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Flames roaring high, reaching nothing while grasping for myth. Touching the canvas solidifys that it lies beneath your fingers not that the grass is real. Victory comes only after battle. A foot print on the sand, to be washed away; Pink and purple shadows walking, growing, aging and fading; A glance and a whisper of imagry arrives. Compression setting in for claustrophobic effect, desired in conquering the mind. A paint brush scamming and scribbling. Blotting out mistakes, need be in place. A neckless, created by pattern, with a kink, in the end a single random out of place bead. With out that beauty is an illusion. Greed, Desire, blocking out unwanted ideals, and add-ons. Wrinkled fingers and stained white blotches. Remain the key to communication, a tool for organization. As the sun rises, knowledge of it’s presence before peaking over the mountain edge. Small words taking forms greater than goliath, larger ones complicating the untrained. nothing without something. something becoming reality which is nothing. repeated in backwards order changing process and becoming something different.
Seriously. I’d like to know.
I think I’m my biggest problem.
How do you just say “FUCK IT”
and live how you want to
despite what other people say.
How do you just ignore it?
Have i got it wrong..?
am i just supposed to change it somehow?
do i…?
I think it’s just because i’ve always had a certain way
of being told who to be
now i don’t
and i’m quiet clueless as to what
to do with myself.
Who am I??
I.?
there’s nothing anyone can even say to that.
right now,
i don’t even have anything to say to that.
whatever i do what i want.
wait..
no, i don’t.
Geeze.
happy thoughts oh where are you?
good things oh where have you gone?
what happened to what i thought was reality?
where have i gone?
it’s like i’ve momentarily checked out mentally
and now i’m running
on pure instincts.
&& there’s not much there.
my world as i look around
is strange and unfamiliar
every time i check back in with myself
it seems that i don’t recognize the girl in the mirror.
she’s always changing.
when i check back in for good, i better have
some dam good stories.
and explanations.
because right now. i don’t have shit.
you should have known. thats all i can think of.
but the message somehow got lost in translation.
the reality did.
oh well. one more day wasted.
emo=state of depression, while still in mind, before crazy.
it’s supposed to be you can control it.
but then it’s supposed to be [life=control]
because then your a control freak[if you do]
it’s all commentary in this game we set ourselves up for.
This blink in time.
nothing seems to rhyme.
things are in a way, getting there.
but then there’s that
little frustration of waiting for the water to boil
then fuck it, put the noodles in
then throw away the instructions
then, duh, you don’t need em anyways
how many times have you made mac and cheese?
please.
time is getting in the way of boredum
boredom likewise for time
dont you wish you had some wine
i don’t actually have any friends it feels like
just people saying “we’re here”
ok, your there, doesn’t do any good when nothing happens
people using, me using, boredom still sits untouched
i do a million things in a day to pass time
but at the end of the line
it’s what sits and awaits me.
bleek. meek, seek.
BAH! idk.
I JUST WANT TO DRIVE FOR MILES AND MILES
and get away from here, and stay far away. the farther away the happier i’ll be.
everything boiled down just seems
so…again i don’t know.
[welll actually] it’s not that i don’t know
its that i just don’t want to think about it
i’ll just go finish the cheese mac thats prolly ruined cuz i forgot it
while playing cards. and writing. and drifting off into thought.
peace.
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1. walks are the best.
2. don’t try and make up poetry, it’s something that comes to you, all you have to do is put it on the paper.
3.movies with British accents are better. no one knows why, they just are.
4. if you can’t wake up in the morning try having someone turn on all the lights in the house and pump some rockin music. gets the blood flowing. and the mind in gear.
5.it’s a good idea to try change into pants that aren’t your sisters new one’s before messing with oil based paint, while painting the siding on your house. i know, rare occurrence for most folks, but just for in case anything similar comes up.
6. bad idea to try and imitate great paintings, your love for the original will kill your appreciation of your own work guaranteed if your not an expert at that sort of thing.
7. when in doubt, forget it and take a long shower.
8. the last and final piece of advise today because i’m running out of ideas is, not everything has to be a debate [but on the plus side it can be really fun just for the sake of arguing. i guess it's one of those you have to be into that kinda thing, to agree with this, kinda things. ]
