Its easy to pull hair back so hard that
you feel your scalp burn for more.
Its hard to make it hurt so good,
so thats why its my specialty.
Get your head down and
dont you scream.
The more you sweat...
goddamn.
All this heat.
All your gasps.
Too many scratches to be counted
and no darkness to hide you from me.
I want to see your eyes,
glistening against a faint light.
This is about as sweet as it gets
because Im going right back to the scene.
A combination of tender love,
and rough lust;
a mixing of souls
and breaking of spirits.
I love the sounds made,
its borderline rape how you beg for more.
I give it to you until you quit
because Ill never forfeit,
but you wont give either.
Show me how strong you are
by lasting the pain.
I got time if you can give it your all.
Dont let go,
I cant stop now and I wont slow down,
dont let go.
Later Days
Monday, November 29, 2010
Toxin
Oh yea,
poison baby.
We're nothing but bad guys, rogue agents,
and mad scientists who all ran away
when the heroes came in sight,
but not today.
Not ever again.
Theres too many sticks of dynamite
and explosives in this town to turn back now.
Chaos in 3,
2,
1,
B-O-O-M-!!
Oh yea baby,
its nothing but poison here;
all types of toxins in my veins to keep
me from saying "Im sorry" or
"I know I was wrong".
You will always say I told you so,
so that'll never get old.
Just give me more chemicals honey,
we're almost alone.
Another state of mind is where I rest my soul.
Everyone knows the highway is my home
because Im always fucking ready to go.
I can sleep when Im dead,
so my eyes may appear low.
Bag full of
mental guns loaded with drugged bullets,
please....
shoot me up darling,
these meds aint gonna swallow themselves.
Oh baby the poisons I take
throw me in a type of paradise
or another person's hell.
Never find out till Im there,
but if theres one thing I do know,
its that Im not here.
Later Days
poison baby.
We're nothing but bad guys, rogue agents,
and mad scientists who all ran away
when the heroes came in sight,
but not today.
Not ever again.
Theres too many sticks of dynamite
and explosives in this town to turn back now.
Chaos in 3,
2,
1,
B-O-O-M-!!
Oh yea baby,
its nothing but poison here;
all types of toxins in my veins to keep
me from saying "Im sorry" or
"I know I was wrong".
You will always say I told you so,
so that'll never get old.
Just give me more chemicals honey,
we're almost alone.
Another state of mind is where I rest my soul.
Everyone knows the highway is my home
because Im always fucking ready to go.
I can sleep when Im dead,
so my eyes may appear low.
Bag full of
mental guns loaded with drugged bullets,
please....
shoot me up darling,
these meds aint gonna swallow themselves.
Oh baby the poisons I take
throw me in a type of paradise
or another person's hell.
Never find out till Im there,
but if theres one thing I do know,
its that Im not here.
Later Days
Monday, November 22, 2010
Iesha's Elegy
I kept running to you
and away from you.
We are older now,
but still kids who dont know how to
settle down.
I wanted to be the tomorrow you
woke up for,
yet things didnt work that way.
You only wanted me,
as I was
or am.
It didnt matter who acted first
because one of us always had open arms,
welcomed with closed love.
Sing it loud:
"This is the dead-end."
I was tired of giving you my hand,
only to draw it back and
find spit again,
again,
and again.
Tell me how tired you were,
thinking we were on the same page,
just to see I burnt the book again
and again.
Embers flare forth like torches held high
to this chest of mine.
Every heart you break
can never amount to
the fire you started to my own.
Any star I wished on to keep
our feelings tame
yielded no results.
Its my fault.
All I own are ghosts
of you in my head.
Smiles forever bright,
eyes eternally deep,
and lost love
haunting me.
Theres no forgetting the first.
Just mourning of the last words.
Sing it loud sunshine:
"This is the dead-end."
At the end of our world,
who came home?
Did I become better
or can you?
Will you be bitter
or do I?
You didn't act like what I knew.
Not a friend,
nor a memory.
Running to you
and away from you.
Waiting for you
and leaving you.
No matter how many tears you cried,
I still remembered dreaming of someone like you.
Walking miles for someone like you.
Only sweet dreams.
I was only dreaming.
I want to sing out loud
until my throat croaks to deaf.
"This is the dead-end.
No goodnights my friend,
just goodbyes to bed."
