October 2011
I see you riding
Downtown with the girl I love and Im like, haiku 
Oct 1st
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September 2011
Ghost hunting TV shows are fucking stupid
“Oh my god it just got so cold in here” “Oh my god did you feel that” “Dude I think I just felt something” “Did you hear that?” Repeat over and over for half an hour while grainy video shows nothing. Yeah that is quality entertainment 
Sep 30th
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I am not of this world
This selfish, vile cruel world I am not of this dimension  This shallow, heartless revolting dimension A higher plane of existence  is right outside your door You must simply open your mind To the all encompassing good Which lives within my heart Where love is pure and instantaneous  And you are nothing but overwhelming brilliance  I am not of that useless world They have tried to...
Sep 30th
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I stumbled through the ashes of a life left behind...
I cant trust these thoughts that roam inside my mind I wish for hope or a light in the dark I look to you for a hint of a spark  Open my eyes take me to heaven  Im running from something that Ive never seen Trying to erase all that I used to be Reach out to me, Im drowning below Im pulling you under, dont ever let go Open your mind save me from heaven
Sep 29th
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Inspired to die
I am no longer willing to live This world is not the beautiful and wonderous place promised to me as a child I can not be all that I can be I can not even feel free to be me This world is not romantic This world is a mess and all of you You’re just like the rest Every single last person I meet Every thug I run into on the street You damage my soul like you damage this world I feel...
Sep 29th
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English boys and Russian Girls
In my youth I was so much stronger I carried my pride around like it was a prize Everything I wanted I fought for Everything I needed would be mine I would never be the first to look away I would never listen to words they say And all our friends are dying now Dead in the ground or dying now We do our best to keep holdin out We do our best to stay true   So meet me under the toll...
Sep 29th
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The fifth week of tour/Novel Excerpt Rough Draft
Jimmy, Chris, Tyler and I are headed to the mall to promote tonights show.  I believe this is Richmond Virginia but I really haven’t been paying attention.  We’re standing in front of the record store when two young girls make their way over to us.  They introduce themselves as Charlotte and Lauren, they say they’ve heard of our band, I don’t really believe them, but I’m not going to argue....
Sep 29th
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People who say "Swag"
Are stupid.
Sep 29th
Sep 28th
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“People only do their best at things they truly enjoy”
– Jack Nicklaus 
Sep 27th
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Today is the 25th anniversary of Cliff Burtons...
And the bus accident which killed him was the beginning of the end for Metallica as a credible metal band. It turns out they just cant write anything that doesnt suck without him
Sep 27th
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Avenged Sevenfold was Awesome
I am rather annoyed that they only played one song from waking the fallen and zero from sounding the seventh trumpet but they did play a little piece of heaven which was ridiculously awesome. Its so weird going to see a band that I have been watching since I was 15 and seeing little 11 and 12 year old kids there. I heard some hilarious little kids talking about City of Evil being their old...
Sep 26th
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I just rolled over and hit my face on The Poetry...
I need more shelf space my bed has been invaded  I have borders going out of business sale to thank My book collection swelled obnoxiously over the past two months.
Sep 25th
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You need a bit more practice before you tackle me
You may want to step up from vodka to everclear  to get an idea of what it would be You’ll be intoxicated after just one kiss I am twice as addictive as the strongest drug but always smooth the hangover is harsh But well worth it and once you’ve had me you will always want me.
Sep 25th
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Oh please hush Elena
It just isn’t the same when you scream out in pain Please promise to remember to forget my name Because you are you and I am me and those are the only people we will ever be But what of love and what of war and what of the things we all fought for Please tell me you remember the way we were Please tell me that you were never her. And I promise not to be like him I promise not to be...
Sep 25th
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I really do have an erection
I wasnt trying to be witty or cute. Lost somewhere deep inside of you is where I find myself In the moment we connect and my pleasure becomes yours it means more than an orgasm Its a purpose  a will a way A necessary function and a reason to exist You need me as much as I need you And I can feel it in the way you kiss me I can feel it when your fingernails dig into me I can feel it...
Sep 25th
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ladykushplease asked: why do you love to write?
Sep 25th
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“Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my...”
– A. E. Housman
Sep 25th
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I am really yes really
I know what you think everyone knows my name and at least locally I must have gained some sort of recognition and fame I must have mastered this game But right now I am on my knees digging for change. Flipping couch cushions and searching through chairs Going through jean pockets, each and every pair. I guess there is something to be said for a savings account  And saving in general...
Sep 25th
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Baby I'm a cyclone
It can be something that grabs a hold of a man You won’t see it while you’re caught up in it Something like the eye of the storm Where it all goes quiet  and everything is still You find yourself amongst the demons Set in stone One of many Birds of a feather Surrounded by what you should fear  but you feel right at home And that may be even more terrifying  You’ll...
Sep 24th
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Hello my name is wasted potential
I cant find another who thinks the way I think I cant find another who drinks the way I drink I choke down cheap whiskey and smash up expensive pills I dont do it for fun I dont do it for thrills I do it to escape This world so cruel I do it to hide myself from all of you A world that left me People who hate me It isnt my fault You just dont understand me I am so complex Listen...
Sep 23rd
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I am a cyber bully
If you dont kill yourself I am going to say bad things about you on the internet and everyone knows It is better to be dead than to have someone say something bad about you on the internet
Sep 22nd
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You should all know
That I do these sorts of things rather often So feel free to unfollow me if your easily offended by someone telling the truth. I drink because I want to drink I do not say rude things because I am drunk. I say them because they need to be said Because so many of you are thinking them yet so few are willing to say I do not fear the loss of followers nor do I fear the anonymous attacks So...
Sep 22nd
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PLEASE PAY ATTENTION TO ME
Lost in a cloud of something worse than self doubt I need to give in just to get clear Each day I wake surprised by the sun I reach for the blinds only to find they’ve already been drawn The heat in my head travels through my veins  The poison in my heart pumps to my brain  My cage is rattled, my thoughts asunder  And this thing I love it is pulling me under Where does one turn when...
Sep 22nd
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Sep 22nd
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Vivaldi
 download everything illegally  The only money I spend on physical media comes in the form of vinyl  There is just something so satisfying about the way a record feels in your hands It is something like that of a book when compared to an E-reader I will always have the shelf space for an old classic or a new favorite  And I will always take the time to listen to Vivaldi  The beauty...
Sep 22nd
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I am far too attractive to be so poor
How can I take advantage of my good looks Need I sell my soul to the devil  Put on some tight pants and a pair of boots and call myself the midnight cowboy Weary old women with money to burn Turning every trick I could possibly turn How much would I charge for oral or for a fuck How far will I go to make a quick buck I know I have the skills, the look and the cock Now I just need to...
Sep 22nd
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If only it were that simple
I wish I were a fish alone in a bowl swimming in circles the whole day through The flakes of food would drop from the sky like magic and I would never question what exists outside my world There would be some rocks, some plants, a deep sea diver and a cave. Everything would be certain black and white and concrete and there would be no need to wonder what could be.
Sep 22nd
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Tumblr doesnt want me to write poetry or prose
Tumblr wants me to be an asshole to everyone. I am generally ignored now while writing normal things but I receive loads of attention when I go back to being an obnoxious asshole. I am a prisoner in a jail of my own creation. I have created this persona or character  that everyone loves to hate and now it seems to be all you want. So it is either Write about sex Call someone out on their...
Sep 22nd
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The recession is over
Her love spins me round like a ballerina on a stage Her eyes keep my fascinated like a story on a page Her heart beats with mine in time like a song The shortest time away from seems much too long. Her lips speak truths as lovely as a dream Her smile lights up like the brightest sun beam Her voice is as beautiful as the most magnificent view I know that our love will be forever true. Her...
Sep 21st
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This is love story
You and I sweet demon, we shall conquer heaven from hell My dark princess, nothing would seem more lovely than ruling at your side The power you breath ran through my veins and I can think of no other I would rather share this power with Let us take to the sky in search of our next great feast Our armies shall rise when the moon is once again full
Sep 21st
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"It must be nice" she said
To have friends in high places But I wouldn’t really know now would I I’ve spent my life staring up from the bottom Low class White trash Scumbag  No cash. I’ve had to scratch and claw for every thing I have ever had No legacy scholarships here My great grandpa didnt build a legacy  He built the homes of those who did. And the family business is manual labor  Not the stock market...
Sep 21st
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Nothing ever dies
It just ends up somewhere else the bottom of the ocean or a deep dry desert  One mans garbage is another mans breakfast  Wherever you grow up You know no different So make your own fun and always remember You have another life waiting to be lived When this one is done
Sep 21st
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Straight Edge kids are usually really fucking...
Being addicted to video games and energy drinks doesnt make you any better than me or anyone else who decides to drink or use drugs. Keep your lifestyle choices to yourself.  It isnt something to be proud of.  Anyone can choose to do whatever the fuck they want to do. Oh well Its not like any straight edgers last past 22 anyway. You’re gonna look like a fucking idiot sitting at the bar...
