I haven’t touched these words in so long that they got covered in dust. And now I feel rusty as I try to readjust them. I can’t remember how where they were supposed to go. The order seems messed up. Or the purpose is missing. Or maybe they were just shitty words to begin with.Continue reading “Sounds Like Me”
I want to pull a handful of dirt from the earth and listen to the heartbeat of the world for a little while, and remind myself that I live here, and not in this fucking phone. It’s easy to forget sometimes, with how much life I pour into these texts and Snapchats and Facebook updates,Continue reading “Reunion”
The city looks different tonight, but that might just be because I’m fucking high right now, and the loud music playing through the speakers of my girlfriend’s beater is making everything shake a little. I kind of like it.
I’m fucking tired of your love stories. And I’m tired of my love stories too. And I just want to move to California and wash all of these words off of me in the ocean. I think that would make me feel better. Refreshed. It might help me sober up, too, because I’m high rightContinue reading “Love Story”
I get stoned in the morning, every morning, and then before I know it it’s the next morning. It always goes like that. Probably because I smoke too much. Probably. I just can’t remember what we were talking about.
I like to sit in my chair and stare at the ceiling, while I smoke some weed and wonder why I haven’t found any meaning in my life yet. I wonder if I ever will, or if it’s all just a useless waste of time. Maybe. But it’s not like I have anything else goingContinue reading “Ceiling”
These red eyes are nothing but a way to hide from everything that I don’t want to see clearly. Nothing but a diguise, like a mask or some shit. And I like it that way.
I don’t wear glasses. My vision is good. But I have been seeing Things kinda funny Through these red-x lenses. It’s all shapes and Lines that bend, And objects that Don’t make any sense. Sometimes it scares me But sometimes I love it, Just knowing that I Must be a squiggly mess Of shapes andContinue reading “Shapes and Lines”
I like listening To the radio, It always plays Something upbeat, Something souless That I can hear On repeat, Something loud That makes me Stomp my feet. I like the radio, Because it gives Me a brief moment To stop thinking About wanting to Fucking kill myself.
Dark skies, Red eyes, Nothing like Getting stoned On a quiet night. Quiet night… Quiet night… Too quiet… Silent… Then, Wolf howl! Suealing breaks! A woman screaming In the woods I think… It’s really faint, And I’m sure She’s fine. I’m sure… I’m sure… Then I hear it again, Louder this time, Like she’s reallyContinue reading “Screams”