Who else is with me?
We can't end this war, but by God, we can start a revolution.
Let's kill all the patriots, impaling them on the staff of their American flags for the tyranny and lies sown into our past.
I want the blood to slowly drip to the soil as we sing "this land is your land, this land is my land" to the tune of their last gasps.
If loving one another was our only job, there would be no recession,
but somewhere along the lines we got greedy with all that money in our hands.
Kill the people. Kill the dreams. Kill the fears. Kill for the thrill of free screams.
Take up your smores and chocolate! Let's start a bonfire on the Smithsonian Museum.
It doesnt look like we, as a society, are going anywhere worth mention.
Shit happens and change is the only thing constant in life, so let's kill tonight.
Burn shit. Burn it all. If I watch the world burn, I might fall in love with it.
How can I make a history with no future?
For the pursuit of knowledge, I must bury my entire life in debt;
forget academic hopes, Im skipping class again.
Someone please strike me down, so I can become more powerful than they've ever imagined.
Fuck school. Fuck money. I just wanted to make it.
Later Days
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
In The Middle
I deal with oxymoron's and confusing feelings all the time.
Come by once in a while, but dont be seen please because
when I look at you, I can only see my greatest joy and ultimate mistake.
You are a vessel of fear that sends my heart on shock, so I run away when I crave your touch.
Running away...
ha, how that does me so much pride; It's pretty useless really when my thoughts opt to sit and wait for your arrival.
Never ending are these physical strides; leaping and jumping happen too because the goal is to get away from you.
But whats the point? Wheres the prize? I can't run away from you without fleeing what makes me.
My image is yours to a certain degree, so I end up trying to escape a wilderness of mirrors.
In the middle isn't where you belong, beating myself up, knowing this fact all along, yet I have the answer.
I'll put you ahead, where anything from birth to death can happen.
Later Days
Come by once in a while, but dont be seen please because
when I look at you, I can only see my greatest joy and ultimate mistake.
You are a vessel of fear that sends my heart on shock, so I run away when I crave your touch.
Running away...
ha, how that does me so much pride; It's pretty useless really when my thoughts opt to sit and wait for your arrival.
Never ending are these physical strides; leaping and jumping happen too because the goal is to get away from you.
But whats the point? Wheres the prize? I can't run away from you without fleeing what makes me.
My image is yours to a certain degree, so I end up trying to escape a wilderness of mirrors.
In the middle isn't where you belong, beating myself up, knowing this fact all along, yet I have the answer.
I'll put you ahead, where anything from birth to death can happen.
Later Days
If I Ever Leave
When its time to go, I'll give up my hopeful wings and head forth with a level head.
No more random encounters to seek nor dates I try to plan around your closed schedule.
I'll go home and sit alone upon my throne.
Until then, I'll never go to sleep on those dreams of possibilities.
I could save your life in so many ways; count the number of times you claim I've scared you and just take into account the number of times I've made you happy.
Think of the ways I can make you smile.
You're stuck in the past, a history of grief.
I should reconsider these words, but I can't let you stay there. There's a brighter fate for us.
There's nowhere for me to turn and no place to hide; all the rocks are overturned and I dont want to miss you seeing me gaze in your eyes.
If I ever leave them, I dont think you would care.
If I ever leave, I dont think you would want to be reminded of me.
Later Days
No more random encounters to seek nor dates I try to plan around your closed schedule.
I'll go home and sit alone upon my throne.
Until then, I'll never go to sleep on those dreams of possibilities.
I could save your life in so many ways; count the number of times you claim I've scared you and just take into account the number of times I've made you happy.
Think of the ways I can make you smile.
You're stuck in the past, a history of grief.
I should reconsider these words, but I can't let you stay there. There's a brighter fate for us.
There's nowhere for me to turn and no place to hide; all the rocks are overturned and I dont want to miss you seeing me gaze in your eyes.
If I ever leave them, I dont think you would care.
If I ever leave, I dont think you would want to be reminded of me.
Later Days
Thursday, April 21, 2011
New Turns
Havent been on here in a minute...
found myself around towns.
Im just trying to make new turns here and there, because I'm the only one who knows best about getting lost and found.
Summers getting closer.
Winter looks like it was never here.
When I close my eyes, I see nothing but the delightful chaos I've always wanted to live in all around me.
Later Days
found myself around towns.
Im just trying to make new turns here and there, because I'm the only one who knows best about getting lost and found.
Summers getting closer.
Winter looks like it was never here.
When I close my eyes, I see nothing but the delightful chaos I've always wanted to live in all around me.
Later Days
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
So What
My head actually hurts tonight. I guess I was on the computer too long.
Hope this weekend gets me where I wanna be.
Lost in unfamiliar streets.
Short post, bed calling
Night
Later Days
Hope this weekend gets me where I wanna be.
Lost in unfamiliar streets.
Short post, bed calling
Night
Later Days
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Separate Lives
More confidence and less fear...
Maybe we living separate lives. Nothing seems to line up for us. I dont know if you've recognized.
Im acting like a different person; a stranger to myself. This is new for me too. I dont know why I do the things I do, but its just what I do.
You are steady losing the magic that opened my eyes to your true beauty. The butterflies you gave me upon first sight are dying one by one in a love genocide.
We still trying to make this work and happen for the best, although the best times we have together are only when we having sex.
Maybe we living separate lives, only destined to intersect at a later time.
You say come to you like a man and speak my thoughts and feelings without restraint.
Honestly, deep down, I think you're scared to lose me.
On the surface, it looks like Im not afraid to live on without you because
I need you a little less every time you say you love me, and I ask why.
The answer never goes beyond "because I do".
This crazy train is reckless and we're speeding at different sides.
Maybe we'll collide.
Maybe we'll die.
Later Days
Maybe we living separate lives. Nothing seems to line up for us. I dont know if you've recognized.
Im acting like a different person; a stranger to myself. This is new for me too. I dont know why I do the things I do, but its just what I do.
You are steady losing the magic that opened my eyes to your true beauty. The butterflies you gave me upon first sight are dying one by one in a love genocide.
We still trying to make this work and happen for the best, although the best times we have together are only when we having sex.
Maybe we living separate lives, only destined to intersect at a later time.
You say come to you like a man and speak my thoughts and feelings without restraint.
Honestly, deep down, I think you're scared to lose me.
On the surface, it looks like Im not afraid to live on without you because
I need you a little less every time you say you love me, and I ask why.
The answer never goes beyond "because I do".
This crazy train is reckless and we're speeding at different sides.
Maybe we'll collide.
Maybe we'll die.
Later Days
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Get Off My Back
These are good days. I can feel it.
I got my singing voice back and I'll probably pen down a couple songs like I used to do in 9th grade. My friend Matt said he'd teach me guitar, although I know he prolly frontin', but I still appreciated the gesture.
Heats coming by quick and I got some big decisions to make.
School, the future, my odd future....
they are all swoopin' in quick and Im just gonna take it all in stride.
No one can ever help me with these things, so Im in it to win it all alone.
I love the confusion present, but how I wish past ghosts would get off my back.
Later Days
I got my singing voice back and I'll probably pen down a couple songs like I used to do in 9th grade. My friend Matt said he'd teach me guitar, although I know he prolly frontin', but I still appreciated the gesture.
Heats coming by quick and I got some big decisions to make.
School, the future, my odd future....
they are all swoopin' in quick and Im just gonna take it all in stride.
No one can ever help me with these things, so Im in it to win it all alone.
I love the confusion present, but how I wish past ghosts would get off my back.
Later Days
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Blowin' Up my Phone
Starting to anger me.
Got nobodies talking in my ear...
Got everybody hear you ridicule me...
You must've forgotten who was on the other line.
Dominick.
#1 in rank of "Not taking your Bull"
Later Days
Got nobodies talking in my ear...
Got everybody hear you ridicule me...
You must've forgotten who was on the other line.
Dominick.
#1 in rank of "Not taking your Bull"
Later Days
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Texts From Last Night
11:35 pm
How do you treat someone you love so bad?
11:43 pm
I am not going to let you make me into a weak bitch.
11:45 pm
I fucking hate you. It is all your fault.
11:48 pm
You are a piece of shit for making me cry all the damn time.
11:54 pm
U horrible fuck.
12:04 am
U are cold and unaware
I dont know when I became this guy, but Im guessing it was over time.
I dont know when I became this monster, but I guess its a part of my life.
Later Days
How do you treat someone you love so bad?
11:43 pm
I am not going to let you make me into a weak bitch.
11:45 pm
I fucking hate you. It is all your fault.
11:48 pm
You are a piece of shit for making me cry all the damn time.
11:54 pm
U horrible fuck.
12:04 am
U are cold and unaware
I dont know when I became this guy, but Im guessing it was over time.
I dont know when I became this monster, but I guess its a part of my life.
Later Days
One of Us
Im totally time displaced.
Its Tuesday, yet I swear if I had to bet money on it, I would tell you it feels like Thursday.
Just took my mythology test (I know, wtf was I thinking), hope I pass it.
Ready for this week to be done, next week will yield so much more variety for me, especially since I just found out that I have a test next Thursday.
Thank God for syllabuses!
This life thing is pretty drawn out, but Im pushing for 80 degree weather all the time.
Khaki shorts and white v-necks.
Chucks laced up.
Summer will be ready if I already am.
I find it a laugh riot how people are just scurrying to get their "summer body" in time for May. I had my own body ready since January.
Takes discipline and work to be one of us.
The ready.
Later Days
Its Tuesday, yet I swear if I had to bet money on it, I would tell you it feels like Thursday.
Just took my mythology test (I know, wtf was I thinking), hope I pass it.
Ready for this week to be done, next week will yield so much more variety for me, especially since I just found out that I have a test next Thursday.
Thank God for syllabuses!
This life thing is pretty drawn out, but Im pushing for 80 degree weather all the time.
Khaki shorts and white v-necks.
Chucks laced up.
Summer will be ready if I already am.
I find it a laugh riot how people are just scurrying to get their "summer body" in time for May. I had my own body ready since January.