Later Days
and away from you.
We are older now,
but still kids who dont know how to
settle down.
I wanted to be the tomorrow you
woke up for,
yet things didnt work that way.
You only wanted me,
as I was
or am.
It didnt matter who acted first
because one of us always had open arms,
welcomed with closed love.
Sing it loud:
"This is the dead-end."
I was tired of giving you my hand,
only to draw it back and
find spit again,
again,
and again.
Tell me how tired you were,
thinking we were on the same page,
just to see I burnt the book again
and again.
Embers flare forth like torches held high
to this chest of mine.
Every heart you break
can never amount to
the fire you started to my own.
Any star I wished on to keep
our feelings tame
yielded no results.
Its my fault.
All I own are ghosts
of you in my head.
Smiles forever bright,
eyes eternally deep,
and lost love
haunting me.
Theres no forgetting the first.
Just mourning of the last words.
Sing it loud sunshine:
"This is the dead-end."
At the end of our world,
who came home?
Did I become better
or can you?
Will you be bitter
or do I?
You didn't act like what I knew.
Not a friend,
nor a memory.
Running to you
and away from you.
Waiting for you
and leaving you.
No matter how many tears you cried,
I still remembered dreaming of someone like you.
Walking miles for someone like you.
Only sweet dreams.
I was only dreaming.
I want to sing out loud
until my throat croaks to deaf.
"This is the dead-end.
No goodnights my friend,
just goodbyes to bed."
Later Days
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Beef and Broccolli
I feel like taking a break from the poetry entries.
I cant use my delicate words everyday ya know?
Its nearing thanksgiving time and I mean everything is just....planned.
The cycle God places me in continues to roll as I recently
found out that I might not return to NSU next semester.
Just desserts I guess.
Now im headed to UMBC with my pal Zach and Im ready for it.
Im ready for the repeat.
Starting at the bottom all over again.
Not knowing anyone (except Zach),
being in a different area,
and just being put back into my zone.
I have to recreate and I have no problem with it at all.
This seems to be my niche and I'll accept it as long as it doesnt harm me or anyone I know.
On a different note,
my shoulder feels like its getting better.
I used to go into the weight room like 5 days a week and do big weight (225 and up), until my
shoulder made a disgusting breaking sound and it started to hurt.
Now Im doing lighter weight and crud.
Its whatever,
I think my abs still look good lol.
But please excuse me...
I must go do 200 pushups and crunches before I sleep.
I know,
I take this too serious.
Later Days
I cant use my delicate words everyday ya know?
Its nearing thanksgiving time and I mean everything is just....planned.
The cycle God places me in continues to roll as I recently
found out that I might not return to NSU next semester.
Just desserts I guess.
Now im headed to UMBC with my pal Zach and Im ready for it.
Im ready for the repeat.
Starting at the bottom all over again.
Not knowing anyone (except Zach),
being in a different area,
and just being put back into my zone.
I have to recreate and I have no problem with it at all.
This seems to be my niche and I'll accept it as long as it doesnt harm me or anyone I know.
On a different note,
my shoulder feels like its getting better.
I used to go into the weight room like 5 days a week and do big weight (225 and up), until my
shoulder made a disgusting breaking sound and it started to hurt.
Now Im doing lighter weight and crud.
Its whatever,
I think my abs still look good lol.
But please excuse me...
I must go do 200 pushups and crunches before I sleep.
I know,
I take this too serious.
Later Days
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Skywalker
Get lifted,
theres no greater feat.
I've met skywalkers and beings who look down on us tonight.
Can we see no end to the height of our heads?
We all want to be high,
but not many of us get flown.
Im just travelling the world,
searching the feel of it.
Theres not a lot of time though,
the only flaw to this serene peace.
It goes by fast, being oh so slow.
Everytime we go up,
things just seem right.
Everytime we go up,
its just up.
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So freakin blazed, its a crime
theres no greater feat.
I've met skywalkers and beings who look down on us tonight.
Can we see no end to the height of our heads?
We all want to be high,
but not many of us get flown.
Im just travelling the world,
searching the feel of it.
Theres not a lot of time though,
the only flaw to this serene peace.
It goes by fast, being oh so slow.
Everytime we go up,
things just seem right.
Everytime we go up,
its just up.
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So freakin blazed, its a crime
Thursday, November 18, 2010
We're All Having Sex with Life
Its just a feeling.
If you feel a little left behind,
I'll wait.
No really,
I dont mind at all.
You have just begun to grasp these emotions,
I've had them before.
Take my hand to a place I dont really know of.
As long as you're here,
it wont be too strange.
We can do this.
I believe in you.
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Im soo high right now
Later Days
If you feel a little left behind,
I'll wait.
No really,
I dont mind at all.
You have just begun to grasp these emotions,
I've had them before.
Take my hand to a place I dont really know of.
As long as you're here,
it wont be too strange.
We can do this.
I believe in you.
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Im soo high right now
Later Days
Monday, November 15, 2010
Lookin' For Trouble
I come from broken homes
and night rides, illuminating
street lights posted on
the corners where drugs come and go
in full supply.
Take a breath,
it doesnt last long.
Everyone around me is living for the next pay stub,
surviving is the goal cause we can't live when we old.
Smelling of depression and overtime,
bill collectors blowing up lines
and my mum just wants to sleep, but
cant with not knowing where her only child may be.
I know half of who made me
and fear what I can become;
plan b's and polo shirts are the only trends my friend's friends thrive on.
The sun shines the Kingdom with
the moon playing sin,
cause once the stars start to shine,
we out on the street,
again
and
again.
With at first no apparent aim,
but I do know I want to drink and meet a female
who can take my mind off the pain,
the stress, and uncertain future that
plagues my everyday routine.
Maybe success aint meant for me?
Perhaps Im always going to be tied to the streets
because my only talent seems to be
with a pen and wide view on things.
Introspective when silent,
dreaming with eyes awake,
yet the nightmare comes in the form of my mistakes.
Mistakes linked to the past,
experience becoming vast
when I look back and assess the decision that could have been best.
Right?
You cant answer that
because this is my life.
A small cubicle in this building of years
and no one has seen every matter of business
I've attended,
except me.
No one knows why I am who I am,
not even me,
to an extent.
Im lookin' for trouble when I question
this vessel that houses my soul,
a soul burning passion and hate
for the chance that I can hold
the hand of my love,
fruits of my success,
praises from my enemies,
and joy from the family.
This isnt even the first step.
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I just made that up
Later Days
and night rides, illuminating
street lights posted on
the corners where drugs come and go
in full supply.
Take a breath,
it doesnt last long.
Everyone around me is living for the next pay stub,
surviving is the goal cause we can't live when we old.
Smelling of depression and overtime,
bill collectors blowing up lines
and my mum just wants to sleep, but
cant with not knowing where her only child may be.
I know half of who made me
and fear what I can become;
plan b's and polo shirts are the only trends my friend's friends thrive on.
The sun shines the Kingdom with
the moon playing sin,
cause once the stars start to shine,
we out on the street,
again
and
again.
With at first no apparent aim,
but I do know I want to drink and meet a female
who can take my mind off the pain,
the stress, and uncertain future that
plagues my everyday routine.
Maybe success aint meant for me?
Perhaps Im always going to be tied to the streets
because my only talent seems to be
with a pen and wide view on things.
Introspective when silent,
dreaming with eyes awake,
yet the nightmare comes in the form of my mistakes.
Mistakes linked to the past,
experience becoming vast
when I look back and assess the decision that could have been best.
Right?
You cant answer that
because this is my life.
A small cubicle in this building of years
and no one has seen every matter of business
I've attended,
except me.
No one knows why I am who I am,
not even me,
to an extent.
Im lookin' for trouble when I question
this vessel that houses my soul,
a soul burning passion and hate
for the chance that I can hold
the hand of my love,
fruits of my success,
praises from my enemies,
and joy from the family.
This isnt even the first step.
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I just made that up
Later Days
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Im Back
Its flooding back in.
The aura I've suppressed in fear,
all the memories that granted me experience
to take down giants and decapitate the hydras of life.
Im coming back.
Me.
The real me.
I have chained my own potential to
the hounds of uncertainty,
dragged along a road paved of doubt.
Tip-toeing on my decisions to the sounds of silent chuckles that
laughed at me.
They've sent my humble vessel to his knees in the dead of night
with no scruples on their conscience.
Am I this strong?
How can I rise above all this ignorance that engulfs my spirit without losing what I am to what I dont know?
I dont really know,
but what is sure in my mind is that Im doing it.
Its happening.
Breaking down all these walls that constrained me before,
defying gravity with ease,
and Im not beneath piles of rubble as prior.
Up.
Its the only thing I can see.
Im back and
getting revenge.
Later Days
The aura I've suppressed in fear,
all the memories that granted me experience
to take down giants and decapitate the hydras of life.
Im coming back.
Me.
The real me.
I have chained my own potential to
the hounds of uncertainty,
dragged along a road paved of doubt.
Tip-toeing on my decisions to the sounds of silent chuckles that
laughed at me.
They've sent my humble vessel to his knees in the dead of night
with no scruples on their conscience.
Am I this strong?
How can I rise above all this ignorance that engulfs my spirit without losing what I am to what I dont know?
I dont really know,
but what is sure in my mind is that Im doing it.
Its happening.
Breaking down all these walls that constrained me before,
defying gravity with ease,
and Im not beneath piles of rubble as prior.
Up.
Its the only thing I can see.
Im back and
getting revenge.
Later Days
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Sour Apple
You know what really sucks?
There is no room for slacking in life.
The most ironic and utterly dissatisfying aspect of life is that people who
don't deserve success will probably get it.
Doesnt matter whether they sell drugs in college
or happen to just catch a big break by chance.
I dont know why Im on this topic for real.
I happened to be scanning by (very) old messages on Facebook and was reminded of old comrades, who
deleted me, and ancient situations I was in that seemed soo important
back then,
but they weren't never important.
There is no such thing as stress or drama.
I, personally, dont give life to events and situations.
This is going to be a short entry,
I gotta take a shower.
Later Days
There is no room for slacking in life.
The most ironic and utterly dissatisfying aspect of life is that people who
don't deserve success will probably get it.
Doesnt matter whether they sell drugs in college
or happen to just catch a big break by chance.
I dont know why Im on this topic for real.
I happened to be scanning by (very) old messages on Facebook and was reminded of old comrades, who
deleted me, and ancient situations I was in that seemed soo important
back then,
but they weren't never important.
There is no such thing as stress or drama.
I, personally, dont give life to events and situations.
This is going to be a short entry,
I gotta take a shower.
Later Days
Monday, November 8, 2010
Villians
Im a bad guy.
I just turned 18 and Im in college.
I walk the halls alone and barely speak in class.
People dont know my name, but
they know my tattoos and the bracelets I wear.
Females here aren't important to me
and Im not important to females.
Brand names arent my forte,
yet I still dress risque
with what I got...
and its growing all the time.
Im a bad guy because Im not
having sex in college
and what I tell people about my activities
back home is the truth.
Im soooo wrong because I dont lie.
To anyone.
Please,
bash my name and make up stories about me because Im doing college all wrong.
I should be hooking up with a bad bitch every night,
forgetting my friends and family in Baltimore with ease,
and losing myself to this newfound freedom,
right?
These are the rules for everyone who goes to college out of state..
right?
Well what if I said I broke the rules?
Would you even believe me?
Probably not.
Im a villian because I dont fit in to the general body of those
who have done what I haven't.
So if Im a villian,
then where are your heroes?
Who's going to stop me from breaking the mold because
to some back home,
Im a big threat.
Endangering countless lives with my lack of reckless deeds and committing
savory sins that would make a nun cry.
Stop me from myself.
Please.
I beg of thee.
A different breed always puts the species in jeopardy.
Later Days
I just turned 18 and Im in college.
I walk the halls alone and barely speak in class.
People dont know my name, but
they know my tattoos and the bracelets I wear.
Females here aren't important to me
and Im not important to females.
Brand names arent my forte,
yet I still dress risque
with what I got...
and its growing all the time.
Im a bad guy because Im not
having sex in college
and what I tell people about my activities
back home is the truth.
Im soooo wrong because I dont lie.
To anyone.
Please,
bash my name and make up stories about me because Im doing college all wrong.
I should be hooking up with a bad bitch every night,
forgetting my friends and family in Baltimore with ease,
and losing myself to this newfound freedom,
right?
These are the rules for everyone who goes to college out of state..
right?
Well what if I said I broke the rules?
Would you even believe me?
Probably not.
Im a villian because I dont fit in to the general body of those
who have done what I haven't.
So if Im a villian,
then where are your heroes?
Who's going to stop me from breaking the mold because
to some back home,
Im a big threat.
Endangering countless lives with my lack of reckless deeds and committing
savory sins that would make a nun cry.
Stop me from myself.
Please.
I beg of thee.
A different breed always puts the species in jeopardy.
Later Days
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Decisions
I didn't truthfully choose to come to Norfolk State.
I was a vigilant high school senior and had already agreed to go to school for college in Florida.
I foolishly waited until a week before my deadline to send off my papers to the school, when my town was hit with a blizzard.
A bad one.
I couldnt go to school for little more than a week.
I was essentially fucked.
I didnt have a back up planned at all.
My counselor luckily enough had connections to Norfolk State and I was admitted with no problems at all.
I hadnt even seen the school until I moved in.
I was highly disappointed.
Today, my friend Natasha and I was talking about the future and how we didnt like where we were.
She helped me see I didnt belong here.
It may be a vulgar statement, but...
Im not a nigga.
I have nigga tendencies when Im angry, but overall.... I dont fit in to the stereotype.
I like rock music along with rap.
I write poetry and can be introspective when it comes to life and the world around me.
I hate polo, fades, and majority of popular african american trends.
I rap like asher roth lol.
Aside from numerous differences I can point out between my classmates and myself,
it just boiled down to the fact that Im not happy here.
I love my friends that attend NSU, dont get me wrong, but...
if Im going to be paying the government back for my college education,
shouldn't I be paying for something I enjoyed?
I am content at NSU.
I think I would be happy at ODU.
I believe that ODU is more open minded and accepting to the different people that attend the school.
In a sense, they are more "diverse" than NSU, in my mind.
So,
im transferring.
From now on,
classes will be taken more seriously (they are taken serious now, but my B's can become A's ya know)
and Im shooting for ODU sophomore year because honestly,
I rather be happy than content.
Here,
my schedule consists of:
class, gym, work-study, eat, homework, then dorm.
Every day.
Monday thru Friday.
Weekends vary, but they generally dont offer much.
I need more.
People tell me to put myself out there, but the people Im around every single day aren't open minded, in my opinion.
Not the majority.
My argument may seem heavily flawed, but its something I feel in my heart.
I was always a quirky guy.
My aura, personality, whatever it is just doesnt click here.
So I guess I have to make like my first real college decision and commit to this:
Im transferring to ODU.
Later Days
I was a vigilant high school senior and had already agreed to go to school for college in Florida.
I foolishly waited until a week before my deadline to send off my papers to the school, when my town was hit with a blizzard.
A bad one.
I couldnt go to school for little more than a week.
I was essentially fucked.
I didnt have a back up planned at all.
My counselor luckily enough had connections to Norfolk State and I was admitted with no problems at all.
I hadnt even seen the school until I moved in.
I was highly disappointed.
Today, my friend Natasha and I was talking about the future and how we didnt like where we were.
She helped me see I didnt belong here.
It may be a vulgar statement, but...
Im not a nigga.
I have nigga tendencies when Im angry, but overall.... I dont fit in to the stereotype.
I like rock music along with rap.
I write poetry and can be introspective when it comes to life and the world around me.
I hate polo, fades, and majority of popular african american trends.
I rap like asher roth lol.
Aside from numerous differences I can point out between my classmates and myself,
it just boiled down to the fact that Im not happy here.
I love my friends that attend NSU, dont get me wrong, but...
if Im going to be paying the government back for my college education,
shouldn't I be paying for something I enjoyed?
I am content at NSU.
I think I would be happy at ODU.
I believe that ODU is more open minded and accepting to the different people that attend the school.
In a sense, they are more "diverse" than NSU, in my mind.
So,
im transferring.
From now on,
classes will be taken more seriously (they are taken serious now, but my B's can become A's ya know)
and Im shooting for ODU sophomore year because honestly,
I rather be happy than content.
Here,
my schedule consists of:
class, gym, work-study, eat, homework, then dorm.
Every day.
Monday thru Friday.
Weekends vary, but they generally dont offer much.
I need more.
People tell me to put myself out there, but the people Im around every single day aren't open minded, in my opinion.
Not the majority.
My argument may seem heavily flawed, but its something I feel in my heart.
I was always a quirky guy.
My aura, personality, whatever it is just doesnt click here.
