m ******* drinking again
You scream into your end of the void
I think you’re annoyed with my tone
You’re gunna die alone
You’re gunna end up alone
All alone, yes I know
That’s why I’m
Drinking again
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC
I wish my heart didn’t get juiced from the sight of you
It’s been too long since I have really seen you for that thought to be true
It’s a memory, fair enough
Memories can’t be trusted anymore than Donald Trump
Though we never discussed him
I know you’re disgusted
The same way I was when I realized that you loved him
Not Trump
but someone I despise just as much
Well that’s the past
What’s passed is past but what hurts so bad is the fact that it’s happened **** near
every
day
since
Still I see your still photo and
every
muscle
gets
tense
You’re a reflection on a mirror that contained all of my dreams
I would have let you be queen
You would probably be as happy as could be
You probably are happy as can be
But even if you aren’t there’s no way for any of us to see
That side of the camera phone
That shows you’re all alone
Or how it took you seven tries to get an angle you can show
To all of your friends
Let’s not pretend that we will ever be friendly
I thought you were my best but a test proved you we’re no friend to me
Now I don’t believe in love
And I never believed in destiny
But if I ever fall in love then let destiny take the best of me
As for the rest of me
I know he dies when I meet her
I’m still the same old piece of ****
You left behind an evil creature
That’s how I know I never had
an angel at home
So I let you go
A little dirt on your feet is okay if you know
that your life will go on
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC
She said “I wish somebody would have told me then that we were living in the good old times”
Here’s the trick
These are the times, right now while you’re alive
These are the times
They don’t have to be old to be good
And it may have been a long time but it must be understood that even up until then
it’s not the end
The only guarantee about time is that old friends are good friends
You don’t even have to be good friends
By good I mean close, or speak often to know
How the times have changed you both
so much
I think of you often but never draw you close or touch
Or come close to the words I want to find so much
You are living in the good times now
If you choose to let nostalgia become the largest component
I’m not living in the moment
It’s standing up and not using your feet
It’s thinking these thoughts and not choosing to speak
It’s feeling this love but choosing not to believe
It’s different for everyone
Its here before me
These thoughts may seem scattered and why does he keep changing the pattern?
Life is a quilt of different times that I quit
Then started again
Getting back to your friend
Give her a call, you promised
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 11:38 PM UTC
We were young and both learning to love
You’d come over for breakfast
once a month
When things suddenly became more serious
I had grown accustomed to the taste
Of coffee and the way that you graced every morning
I had grown accustomed to the way
You would smile and kiss my face
To say good morning
Now there’s that little memory
Inside each cup of coffee that I drink
Do you ever think of me?
Because there’s this piece of us alive down deep there’s
A link back to a fire that never died
That’s enough for me
When I look back I’m happy
When I think about it I’m proud
You made me just a little bihow
Was it all the pressure put on you?
Or was it just a choice that you made?
Even if I’m glad it’s over
I saved a little love you gave me
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 8:02 PM UTC
All the pages of the calendar ran past
The fingers, arms, and face and the second counting hand
And for a second, I thought I had a real life plan
Then it turned out real life had a plan
I don't understand
Why
On the third time, these birthdays, for the first time
No head in the sand
I feel like a hundred grand saying "I am who I am"
Even without ionic, atomic, nuclear clocks ticking
I can feel I'm gaining time as the plot continues tricking
my mind and skin are thickening as I continue picking
and pricking the skin, like queen mab said
This world is a dream, sometimes its a nightmare
I'm happy, it seems, having something to share
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 11:11 AM UTC
We were two objects of no value flowing down a river.
We bumped into each other and the experience was jarring but unlike anything either of us could explain in words that fit on the two dimensional space in our minds.
That was okay, I didn't need to say anything and neither did you.
So that's how it was.
Two objects of no value that clung to each other and flow down a river and for a long while it seemed we would never need to find the words to explain how we felt.
Then that storm came and the waters of the tributary flooded the land between rivers and we were washed around with all the debris.
Before I could come to an understanding of these events the river had become unfamiliar and large and wild and I was afraid.
I turned to you to say something but couldn't think of the words.
As I struggled in the waves and searched for the words I noticed we had been separated just a moment before and you were clinging to a branch that had floated too close.
As the river flowed ever forward we grew further and further apart.
As I looked around in my panic the river seemed to never end in any direction.
I thought we may float so far apart that I would never see you again.
I had been looking silently in the direction you floated for so long that, were I too unfix my gaze I would become hopelessly lost.
You, or the dot you had become, were my horizon. all I could see.
Too scared to look away from the comfort of your memory, I gave up.
Motionless, I was on shore. I had been for some time.
I stood up, because it was only then I realized I had feet, which is something of value, and it was as if a third dimension unfolded before me.
I walked out of a river, lost and alone and in awe of this wonderful world which had just been uncovered. Free.
I sometimes think about those days when I was subject to the current of a river and how you made it bearable. Now that I am out of the water and with two feet, stand confidently on land, I wonder,
would I have felt the same about you if we bumped into each other here.
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 6:01 PM UTC
At midnight I was mid breath in a new day
It felt like more than a year of stay and wait
I called a stalemate with this time in my life
and here was a day to celebrate?
So I exhaled in a new year
It became clear it was only new for me
with the news that's on T.V.
There must be a reason that I just can't see
Something to steer me and drive me along
It materialized there while they all sang the song
I am alive and that is enough
My family is here and I am well loved
It came in the form of a pair of beige sandals
I breathed in and blew out the candles
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 10:24 PM UTC
Dreamin'
Always dreamin'
Always up while others sleepin'
Puzzle my eyes can't read the writin' on the wall
or the sun that set this mornin'
I said diets fuckin' bore me
She said fine just go get high and eat what you want
She reigns constant like reality
I'm washed backed in an endless sea
of champagne splashin' but it never ever hits the ground
This self induced imagination
Helps delay procrastination
if I don't get the guts up
we'll never even speak at all
Tryin'
Always tryin'
Though some days it feels like dyin'
to see you smilin'
pulling a cig back from your mouth
I'm just so in love with you
Well at least the love is true
I made it up
thats just my luck
Well, what can you do?
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 1:03 PM UTC
In front of me I see a table
A table full of vices
A table which remembers the nights before
Covered in evidence of vices
Coca cola and Pepsi labels stare each other down
A beer cap and cigarette ash and packs crumpled down
An empty water bottle
A cellphone and a lighter
Littered with change is the table
Covered in nickels and quarters
George Washington's looking forward onto Golden Arches
Around the table the chairs are still pushed out from the people who brought him them
Left now but ghosts haunt the places they have emptied
They beg for anyone to notice the hell they are in
They scream look at what I have left you as a message
Look at my vices!
The sections are mapped out on the top of this table
Each vice has a person and each one a label
And the labels they leave are the proof there's a problem
They turn to these vices and hope they will solve them
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC