I used to touch my forefinger and thumb together around my forearm when I lost track of my life. It reminded me that I was small in a big world, and that the potential was endless.
Growth is not always comforting.
Don’t be an asshole: include an About Me section in your tumblr. How the fuck am I supposed to tell all these quirky themes apart? Whose blog is whose?
the souls of the ones who yell their giddiness over acoustic guitar
are perched around my tabula rasa;
I shall soon be pockmarked; ready for abaci and dissertations.
the teller in the window would be taken aback by all this. so I keep my trap zippered and pour hot wax along the treads.
all will see this grand opening. shattered granules will sneak into someone’s eye, causing sympathetic weeping to tear through the onlookers.
there will be laughter and accidental tears when I rise from the operating table.
This morning found me high and befuddled by a Jamaican scam artist.
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…I drank coffee today. What?
Every chapter is number one when you live like this.
Sprawled out on Ellis avenue.
I don’t know how the snow took this place
But I can spot your tracks from here.
Every line I wrote was crossed out in a hurry,
My muses would not indulge in sleep.
Once in a night, the voices make sense;
Specifically when I’m not listening.
My nights are lost to snacking and worrying,
An apple and mild anxiety shakes.
Strange comfort from the loss of all facility,
There is nothing more I can break.
I have a song in my head that is not my song,
I cannot sing this honestly.
It is frighteningly simple to destroy me
Or to point out my loyalties
If I grow up strong,
My enemies will fall before my knees.
Fairness and civility.
Truth and justice, for free.
We don’t have a god, he doesn’t have an us,
He stays in home all day, his pupils are abuzz,
He drinks his coffee, stares serenely at his mansion’s front,
And wonders who is gonna get the brunt.
He signed his will last month, lord’s will shall be done,
Doesn’t raise a hand to correct the populace.
They will get their pittance and his friends will get their sums.
I don’t know which of the two to want.
I’m not leaving college. It’d be dumb to walk away from an institution of higher learning in an effort to learn more. No, UChi will provide me with information; I was musing, as is my endless right in this internet cubicle of mine.
The enterprise will put my nose to the grindstone, however.
My head needs to go through a walk.
My brain needs to make something happen.
My arms need to hold up the sun.
My liver is suffering sapping.
My directions are tearing apart.
My heart is blistering empty.
My house is filled with a fog.
My state is running on plenty.
My body is turned on itself.
My body lies inside a river.
My coldness is found in my hands.
My new notion didn’t deliver.
My drink is red chemicals.
My steed has a ruinous tongue.
My skull is half made of sugar,
My walls have collapsed into one.
My question is, “Am I allowed?”
My second shy of a redemption,
My tagline reads, “Figure it out.”
My musical needs new notation.