i just want to dance
in tie-dyed onesies
while drinking
whiskey
on a friday night.
i just want to laugh
and cry
and feel safe
wrapped
in your arms.
i just want to eat
all the pizza
and all the pastries
like tomorrow
doesn't matter.
i just want to run
through fields
of sunshine
and sunflowers
with you.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
the day
you were born
was really just
a death sentence.
the day
i met her
was really just
the beginning
...of everything.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
http://markusaurelius.bandcamp.com/
**[ALL of the proceeds go to GiveWell, a charity... this is me begging you...
this is me begging you... to buy my album... and help my life...
mean more than an empty champagne bottle...
and a leap from a bridge...]**
you could save a life.
not mine,
but a little money
can go a long
way.
it can't go
to the past
to undo all
the horrors
of time.
but still,
it can go
a long way.
...
i cried
for twenty minutes
[*or was it hours?
or was it days?
or was it years?*]
in the bathroom
outside
of the movie theater.
and yes,
i thought about it -
jumping from a bridge.
i still think about it.
but first
i wrote music,
and then
i wrote more.
and now...
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
...and
i fell in love
again.
with the world.
with my friends.
and
with a girl
who brightens
every moment
we share together.
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 4:01 PM UTC
roses are red and violets are violet
...let us never forget that.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 8:06 PM UTC
dear brother,
there is $50 on my book shelf.
in between "the chronicles of narnia"
and "william shakespeare: the complete works."
i haven't finished reading either.
please forgive me.
and, please,
spend the money on a stranger -
i heard that will make you happier
than spending it on yourself.
love.
and more love.
mark
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
last spring,
in firenze,
i met a girl -
we'll call her julia
(because that's her name) -
this one strange night
behind a secret bakery
that's open at midnight.
i was standing
on a small street
in italy
surrounded
by drunken chaos,
the smell of pastries,
and beauty.
how will i ever
forget her?
why would i ever
even try?
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 10:57 PM UTC
teej wrote me
her prologue
to a 20-volume
suicide note.
ten days later
she was dead.
i wrote
my prologue*
to a 20-volume
suicide note.
111 days later
i'm still here.
but maybe not
forever.
they will say
i was sad;
they won't
understand.
my life
isn't sad;
the world
is sad.
they will say
i was crazy;
they won't
understand.
crying every day
isn't crazy;
the world is crazy.
and my words
are never really
quite enough.
so i am writing
my 20 volumes
without words.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC
do not read
my poems
if you will not
read me.
i jumped
from a bridge
and woke up
in the hospital.
apparently
the "DNR"
i wrote
in marker
on my chest
had washed away.
or maybe
they had washed
it away.
i left a note
and it said
"do not read"
as if
anyone
could ever
resist such
an invitation.
and all i wrote
inside was:
"what did
i tell you?"
["i love you."
that is what
i told you.]
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
i cried on my way to school today.
and i will cry again.
about teej.
about life.
about love.
about sadness.
about pain.
about the world.
i will cry again.
and i will bite down
on my index and middle fingers
and pretend they're a gun.
and the moment will pass.
and i will cry again.
and i will laugh again.
and i will feel happiness again.
and i will live again.
and i will cry again.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 6:36 PM UTC