up and down and all around
is where my mind was spinning
what direction I could not tell
that I should have to look in
to find balance
to find my peace
to find and end to the dis-ease
I needed space to find my place
and I wasn't getting any
I tried to walk off to get some room to think
and you followed me still yelling
you were to close it got me scared
I had to lock you out
thinking you don't care
the fact is you couldn't r
a year full of memories
much better than the rest
I cannot avoid
this feeling of being blessed
when things went wrong and we got in lots of trouble
others stepped up to support
and I wish I could reward them double
no matter what was happening
God really has pulled through
I am very thankful that I can even count on you
You don't have to talk to me to make me understand
that you don't want me around anyway
silence is alarming and the voice is not charming
when abusive rants erupt
hey yo I've had enough
I don't recognize if you care anyway
I don't want to write right now.
Some would say then don't.
I don't have to do anything that I don't want to do.... and yet here I am acting like a big fool.
Doing what I'm told when it is against my wishes.
Because I don't want to ruin someone else's life.
I am working real hard to stop causing others strife.
and yet it is compounding... this strife causing I do
I want to tell this world a big F.U. and let it burn into rubble
the only problem is I'm on i
I have decided that I do not want to write things just because an evil thought thinks that it will sound cool....
It may be not punk.... but I want to write happy like Green Day did in Pollyanna only without a doubtful ending to the songs.
It will take some practice, I have faith I can get there when I put forth the effort.
I need to set self boundaries to stop the abuse cycle within myself.
I have been abused for decades.... it's time I stop abusing myself.
Just writing to be writing
just waiting to wait
just not jumping
it's great to appreciate
the dreams they come in shadows
there to hypnotize
am driving myself bonkers
wanting to apologize
I realize your world is not about me
so much coincidence
is making me feel like you see me in shadows
what is up with that?
We all write about ourselves
we all write about our thoughts
we all write about others
we all write what was tau
haiku about you
give yourself time to realize
mistakes happen too
we are not best friends
or enemies and yet I
am feeling sorry
I want to be there
to apologize for the
one thing that I lost
it cost so much that
an eternity won't fix
don't you dare stop now
You've got a world to
change don't quit
you don’t look pretty
you are scum
you have not won
he is angry
And it’s your fault
to be with you
he’d rather not
you’re an act
you are a fool
You are stupid
you think you’re cool
heres the sound
of many things
to put you down
you go unnoticed
no one should care
if you exist
no don’t you dare
We need to check our own selves in the sparkling waters of self reflection of our behavior from time to time to see what inner beauty we hold so that we can behold our own thought and consider what is reality and what is twisted and what does do shine..... is it our aspirations, our inspirations or negativity that takes the center light and what is it that we choose to bring out into the spot light on our perspective of a perfect stage. It is not quite so simple as what we physically view and wh
Dear friend…Stop bullying yourself… you know who you are. You are important in this life. Do not worry about how things will turn out, think about what you can do now to make your life better.. be it talking to a friend or creating a work of art in something considered mundane.
The next time you see how you fold your towels you will realize how much time you have spent to appreciate you. Now please show yourself some love. That simple task of taking care in what you do is achievable. So
Your heart screams
but do you listen
to the wisdom given
when it is
What's going to live
when all around you is death
and how can you get rid of the blue
when everything is every color
except the one you see
and even that is reflecting
When will you learn to accept
a world that's not perfect in your heart
and stop making chaos for
what is not your decision to make
Now be great!
So, I don't have much in the way other socials, and IK I'm barely active on here, but. This site is kind-of like a void. Green Day fans seem to just ignore you and not interact if they're not your friends. and I like that. So here I am, writing out my stream of consciousness.
My family has a kinda funny tradition where we give my dad, who's hyper-masculine and kinda brash, a shirt or mug or something that has a cute picture of our chihuahua on it because, idk, it's funny to see him wearing
What does it mean to be human?
I’ve asked myself this question many times. I’ve spent my entire life studying these odd creature in attempt to better understand them. I’ve infiltrated their inner circles and even learned their ways in passing.
You many notice that I’m talking about humans as if I’m not one myself. That’s because I’ve never felt like one. I feel like I’m the narrator of everyone’s lives, and it’s my job to watch and document.
Crazy, right? I know. I know I’m crazy.
Ah yes, the first day of February. Alas, the biased, incomplete history of a whole race people can be crammed down naieve people everywhere.
I live in the grand ol’ American south, so maybe my experience with this dreaded excuse of inclusiveness is different than others.
So let’s start off with some universal truths. Who does this month service? Who does it educate?
I can answer that. Black history month is just an excuse for white people to say that they’re woke because they kn
1. @The Grohl saying “vigorous self love”. I will never forget that as long as I live.
2. My sister brought to my attention that Rivers Cuomo’s current aesthetic looks like a child molester. The scary part is that I actually thought it suits him.
3. @The Grohl saying “vigorous self love”. That sounds like something my mother would say. *shudders*
4. My neighbor across the street threw a knife at me when I was getting in my car this morning and it almost hit me. I got in my car and
I got through a song today, and it only took six hours to record. It just used some stupid robot drums (sounds terrible) in lieu of a drummer. I now have to learn how to mix and edit (or whatever the fuck producers do), but that should be easy. I have my work cut out for me.
I absolutely hate the way it sounds (though I loved it when I heard it the first seven million times. Now all the little things that I thought added to it’s charm make me want to burn it all and start over). I’m just g
OK Human was the light of this godawful January. It brought joy, laughter, and inspiration for its listeners. It starts off strong and only gets better as it progresses.
All My Favorite Songs is a modern rock hit with lyrics that touch you in the chest. It's a perfect choice for a lead single. It's an ultimate loser anthem that everyone can relate to.
Aloo Gobi is a beautiful song that invokes a rollercoaster of emotions. The chorus is a perfect example of the way everyone feels during
La la land is fun so far. It’s just like the real word, except for the fact that I enjoy living.
In my mind, I’m just an average Joe with a shitty job and miserably single. I live in a dull routine. But I have dreams, aspirations, goals... a will to live. While the life I’ve created is not one that I want in reality, it’s one in which I’m happy. Happy is a start.
I can’t keep track of time. Hours feel like days. Days feel like months. I feel like I’m sleeping half the time I’m awake.