To give up that which you thought you had is to allow yourself to become with that which is becoming
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 11:22 PM UTC
Oh love
I wish I was a vinyl
that you could listen to whenever you wanted
just press play and let the needle do the work
I wish I was a vinyl
so you could gently lower the needle into my grooves
and feel the music flowing through you
that warm feeling that keeps you alive
but I am not a vinyl
and you are not listening to me
and the needle is flooding your veins
with that cold feeling
I wish I was a needle
that could numb your pain
I wish I was a shot of the purest *******
Oh love
there's nothing much to lose
and everything to gain, so please
let's put the needle down
and listen to the rain
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 4:17 PM UTC
writhing in the void is good exercise
basking in existence is pure bliss
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 12:31 PM UTC
oh! the way that smoke lingers and sways in the cracks of the burning log
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 12:31 PM UTC
learn how to be patient,
learn how to be wild,
learn how to be hot, and
learn how to be mild,
learn how to love,
learn how to be loved,
learn how to stand for yourself
when push comes to shove,
learn to be your own parent,
learn to be your own child,
learn to be patient,
and learn to be wild,
learn how to receive,
learn how to give,
learn how to die, and
learn how to live
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
hey, whatsup break me open and have a look inside
a suh dood check out these heady feels but like
whoa bruh they tell me
simmer down
you're harshin that mellow
yellow matter it's no matter tell me something new
find me something else to say I'm a
fried egg in a skull here's some banter
gallop trot and canter I'm just horsin' around
of course it's not finely ground buddy 'ol pal
you'll have to crush it up yourself
if ya wanna snort it
but hey let's abort that mission
I'm just tryin' to chill in the kitchen
all I want is a nice meal I don't want
anyone to steal these lasts wisps of my soul
let's smoke a bowl and forego the physical
maybe think about something quizzical
something that'll bring me elsewhere
anywhere but before
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 6:19 PM UTC
They wanted to be able to feel a way that was familiar to them. Comfortable. And it did not have to feel good. They did not have to feel joy. Because joy was too fleeting. To them, joy was uncomfortable, because they could not control it. To them, joy was uncomfortable, because they knew it would soon be gone. But they could control their suffering. They could control their own despair. They could hurt themselves whenever they wanted to. They took solace in this. Finally, something consistent. A place to settle in. A cranny to hide within.
The world soared past them.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 6:39 PM UTC
hey, whatsup break me open and have a look inside
a suh dood check out these heady feels but like
whoa bruh they tell me
simmer down
you're harshin that mellow
yellow matter it's no matter tell me something new
find me something else to say I'm a
fried egg in a skull here's some banter
gallop trot and canter I'm just horsin' around
of course it's not finely ground buddy 'ol pal
you'll have to crush it up yourself
if ya wanna snort it
but hey let's abort that mission
I'm just tryin' to chill in the kitchen
all I want is a nice meal I don't want
anyone to steal these lasts wisps of my soul
let's smoke a bowl and forego the physical
maybe think about something quizzical
something that'll bring me elsewhere
anywhere but before
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 6:39 PM UTC
It felt like
I was walkin swift,
out in snowy drift
my thumb stickin out,
just lookin for a lift and
I'm going on and on
along this icy road, where
nobody should be driving and
there's not a single flower thriving,
just a sorry soul stuck diving
into vacuous space, with
a deadpan face an
intricate lace, and a
now unhurried pace
shuffle shuffle
thumb down
a single thread,
black thin and bare
floating adrift,
in starlit air
unattached
a single layer,
not enough
cold pink hands
in bottomless pockets,
filled with keys to lost lockets
with tick tocks and tickets, bits of
tobacco, and crumpled up paper
so lift yourself to lift the veil,
but lift yourself to no avail, and
it's no matter if you succeed or fail
it's a silly serpent biting it's own tail.
it has no need for anything else.
keep on walking
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC