
I hate talking...
But i have a lot to say.
Im very rude...
But i tell people i dont know to have a nice day with every ounce of my heart.
Im very shy...
But im inquisitive, curious, amicable, funny, and usually the conversation starter.
Im cautious...
Yet completely impulsive.
Im clean... And neat....!
But sometimes im too lazy for a shower......
4 days at a time which is repulsive....
Im energetic...
But im too in love with my couch to show you.
Im aggressive...
But im too empathetic and laid back to hurt you...
I love my life...
But it hards to accept the trials...
I want a wife....
......i dont want a wife.....
I want a family....
But its hard to make one when youve never had one....
Hmmm....
Maybe i should wait....
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 9:16 PM UTC
Mahatma Gandhi said, " Be the change you wish to see in the world"
so went to my bathroom, looked in the mirror...
...and smiled.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
I think about how you skim and past my sentence's of deep thought
if you could meet me and I you,
what would I say that can interest you?
should compliment the fact on how gracefully you wear, wore, have those shoes,
or stare in your brown, green-blue-hazel-crystal-transparent eyes e.t.c
speak to you about what you do.
speak to you about what you think.
show me a sign that you exist. exceed my imagination as I try to bring you to life through pen an ink
im a nice person
I think about how you skim and pass my sentence's of deep thought.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
Ask yourself questions that only God can answer.
Ask yourself.
Ask Yourself.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
my pace rhythms in twos as i walk with two ton shoes.
i sing these beautiful blues.
i saw that my clock didn't bother to wake me
and down the stream of dissolute sleep my dream took me.
i lived these beautiful blues
i rushed out of my empty apartment slowly.
i viciously pushed the elevator button lazily.
my world is bathed in contradiction.
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC
I love to think about you.
9:41 pm
Traveling along route 222
In the back of a uhaul truck
Thinking tragic thoughts of possible accidents,
I love to think about you.
I get nervous.
I get anxious.
This matress is very uncomfortable.
The fouton we slept on was too.
I remember kissing you gently on it.
Lean to the left too far and it would flip.
Then on the floor we locked lips.
I love to think about you.
I hate the fact the minutes pass two,
Without me missing you.
Your warm embraces.
How you smell my neck.
How I embrace your scent.
I hate to love like a mindless fool.
I'm a coward when you touch me.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 9:48 PM UTC
Words can either be thrown like rotten tomatoes
or
given like gold medals
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC