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Jun 2010 · 473
soul written
Chris Ott Jun 2010
I would like to do a great many things:
play guitar like Isaac
find my voice to be comparable to Boyd's
write admiring Bukowski, though never plummeting as low
love the woman who has never been loved correctly
express myself in my own way on bass
and make myself out of the parts that I choose.

and if for some reason another person enjoys these things, that's just something else to be proud of.
1:03 am thoughts
Isaac referring to Isaac Brock, Boyd being Brandon Boyd.
May 2010 · 2.0k
Vision
Chris Ott May 2010
Why does everyone
[children]
else have such
[acting only]
limited vision?
[for themselves
and thinking
only of themselves.]
And why  does my vision?
Bring no happiness.
to me
to anyone.
May 2010 · 1.1k
An Ugly Flower
Chris Ott May 2010
a pretty flower in the hair of an ugly girl
tends to not make the girl any more pretty
[in fact, it is usually the exact opposite.]
but the pretty girl holding the ugly flower
makes me remember  just why I am alive.
May 2010 · 669
Far From Bukowski
Chris Ott May 2010
Some times I wish I’d been born a painter.
I could take some red and paint the sunset for you.
I would make it the perfect shade of crimson and orange.
Making the sky almost as beautiful as you.

However, I can not paint,
Nor can I imagine a sunset
As beautiful as you.
May 2010 · 1.0k
hit and run
Chris Ott May 2010
You once called me a
"hit and run"
and that might be true
but if it is,
then You're a 747
plummeting from the heavens
ready and willing to destroy
everything in Your path
Why always capitalize i but not You?
May 2010 · 684
thinking
Chris Ott May 2010
thoughts of mine would choose to consume my entire being
it’s like being inside a tornado occasionally; scary and
at times I do not know if I can make it out alive
my thoughts consume my being and then
the body reacts instinctively like
the cool breeze of summer
how calming a feeling
of absolute
terror

— The End —