So I guess I have to make like my first real college decision and commit to this:
Im transferring to ODU.
Later Days
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Cerberus
"The plan was to drink until the pain over, but whats worse: the pain or the hangover?"-Kanye West
I've lived that plan and failed that plan countless nights.
Weekends are open doorways that lead to unforseen events
and strangers become friends under streetlights cast in eternal night,
but its all temporary.
I always go back to the weekdays and everyone I meet in the nightlife deny me
in the light.
I guess Im ugly
or they're shamed about their decisions,
whether they had control or not.
Thats just been happening here
at Norfolk.
Am I losing my bond with a time I love most
or are the people Im around not accustomed to
the unwritten taboos and rules of night?
Is there something wrong with me
or everyone else around me?
Back home, the legacy I've created was crafted from those fabeled nights..
the ones were nothing was planned,
but everything fell into place.
Is it bad that I live for this other world?
It does have a mind and heart of its own:
The Nightlife.
We smile and laugh under its influence.
We dance under its dark shine.
And I just want it to last until I pass out.
I want it to last until everyone sees how I see this lack of light.
Light a joint,
take a couple shots,
and go out into the wild.
Im in that jungle everynight,
meeting as many night animals as I can.
__________________________________________
I talk about the nightlife too much for anyones taste.
lol, i just started writing and letting my mind wander.
I always blog when its dark...
tis' a shame.
O well,
Later Days
I've lived that plan and failed that plan countless nights.
Weekends are open doorways that lead to unforseen events
and strangers become friends under streetlights cast in eternal night,
but its all temporary.
I always go back to the weekdays and everyone I meet in the nightlife deny me
in the light.
I guess Im ugly
or they're shamed about their decisions,
whether they had control or not.
Thats just been happening here
at Norfolk.
Am I losing my bond with a time I love most
or are the people Im around not accustomed to
the unwritten taboos and rules of night?
Is there something wrong with me
or everyone else around me?
Back home, the legacy I've created was crafted from those fabeled nights..
the ones were nothing was planned,
but everything fell into place.
Is it bad that I live for this other world?
It does have a mind and heart of its own:
The Nightlife.
We smile and laugh under its influence.
We dance under its dark shine.
And I just want it to last until I pass out.
I want it to last until everyone sees how I see this lack of light.
Light a joint,
take a couple shots,
and go out into the wild.
Im in that jungle everynight,
meeting as many night animals as I can.
__________________________________________
I talk about the nightlife too much for anyones taste.
lol, i just started writing and letting my mind wander.
I always blog when its dark...
tis' a shame.
O well,
Later Days
Monday, November 1, 2010
Slow down. They say you're moving too fast.
Im trying hard as I can.
Im the type of guy who really only talks to people who is around him.
I mean "around" as like walking distance and such.
I figure the friends back home I have made know that, but they dont I guess.
Im trying as hard as I can to balance school, work, college friends, family, home friends, all with one crappy, broken cell phone, but I cant.
People want time from me they used to have, but I cant give it all the time...at least not so easily, not so planned out as before.
I dont know why I do it,
but I leave people's lives and re-enter at weird times. Its an uncanny knack I've acquired, yet this isnt the case as before. My friends back home are moving on and it kinda hurts. I already knew they were going to get lives and go on adventures that dont include me, but I still reluctantly lied to myself.
They tell me slow down because I move too fast to be caught.
However, when I come back home I slow down and it seems I cant catch anyone.
Not for a hello or even a final goodbye.
Later Days
Im the type of guy who really only talks to people who is around him.
I mean "around" as like walking distance and such.
I figure the friends back home I have made know that, but they dont I guess.
Im trying as hard as I can to balance school, work, college friends, family, home friends, all with one crappy, broken cell phone, but I cant.
People want time from me they used to have, but I cant give it all the time...at least not so easily, not so planned out as before.
I dont know why I do it,
but I leave people's lives and re-enter at weird times. Its an uncanny knack I've acquired, yet this isnt the case as before. My friends back home are moving on and it kinda hurts. I already knew they were going to get lives and go on adventures that dont include me, but I still reluctantly lied to myself.
They tell me slow down because I move too fast to be caught.
However, when I come back home I slow down and it seems I cant catch anyone.
Not for a hello or even a final goodbye.
Later Days
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