September 2012
1 post
August 2012
1 post
How do you change the fucking profile pic for this?
July 2012
3 posts
I remember heart ache now. What it feels like to have nothing left inside of you.. There is a hole in my chest where my heart once stood. Now I feel nothing but the empty coldness of that hole. It sinks deeper and deeper, like a knife driven to kill. I bared my heart too open for the world and now it has been ripped from me. I’m left here to shake in the frustration of me not being able to...
People are gay, get over it. People have bright...
sherlockedpotterhead:
Hoorah.
Does this world’s darkness have no end? It always comes to mind that you have forgotten me. My heart aches knowing I HAD the place HE HAS. It turns my blood cold and all I hear is Death’s whispers in my ear. (J.R.)
And for you, my other J.R., you hold a place in my heart, but you feel I neglect you. I admitted something I’ve prolonged to say many of many moons yet you lie there...
June 2012
5 posts
One last poem.
Yeah my momma picks on me, but that’s just the way of life;
Every time we argue, always ends with me and a knife.
Thoughts of ending this shit, always run through my mind;
I hear the devil calling, and he’s yelling “your mine”.
- G.C
It was enough.
I cried for the first time in many many moons tonight… Only two tears were shed…but they were enough to make me remember the taste of mortality.
Its good to see people move on right? Wrong. It hurts and cuts deeper than any blade a mortal body has ever received in the history of man. But in this pain blooms a sad poetic man, who speaks of nothing but the truth and the whole of that truth. Believe me mortal when I say, pain and agony is the birth place of something beautiful. Let your pain guide you in the way of the Voice. And with this...
Everytime.
It never ceases to fail that EVERYTIME I get in a car with my mother, I get a look on her face that always shows her curiosity and irritation. I was late 15 min to go outside so she could pick me up and I can hear the gears clanking inside her feeble stressed mind. And I’m left here to wonder, Why are you taking this beyond the horizon? I just don’t understand, but then again, even the...
Yeah, I smoke when I’m mad.
Yeah, I’m mad.
Why? Because when I DON’T smoke my medicine, I’m not me. I’m not happy. I’m ALWAYS irritated.
May I say something to those of you who bother to read these? Does it mean I’m not human because I smoke weed? Cause if so tell me, but don’t lie about it. You look at me like I’m a down graded, mentally slow druggie. All I ask is you treat me human. (Even though I won’t ever be after this.)
May 2012
13 posts
I remember when we laid in the moon light; out of breathe and done
We laid there smiling at each other thinking nothing could get any better… But now it’s just a memory that will be lost to history.
The one and only time we will ever do it again.
Thwarted.
So this is my normal home day.
Me: *walks out to go for a shower*
Mom: you need to cut that shit out
Me: cut what out?
Mom: smoking.
Me: smoking what? Tobacco?
Mom: no, weed. Your eyes have been red since I got home (she was home BEFORE me.)
Me: oh really? Cause all I had today was a few cigarettes.
Mom: “a few”? Like over 3
Me: no, about 3
Mom: you smoked weed and 3...
Lakers are loosing.
Nough Said. XD
Tonight.
Tonight was the first night since I was 6 that I prayed to the Lord.
I prayed that he would He would give me the strength to do what was right.. I can’t say feel like an answer has been given, but now I know, He knows.
Here’s my life’s issues.
1: got a gf n I cheated but I don’t know how to tell her, or if I should at all..
2: mom stopped supplying me with cigs so I’m ALWAYS irritable now
3: my friend Jason might be cooking beef with me
4: I’m academically FUCKED.
5: I’m suicidal.. Still.
The fuck. Right now, all I feel like doing is yelling and killing. Why? Idk for...
Tis it wrong for a man to cry?
Is wrong wrong for him to feel temptation?
I say nay; tis what makes a man, man. That only is not what defines him, but it is his nature.
We can only learn to live with it.
April 2012
5 posts
I feel like crying
My insides are dying
I feel no pain
I have nothing left to gain
I’m reduce to this
And just this.
