Look around and see, a lot of big topics:
Mostly media nonsense and a global no-fix.
Front Line.
Headlines.
"Natural" disasters
Buddhists
Scientists
Pastors
Government Theories.
Political conspiracy, you'll see.
We all claim to want "CHANGE"
For what?
10 Lanes, bigger planes, sky trains?
Is this the change you all are waiting for?
Hoping for?
Killing for?
Dying for.
This change has knocked us down to the floor.
It's sad but it's true
my buddy in Garfield said "Come Through,
meet me at the corner store
Angel, I need to tell you more."
He says, "The struggle is real,
the pain I feel
IT consumes us daily.
Lets all get away from this, maybe."
Even the girls in County
are all standing strong.
Saying, "What we did was wrong."
"I don't do things, I've done things."
Says one girl quietly.
21 years old,
lived her whole life in sobriety.
Tears in her eyes, twinkling
"I want change, we all do.
We see the change in you.
We hope you see it too."
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 11:50 AM UTC
7/11/13
All my numbers are aligned.
We make taco runs in the ghetto by that Elmood sign.
Silly.
Drive an hour, love for three
You wouldn't believe it
if you where there with me.
Jealousy comes in like an X on an 18.
Waste of time, energy and emotional fiend.
He never stays this way long.
11 minuites at best.
Can't wait to be somewhere.
Get some ******* rest.
New day. Woken by the happy kisses of a giant rotwieller.
Something sad in me made the love pour outta her.
She wants me here.
They both do.
I want them too.
I want something new.
Saw u today.
U told me u hated me.
Told me u all do.
What do u want me to say to you?
Blame me. Didn't even say hey to me.
Someone should blame me
since I know better than to now.
Its not about me.
I just want you to HEAR me.
But how?
I'm better off how I am now
you'll see
I wish I could tell you I love you, dad
don't yell at me, dad
I've never done anything to you, dad
Stop screaming. Don't push me.
I won't push back.
Theres That struggle again.
Somewhere between agape and justice.
Neon Cathedrials guide my way from city to street.
The home is real. Find it for me.
Create it if need be.
Macklemore says the licqor store stays open later than the churches and ****
Ain't that the truth.
Someone save me, help me, anymore I've got nothing to lose.
Staying with old friends,
Some good
Some bad
All stuggling.
Man.
That struggle is sad.
All around us.
You and I.
You find that beauty. You stay #skyhigh.
And as I sit here. Tear stained, hungry and bruised...
I feel hopeful
Not used.
I can be better.
Came out of your shadow brighter.
How much more will love endure?
It was always too dark through childhood to see too clear.
Maybe
Just maybe
We are all to blame.
Save me.
You know what else
Someone once said.
"Fathers be good to your daughters. Daughters will love like you do"
You remember that guy?
Yeah, me too.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
#CURRENTLY.
WE HANG OUT ON ROOFTOPS
PARKING LOT DECKS
ART MUSEUMS AND LIBRARYS.
THE TRACKS OUR CANVAS, THE MUSIC OUR VOICE.
KEEP AKRON BEAUTIFUL
ONE DUMPSTER CHILD AT A TIME
unwanted america.
WE ARE THE STRONGEST MILITARY THERE IS
IF ONLY WE KNEW
THAT WE ARE ALL
THE SAME.
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 4:26 PM UTC
If the "Twinflame", or what is better known as the "Soul Mate Theory" rings any truth,
then I believe I have felt this, even within my own disarray of natural human emotion and connections.
The "Love" emotion, in particular, defines the world "Soul Mate" to its truest definition, without question.
I'm a true believer that I have/had or maybe still will encounter this sort of spirit and that any lifetime spent with such a kind soul was a lifetime of riches and happiness beyond what anything mad-made could deliver.
I hope when we do find these people we let them them know and I hope they recognize this sort of bond as the most infinate form of respect and compliment.
I never imagined my story being a love story, but if I prove to be, not as smart as I feel, that is a flaw I would endure in every lifetime, just for the benifit of Love and Friendship.
When "THEY" say, you must love yourself, before you can love another, I like to quote Oscar Wilde, who said
"To love thyself is the beginning of a lifelong romance."
