don’t want to try to do anything different than what hasn’t worked a whole life time but it’s never you or it always you but that’s just what you’ve expect for yourself even though you are more than that sometimes but sometimes isn’t enough i guess when you don’t see it and when you don’t…… Continue reading poisoned brain
Treat me like I am But I’m not. Treat me like I am I don’t care. And I won’t So I.dont And you Can Do whatever you like Say whatever you will. Fill whatever you fill Love somebody else And I will do the same. You don’t want to play this game But you do…… Continue reading Not your ex
I will not have you Act like you did nothing But be clear About something That was never clear I will not Have you Matter to me More than I matter to you I will look at this And see it for what it is And look at you and see you for how you…… Continue reading Sometimes
finding the way through fears. finding myself and the freedom that comes from knowing thy self.
check out this post from spiritscience.net A Letter to Ego. // Post by Spirit Science.
This is not a prison. This is a trap. I am the bait. ___________________________________________________________ Having balls is a good thing having raw passion is a good thing and a rare thing. To have both passion AND balls is what makes someone great. I miss the great ones I miss the lovers and the dreamers/creators I…… Continue reading the ghost of my friends
It’s okay to fall How boring would life be without the waves? All that really matters is if you are willing to ride it and how well you ride it Bukowski said it better “What matters most is how well you walk through the fire” We are both fire Burning ever-so-beautifully Into the night Into…… Continue reading Fire with fire
BLACK VELVET SUGAR The soft moss swimming; It is the dying spirit. Desiring, I hide. Pink shore, serene breeze. The flat, upright sparkle shines. Lost moon, velvet spirit. Walk, swim. Drown With blunt leaves Wither, decline. With sharp flames Write, fade: fluttering. Purple, tender, falling, Your eyes sits in wait A mermaid arises, Declining, shining.…… Continue reading Black Velvet Sugar
a man crying in the alley saturday morning no one knew he was there but me i found him trying to lose myself down that same alley way to hide away from you and the world and the knowing and feeling of how fucked i am and how fucked i make everything i love i…… Continue reading saturday morning 8am
Everybody needs somebody to love them no matter what.
I wanted it More Than Anything Else