Only God knows it’s getting harder to see the sun running through. I love you, but what are we going to do?
You're 14, have a canon camera, smoke weed, party,...
dopeassdrake:
Calm the fuck down.
True shit.
It’s a good thing no one reads any of my shit. Otherwise they’d know just how fucked up my mental is..
Once upon my lyrics
Her face is imprinted in my mind like a fucking stamp.
Her smell is evermore potent now.
Any where I go I can still find SOMETHING that reminds me of her.
Cut her image from my head.
Silence her voice that rings with surprising frequency.
End this.
End this now.
Give me a new.
Give me another chance.
I want done with the old.
In with the Irish new!
End this.
End this now!
Suffering...
March 2012
11 posts
Last time
You can’t tell me shit
You can’t tell me nothin
I’ma do what the fuck I want bitch
Cause this is my last time being young.
Finer day
A lover couldn’t ask for a finer love
Put this in your bible and chant it.
Mother, sweet mother, send your child unto me.
Mother, sweet mother, baptize the unworthy in blood and fear.
Even Though.
Just because i have a girlfriend doesn’t make it easier for me to see someone else where i was. I’m sure it’s the same vise versa, but idgaf. I’m happy where i am <3 Just know, even though it may seem like I’m not looking, i am. Don’t flaunt it, that’s being naive and inconsiderate to another.
February 2012
3 posts
The man you once thought
The man you once thought hated you, loves you.
Never forget that I am yours, dear child.
I’m a dork without a do-face.
The worst is all that’s left.
The pain in undeniable and I’m broken. Broken boned, broken souled, broken hearted by my petty mistakes.
All father who art in heaven…
Spare me this child game called life.
Dark prince and father of lies. Spare me the...
Poor boy
Put a bullet in this poor boys mind.
Name the bullet “Irony” and pull the fucking trigger.
Boom boom, splat! There goes all his dreams.
Watch them escape his lips in liquid red form. Aww listen to the wishful thoughts he had planned for lady risk.
He’s better now. He wanted this.(:
Reduced
Life has been reduced to nothing again. The slumbering pain has now awoken in my blackened soul. The sleepless nights again arise. The scourging feeling of aloneness has crept back into my heart where it reclaims it’s thrown as king. The pain is undeniable, and lonesome of the nights burrows deep within my thoughts. I stand here now asking myself “Why”? But that question is far...
Poetry and such
The wind blows
And the grass grows;
The sun don’t shine
And neither does mine;
My soul is black
And so is the family after a heart-attack;
The light burns
And my stomach turns;
Dogs bark
As I pull into park;
The smoke fades
N I start to daze;
Off in wonderland
Alice has much to mand’;
Up on earth
A man gets shot on perth;
I tend to feel a bit unneeded
But in reality...
January 2012
19 posts
Cut
You yell; I cut.
You cry; I cut.
You post; I cut.
You read; I die on the inside.
Time can cause heartbreak
I speak the words I feel. NEVER forget that. If I’ve said I loved you, I meant. If I ever said i was in love with you, I MEANT it. You shouldn’t judge me by my actions. For I am my own god, and what I do is for a reason. My actions affect people but it’s just to prove to them how much of a demon I REALLY am. I have a mind, and with that a conscience. I had a soul, and there were...
How do I love thee?
Let me count thyn ways
One 1,000
Two 1,000
Three 1,000
Shall I compare her to a summers day?
Her face be as radiant as the sun shall ever know. Her eyes sparkle like the glistening light reflective of the ocean surface. Oh but her lips… Her lips be as fragile as a flower, as soft as the thickest cloud, and as sweet as fresh honey
I scream for ice cream
Oh, and Jasmine Robles.
Endless nights
I spend endless nights sitting on the bench in front of my house in the chilly winds and colder early morning smoking; Wondering, what am I going to do when sleep is no longer an option for me. I sit even now waiting for some sign of how to continue my daily tasks of life. Is it that I’m to blind to know what I want? Or is it that what ever I want is making itself invisible to me. Dealing...