Take careful consideration to this.
When you get to know yourself
and I mean, REALLY get to know yourself.
You learn not only your darkest fears, but you learn your most powerful comforts.
You literally create a world that only exists from within.
You are learning and loving yourself into an "inner beauty" so fascinating that modern "entertainments" become nothing more than mere distraction.
You become your own best friend.
This is the goal and perhaps the key to life.
You can be homeless, unwanted, and completley alone in the world (or so it feels in dark hours) and still have a place to run to, when you close your eyes, you're already rich.
Now add another person.
Who can compete with yourself and know your every move.
Every thought.
Every intention.
Every guilty pleasure.
Imagine someone else, who knows you in such a way.
What a concept.
Its real. You just have to be patient. Take the time to love yourself.
I'm not there, but I have an adventure of a lifetime awaiting me. How could I ever fear life, when life can be so beautiful.
With this other person...you can see them, touch them.
Conversate with them.
Educate, learn and lean on them.
You will never find that, until you know what you are looking for.
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 1:23 PM UTC
Sent you a text
911, distress
You said “OMW Bae”
You never hestiate,
Bae
You say what you need to say, Bae.
Cry if you need
Talk if you please
Bae, I’m always here
When you need
The smoke rises
Twirls and twists
So nice to use your lungs
And not your fists
The smoke rises
Twists and twirls
Whirls and swirls
I know you can’t be like this
With other girls.
Watch the clouds roll,
Paint dry, time flies.
Talk to me baby,
Don’t let the night lie.
The colors in the sky,
Watch em light up,
We drive by.
They seem
Close enough to tough
Bae, I feel I can fly
At least I know
That we can try.
Lips
Eyes
Freckles
Thighs
Blunt supplies
We never argue baby,
Tell no lies.
Sparked up
Neck tilted
Mind jaded
Bodies molded
Mostly naked,
Allies.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 9:49 AM UTC
Sharp pictures.
Sparkling nights.
Late night caps.
Silent conversation.
The night was quiet
The only music present
Was to synchronize the lightening bugs heaven.
The lake to the front,
The trees to the back.
Forested by a dark blue canopy.
That song was undefined.
The kiss, without time.
The night comes alive,
At the sound of your voice.
Fireflies shimmered
as if chatting back,
Answering every hesitated question.
The dark veil of tangled hair
and long eyelashes, hide your emotion.
Roll the window down,
But don’t make a sound.
Feel the July all around you.
Hear the distant
Booms in the sky.
We don’t even need to see them.
Your silence alone is so beautiful,
Every humming has a tempo.
That old house was still and full of mystery.
The road long, winding and seemingly
penetrating.
The legends are enough
To satisfy our urban curiosity.
Keep driving.
Keep me safe.
Just one last stop,
Don’t turn around.
Remember when we played around,
right here in this place?
It seems haunted with happier times.
Ominous and unwelcoming.
Yet we lay together,
breathing intertwined.
Hardly speaking.
With black eyes,
You kiss as if you know every mood
And you kiss as if you know every move.
It’s time. 11:11 again.
Time to make that wish.
If it never could form with word or thought…
Does it even exist?
It’s time to go back.
This place is drowning.
Text me goodnight, like you always do.
Keep me from frowning,
Like you always do.
I feel safe just to read those letters.
I can’t ever say thank you
For making my days better.
Infinite summer and sparkling nights.
...
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 2:38 PM UTC
HE said to write
create.
{read my wordfs} dont be scared.
your m.ind will fill in the blanks
caps lock willl destroy. your muind.
....your story begins now.
Dont be afraid and read the wLls./
find a quiet place.
find a song.
feel it. taste iut. create a song......
chapter two.
i went to ***
you came to me,
found me in a dark room....posted. I cant read this he said disappoinbted. :( keep trying :)))
{hey there friendship, lets have a heart to heart....walk outside for chapter two..... i'll be there in the night. In the quiet. silence.
phone is dead :(((( who cares! party in the basement.
can you read this yet???
tgake me on a messy date.
i want to play in the sunshoine. heal my /adhd please
((((adivan is gone :( who steals from a friend???
