decisions

Get high...

or

Stay low...

A bloody relationship

I fill the hollow inside your bones.
And pounding on your ear, till I become known.
Do you feel me run my fingers calmly
along the sides your chambers?

I have no choice but to float
as you force me, pump me, and push me.
Do you feel me behind your eyes
As I see you before mines?

I turn cold inside your shivers.
So please dont feed me too much sugar
and clog up our world with too much
fucking syrup and honey.

The day of the funeral I will get caught in the Rain

The last breath of autumn slid across my skin.
Winter soon after died inside my chest soon after
I transformed into a living grave.
In me was sadness so deep every time I exhale
I was haunted by the memories of happiness.

Joy fled from my solemn body
leaving behind planes of pure mourning.
It is in moments where grief at its highest point
that any small act of kindness makes me cry.

Even a simple ‘Have a nice day’ from the flower-girl,
who has the same name as Mothers,
when she tells me goodbye.

I sometimes wonder if anyone has a legit crush on me.
Then I remember what I look like...

A denial of me is just not worth the effort
Of continuing to act like I know her.

No matter how much it breaks my heart

drugs

Someone get her another line.
As she inhales through crisp 20 bill
the thought of life being a little
complication, justifies the burning
in her nostril.

World please be mine.
It is such a fast rush to know you
love me so much!

She becomes so needed when
we get high together.
Its almost endearing.

But she still wont let me into her
bloodstream as I snort the dust
off the skipping record.

She will only let me dance with her
Foolishly thinking it will protect me.
Its easy to forget to breath
with blood dripping down you lip.

Cracks in the side walk appears
as soon as I think of her.

lips softer than rain water.
I drink

This is a picture I did not take of a woman with a baby in her arms and a burping towel on her shoulder, walking up to the side of a vacant, foreclosed home in the middle of a neighborhood hit hard by mortgage fraud, looking up and down the street before turning-on the outdoor spigot at the corner of the house to take a drink with a cupped hand, and then, after wetting the towel, she began to carefully wash her newborn's feet.

Banksy

Advice

ONE.
Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
TWO.
Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.
THREE.
Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.
FOUR.
When you say, "I love you," mean it.
FIVE.
When you say, "I'm sorry," look the person in the eye.
SIX.
Be engaged at least six months before you get married.
SEVEN.
Believe in love at first sight.
EIGHT.
Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have dreams don't have much.
NINE.
Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.
TEN.
In disagreements, fight fairly. Please No name calling.
ELEVEN.
Don't judge people by their relatives.
TWELVE.
Talk slowly but think quickly.
THIRTEEN.
When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?"
FOURTEEN.
Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
FIFTEEN.
Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.
SIXTEEN.
When you lose, don't lose the lesson.
SEVENTEEN.
Remember the three R's:
Respect for self;
Respect for others;
Responsibility for all your actions.
EIGHTEEN.
Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
NINETEEN.
When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
TWENTY.
Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.
TWENTY-ONE.
Spend some time alone.

I am
weighed
down
by my decisions.

My head feels like lead
My heart bruised.

violet and blue

Our words are light morning mist;
true and dark as cynical clouds promising
pouring rain. Flooding the streets as

I fill my body
up with as much cheap wine as I can.
Tonight and dearly wish for change brighter
stars.

The Poster child of Dubstep

Never did I expect the underground artist Flux Pavilion to get as big as he did. Back in July, when I first heard this track it was instantly a favorite however and I am excited that he is slowly getting the world moving with one amazing dubstep bass-line at a time.

Find me the little hippie girl.
Skinny, on her pretty legs.
I am a memory branded on her,
In a bird.

Tears will always fall.

You better, or you will be next
My little valentines.

Killing for peace is like fucking for virginity.

I am just lying at the bottom of the sea.
Just gazing up at the moon.
All sidewalks must end somewhere
And that is where you will find me.

Fuck you Radiohead

I am growing tall
standing in the waiting line.

If nothing starts moving
along soon I will become
wasted away and tall.

Slowly killing time I patiently
stand in your line, with bare feet
melting into the soil preventing
a move forward or a move backward.

Just waiting.
Growing up
Just waiting now

Waiting
I am waiting.
Wasting away and growing tall.

I dont know what is worst
Knowing pain is temporary
or living with it.

Today. Was not a good day.

I am heavy.
weighed down by my decision.
My head feels like lead

My heart bruised.
Violet and blue

Our words are light
as like falling tears;
true and dark as cynical humor.

I am going to fill my
body up with as much cheap
wine as I can. Tonight
And dearly wish
for someone who could stop me.