i sunk my teeth
in the soft sweet bread

then swallowed it down
with my coffee

"i put way to much sugar in this coffee"

oh well

i like it

I woke up
the sun softly breaking through
resting on the wall,
i left my radio on
playing songs and songs
that i love
my hair is glued to my forehead
i feel it scratching against my skin
i look around piles of clothes
laying on the corner of my bed
empty bowls of  cheerio cereal
my guitars laying up against a wall
one that is laying on the floor
two burnt matches on the floor
a poorly painted zebra mask
and a yellow leaf that fell from its place
a lot of dried pieces fell off the dead leaf,
old VHS tapes against the wall
***** dancing,breakfest club,ferris bueller , blues brothers
so much more
books piled in each other
dorian grey,to **** a mockingbird, a farewell to arms
i'm missing two books
i lent them to my friend
red ink from a pen on the floor
i had to keep the guitar cord at a certain bend to it would amplify
it gave in and exploded
a green paint mark on my wall
and a cut out mustache
an old keyboard of the 80's
sometimes it turns on sometimes it doesn't
notebooks of poems
and boxes of drawing i did when i was younger
a big jar with two dead roses
pencils and pens cross in and out
a little emptied out honey jar
filled with all my train tickets
my bracelets laying on the floor
except for the blue one my wrist
it never comes off
my camera lays beside the camera beg
drawings on the wall
and my hats on top of each other
and my sweaters all over the place
vinyl album covers
of the Beatles and Pink Floyd

My mom calls it a mess
i call it
me...

Why are you so distant from the earth

i can't  reach you anymore

and pull you in close to me

oh ohhh oh

snowing on the hearts of love

were did it all go

those shivers
of octobers fall
oh oh ohhh

slipped away
like the rain
off my tanned skin
Gone
like  the summers ray
never did i
feel so alive
oh oh ooo

driving down the night
smiling like the moon
thought i  was better
but am just rushing time

gotta sit back
and see the worlds fumes
pass on by

oh boy

And with all that white, what can you do but drown in the imitation of warmth? So bright, yet unforgiving; a pale triumph of gods wishing to stamp out life and begin anew. How can you feel whole when you are born again, just to relive every trial? The journey for self-righteous winters hangs on the boughs of my family tree, singerless, and in the middle of the coldest season, I am searching for the song you’ve sung in my dreams, falling gently against me like snow.

4th month

April 2013:

The month of my birthday came around
and i was looking forward to the day i turned a year older
My good friend started dating this one girl
and thats all he talked about,drove me insane
but he was happy and i was happy for him
I wrote a lot of poetry
of my confused state that month.
and continues making music with my friends
Warm weather was pearing over the hills.

The day of my birthday came,
my buddy came over and we walked around the mall
with a small keyboard we bought at a second hand store

He talked about his girl
and i shooked my head
and smiled.