/where did Noelle leave her pants anyway
((((( chaptep two.
quit your mind. listen to the music..shhhhhhh////
read tyhisd 6omorrow...
caps lock are evilsssss.........
listenm tp the robots 2013......
find me in the dark writing rymes. changing soings. creating. , , , ,
authors. intillects.
teachers.
cults are bad!!!!!!!! god is love. dont do drugs and go on adventires.
read the bible everyday. silence your heart. take a deep breath. no one cares. they will foind you again.
dont be scared...
quiet moments are the best. where did i put my cigarettes. to be conyinued.
edit or no>>>>
bring back indie bands. then they become mainstream you know :( sad hipsters.
i just wanna play.
no one gets me.
pep talks and ****
partys downstairs.
find me later when they go to bed.
go play.
'
you have nothing to do tomorrow.
its only 11????? i like numbers. i hate math.
i have to *** still.
waiting. who cares. go to sleep. i'll stay up all night and write poems...
i sleep in tuckers room when heres not here. i miss him so bad sometimes. i wonder what 6 year olds dream about, you know?
this is gunna be EPICCCC!!!! sermon on the way...to becontinued. tweet me clues from the front porch.
i'lll be quiet. my phones dead anyway. oh well. phones are bad.
wheres the bathroom?
oh yeah. chapter two.
how long can i write this poem before they try and find me.
the basement is to farrrr.....cigarettes on the front po
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
Everyone is looking for The Secret.
A formula to life,
an eternal elixor.
Immortality.
The secrets are hidden deep
within our spirit.
Learn from nightmares.
Talk to dreams.
Write in such a way,
that thoughts pour from your fingertips.
With an eagerness to be read.
Be the person you want to be.
It's that simple.
Discover a romance.
A romance to challenge even
the most tragic of love stories.
A romance with yourself.
Embark on a journey of peace,
during a generation of hopelessness.
Inspire those around you.
Surround yourself with artists and musicians,
intellects and authors,
teachers and adventurers.
Ministers.
Angels.
Children with a shouting to the Nations.
Grow, learn, mold, teach.
At a time when there is
a disturbance in the galaxies.
A planet in high alert.
Violence. Demons. Hate.
Conspiracy.
Reach forth and grab a hold of friendships.
Others will see a light.
A glow.
A florescent adolescence.
The secret should never be,
in fact, a secret.
Let it be a telling.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 9:37 AM UTC
"To see a world in a grain of sand
and a heaven in a wild flower.
To hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
and eternity in an hour...."
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 1:29 AM UTC
What it feels like..
Today I watched rain spatter like paint on my window pane
and I remembered how you looked the last night I ever saw you breathe
I remembered how you told me it was like heaving for air
when you don't have the lungs to lead
Yesterday I watched a feather fall from a birds wing
and I thought of how you floated through life
wishing you could fly away
I couldn't give you those wings
the wings you needed to pull the strings life couldn't give you
If I could've said "I know how it feels"
to be the beaten up vet looking into an empty bottle of whiskey
with the empty heart flooded with never ending sounds of a gun
to be the adopted child torn away from his mother
the woman beaten and battered by a man called friend
I could've said "I know what it feels like"
but I never did
and now I'm sitting here with your casket on my shoulder
Praying to God that someone will be bolder
than I ever could and hoped someone would
because now I'm sitting here collecting daisies in an open field
under your favourite sycamore tree
and I promised you I would write letters when you moved to Tennessee
You never made it
I carved your name in the pavement where you picked up that dying bird
and told me every single word of the songs your mother used to sing
about putting life in everything
You told me you couldn't do it
If I could have told you I know what it feels like
to lose your focus on the 9th inning of that World Series we call life
Instead you used your knife and carved a ****
and laid yourself in a bed of ashes
and I swore to God I'd never erase it
I couldn't erase it but time
It was always ticking, tick
tick
tick
If I could've wrapped my arm around yours
threw you on a boat and brought you to Venice
so you could have seen what beauty was
or I could've given you a mirror
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 1:01 AM UTC