got a dirty face

you are naked inside
no matter how many layers
of clothes you wear and
no matter how many times
you tell yourself that
everyone else is not
staring there

motion sickness

I've been told my poetry goes nowhere
like a car with no gas and I think to
myself at least it's been somwhere

thoughts before breakfast

i have hated and been hated
i have drank and been drunk
and
more
importantly
i have loved and been loved

scotch tape nightmares, duct tape dreams

everywhere I go
I saw you so I
took your picture
out of the inside
of my glasses but
still didn't fix
the problem

death of an era

I sighed when I found out that myspace had died.
I sighed not for the young ones with their self
taken portraits and nonsense surveys, but for the
people I had met, the friends I had made, and
the music that was listened to by kids all around
this big blue world. Yes the website still remains
but the movement has been buried deep, somewhere
underneath a concrete printer.

rip myspace 2004-2009

today

the whole world is against me
there's all these rules, lines,
and terms that every mother fucker
with a name tag on has me agreeing
to. everything is online. EVERYTHING.
i hope to see you someday starving
in the desert to which you ask "may
I have a drink," to which I will
reply "no you stupid fuck, you gotta
go on the internet on a wednesday
or friday only between the hours
of 8am and ten am and reserve the
bottle even thou the water is right
in front of your stupid ass face."
its a crock of horse shit. everyone
is scared of breaking the rules
that someone else made only for
the purpose of being "above" you.
well congratulations you are
officially an idiot by moral and
logical standards. that's the word
I was looking for. LOGIC. this all
defies LOGIC. the bar is the only
place left that understands the
general ideas of humanity. you give
the man money, he gives you a drink.
no waiting a week, no signing some
bull shit documents, no fucking
internet options to search through.
that being said, i'm gonna fuck the
system, and then make my own.

filter moon

i killed your boyfriend
in a dream one night
which is strange because
i think hes a pretty cool guy
strange how thinks work out
strange how kids grow up
strange how when im alone
i throw up
i killed your god
in a dream last night
which is weird because
i believe in him too
strange how im being blasphemic
strange how earth is full of shit
strange how when im at home
i grow up