Sep 20th
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When it rains, it pours.
First comes relapse  Then comes rehab Rehab?   That’s a joke. Its more like a speed trap I don’t need Jesus to stop the pain I just need needles filling my veins  I dont need therapy  Not a group sob session I just need someone to stop this obsession  This obsession I have with wanting to die It just isnt in me to whine and cry A morbid ending is more my style  Laying on the floor...
Sep 19th
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There is a love
Though I normally prefer taking them from behind A girl with your class deserves something far less crass Perhaps a bit of romance The type of scene where I take my time worshiping each and every inch of your body with my lips and my hands. I am a preacher and you would be my pulpit.  Id stand before your body and pontificate of my great romances. With your flesh as a visual aid the...
Sep 19th
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She didn't know but she'd always wondered
As she lay in bed examining her thoughts only one seemed to cut through the mess and stress of a long week.  It was desire.  Her desire for him.  The one she wouldn’t let herself have. He was crass, vulgar, aggressive, cocky and antagonistic. She was shy, gentle, reserved, passive and polite. But she couldn’t help the way she felt.  She couldn’t stop his face from popping into...
Sep 19th
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I follow you because you
Are either A: A great writer  B: Very attractive  C: Stupid enough to entertain me with your awfulness  It is up to you to decide which group you belong to. What do you think?
Sep 19th
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Because it is you.
The pleasures of your flesh and its most inviting inches have yet to be discovered by the body of a man and the soft and gentle kindness that exists within your heart has yet to be appreciated by any. The softness that one would know from being in love with you is an undiscovered secret, buried treasure waiting to enrich ones life making him the most wealthy and enviable man on earth.
Sep 19th
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How much dub could a dubstep step if a dubstep...
I’m not sure, but no matter much dub the dubstep did dub it would still sound fucking stupid.
Sep 19th
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Drawing
Today’s all sorts a’ fucked up. I never meant to be in this damned class. I came home one day to find a paper on my desk, signed by my mom, a’ course. She says it’ll do me some good. But I dunno what good drawing is. Not when I’m fucked up as it is. No drawing class can fix that. But I’ll pretend it’s real special so Mom doesn’t have to get upset no more. Anyway, I cut class today real smooth....
Sep 19th
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How much ground could a groundhog ground if a...
Sep 19th
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She imagined her hands as his
They would know her body so well There is something about an experienced man he touches all the right spots. And though you’re wary of his past and his intentions you forget it all as you melt into him His lips are soft but firm His hands strong and worn You can almost see the loneliness in his eyes And when he makes love to you it is almost always from behind You hope he...
Sep 17th
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And we dance
She found herself lost within his grip lost inside his eyes And though she always knew He was capable of hurt capable of lies It mattered not For she was his and for now he was hers And all that really mattered where the minutes and hours they spent in each other arms.
Sep 17th
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Her eyes searched his
looking for a sign, something to point her in the right direction. He watched her as she watched him, her attention never wavered. His heart beat strongly, hard enough to move his shirt. She reached forward and placed her hand hand on his chest, she felt his breathing. He flinched just a bit at her touch. She began unbuttoning the shirt, slowly and deliberately. He never took his eyes off of...
Sep 17th
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If you were here right now
I lead you by the hand into the bedroom and close the door behind us.  I turn you around and undo my tie from around my neck, before you have time to react I have your hands tied tight behind you.  As I cinch it even tighter you let out a moan of surprise, I kiss you on the back of the neck and push you down over the bed. I run my hands up and down the smooth, soft, warm skin on your back.  My...
Sep 17th
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Sep 17th
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I dream of a girl I can not have
Though your heart belongs to another, your mind cant help but wonder. You cant help but think of what might have been. I know you believe in heaven and in destiny, but could you ever believe in you and me? Ive been searching for answers all my days, Ive been looking for something, trying to find my way. Never have I known a girl to shine like you and sometimes I think you’re the one to lead me...
Sep 17th
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An unexpected lover
Jamie sat on the bed his sight taken from him by the blindfold Megan had wrapped around his head. He could hear her giggling as she walked towards the door and then he head another voice one he didnt recognize  It was Sandy The tall brown haired vixen Megan had meet the week before at the bar They walked over to Jaime and knelt in front of him He could feel their breath as they hovered...
Sep 16th
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Too tired for sleep
Too sad for dreams Too wicked for nightmares I am the face who haunts your rest Wicked Soul Wicked Soul When is it that you lost control Can you pinpoint the moment The exact second What about the date? Month or year? How long have you been on this path Have the bread crumbs been swept away How will you find your way back now dear
Sep 16th
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