Takes discipline and work to be one of us.
The ready.
Later Days
Monday, April 4, 2011
Poison For Two
Oh, I thought I was done drinking poison for two.
These bright nights and shady days can't hide it anymore;
no one knows what I really feel anymore. I say it loud and proud:
"Im fine, Im all fine and dandy these days now."
And no matter what I say,
only my heart knows that my mouth is lying.
Oh, I figured this concoction would do.
You took enough life out of me with ease. The temptress you are has no soul.
Red lipstick with that black dress fitted to your frame.
You are original sin in the 21st century.
Smelling of sweet, spiced wine, leaving me enticed.
I daresay your kiss left something else to be desired;
the rest of you.
In secret times,
I wondered if you were a vampire the way you sucked my love dry.
Now I see with clearer eyes your true form;
a succubus amongst us mortals.
Oh oh oh,
Im done drinking for two.
Take your own dose as you cry in slumber.
They say a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down and
no truer words have ever been recorded from my experience.
I can take my poison with dignity and slight joy hearing you call my name out to the clouds,
even they know what you never wanted to come...
Im never coming back home to you.
A pain upon us both, yet
a hidden pleasure I underhandedly enjoy.
Later Days
These bright nights and shady days can't hide it anymore;
no one knows what I really feel anymore. I say it loud and proud:
"Im fine, Im all fine and dandy these days now."
And no matter what I say,
only my heart knows that my mouth is lying.
Oh, I figured this concoction would do.
You took enough life out of me with ease. The temptress you are has no soul.
Red lipstick with that black dress fitted to your frame.
You are original sin in the 21st century.
Smelling of sweet, spiced wine, leaving me enticed.
I daresay your kiss left something else to be desired;
the rest of you.
In secret times,
I wondered if you were a vampire the way you sucked my love dry.
Now I see with clearer eyes your true form;
a succubus amongst us mortals.
Oh oh oh,
Im done drinking for two.
Take your own dose as you cry in slumber.
They say a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down and
no truer words have ever been recorded from my experience.
I can take my poison with dignity and slight joy hearing you call my name out to the clouds,
even they know what you never wanted to come...
Im never coming back home to you.
A pain upon us both, yet
a hidden pleasure I underhandedly enjoy.
Later Days
I Think Im Ready to Go
I hope God gives me the strength to get through these last two months.
They haven't really been stressful, just tiresome and stretched in nature.
I know I want to leave this school for sure.
Im ready to go.
But Im not sure where to.
I want to go to Temple,
yet I feel it would impose on my dear friend Gary.
He welcomes my ambition with open arms, although there is still an air of uncertainty in his expression.
It may just be a constructed illusion, I dont know. Im not one to read into the vexing matters of puzzlement.
All in all,
Im waiting for this financial aid to kick through and give me more money, so I can pay out this semester in full and be on my way.
Come next semester, there wont be anything but light farewells and crocodile tears for my departure from Maryland; this dead-end state.
I have seen firsthand how this place can usurp one's soul if you linger here to long.
At first it'll seem like the safest choice, while
slowly becoming the sole option,
and then lastly, your own prison.
I've seen the proud grow old and weary within this concrete jungle.
I think Im ready to leave this town now before it takes me too.
Later Days
They haven't really been stressful, just tiresome and stretched in nature.
I know I want to leave this school for sure.
Im ready to go.
But Im not sure where to.
I want to go to Temple,
yet I feel it would impose on my dear friend Gary.
He welcomes my ambition with open arms, although there is still an air of uncertainty in his expression.
It may just be a constructed illusion, I dont know. Im not one to read into the vexing matters of puzzlement.
All in all,
Im waiting for this financial aid to kick through and give me more money, so I can pay out this semester in full and be on my way.
Come next semester, there wont be anything but light farewells and crocodile tears for my departure from Maryland; this dead-end state.
I have seen firsthand how this place can usurp one's soul if you linger here to long.
At first it'll seem like the safest choice, while
slowly becoming the sole option,
and then lastly, your own prison.
I've seen the proud grow old and weary within this concrete jungle.
I think Im ready to leave this town now before it takes me too.
Later Days
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Cafe Time
You may find me butchered in a cave of my own loneliness,
waiting for something like me to come around.
All these tongues stirring in this room,
breaking and making my heart and hopes,
yet none form words that call my name.
Those eyes watching me.
They dont know me, they only know my tattoos.
Spin more spaghetti noodles to this ever heavy fork.
Trembling legs file in and out of that buffet line of life;
varieties of unnumbered people unknown, and I still wont find my own kin.
So I leave with a stomach full, but a hunger for more.
Later Days
waiting for something like me to come around.
All these tongues stirring in this room,
breaking and making my heart and hopes,
yet none form words that call my name.
Those eyes watching me.
They dont know me, they only know my tattoos.
Spin more spaghetti noodles to this ever heavy fork.
Trembling legs file in and out of that buffet line of life;
varieties of unnumbered people unknown, and I still wont find my own kin.
So I leave with a stomach full, but a hunger for more.
Later Days
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