Things I haven't felt in a while

 some old poems i found that I wrote. i kinda enjoyed them besides that I rhymed a lot.

Dirty Emotions
hardly let me breathe
I can't even go through the motions
only thing i can do is grieve
there is no where to hide
I can't sleep
trust me, I've tried
all i can do is curl up and sit tight
I can't seem to leave them behind
I'm stuck in this dirty emotion mind.  

Green Eyes
I saw the pain
the concern
every thought through those eyes
you didn't even need to tell me
silence would have been fine.
I saw what you needed
but you said what I wanted
I know you just wanted the best for me
but all I wanted was the truth
please no more lies
I can't see right through those big green eyes.

Portland

Starfucker , Mystery cloud

goddamn electric bill

 

I don't know who said this but I dig

"whats wrong with you....
who ever you are
your a chicken!
you've got no guts .
your afraid to stick out your chin and say okay life's a fact
...people do fall in love.
people do belong to each other
because that's the only chance anybody's got with real happiness
you call yourself a free spirit
a wild thing.
your terrified someones gonna stick you in a cage
maybe your already in that cage
and you built it yourself.
it's not bound by Texas or by the east of Somalia
it's where ever you go
because no matter where you run
you just end up running into your self."

Theodore

Drunk Talk II

One of the things I hate....
 talking to drunk people 
and having drunk talk


So I decided to record my self at my darkest moments of being drunk.
This is a record of my drunk talk to my self over a course of a month


This is a wonderful love,
 A love I don't want to lose
I Just need to find some balance
Perfect silence
I am overwhelmed
 I do nothing
I hear the laughing
Things are shifting
but still looking good
I lay myself down
next to the trains
I put my self in weird situations
always coming back for more
Its easy to let go
to let your self drown 
It's hard to hold your self back
and watch others lose control
when no one is looking
Everyone is touching,
giving me a look
like they know me,
like they are the ones who appreciate me
you whisper to me
you are so tender
but we all know
Everyone one is fading
nothing left in common
Memories echoing in my mind
can't focus on anything but
"to the good ol' days"

Tattoo

 

Apathy

"It was always a blur of pain and fear and domination. I remembered it, and could only deal with it afterwords, as a collection of warped Polaroids stapled to the inside of my head"

Paul Neilan