do you really want an honest answer. well, i'll give you part of it, you've done enough creeping for that. I've never gotten any action. I think that much we could have all assumed. In fact, I've never even kissed anyone.
"Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart." – Confucius
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Restless
Hope for tomorrow
comes with a price to pay: today.
Now is filled with empty moments.
Soft Icelandic music
plays while I stare at the page,
the wall,
your eyes,
the window,
the door,
your eyes,
the screen,
the keys,
your eyes,
my hands,
my feet,
your eyes,
my phone,
my pills,
your eyes,
the light,
the fridge,
and
your eyes.
You could say I'm obsessed with beauty.
Her beauty, his beauty, our beauty,
and the beauty of your eyes.
It's like being restless, looking anywhere else.
So I look again to remind me
of when you were near.
Then, I tear out the page
and let my mind clear.
comes with a price to pay: today.
Now is filled with empty moments.
Soft Icelandic music
plays while I stare at the page,
the wall,
your eyes,
the window,
the door,
your eyes,
the screen,
the keys,
your eyes,
my hands,
my feet,
your eyes,
my phone,
my pills,
your eyes,
the light,
the fridge,
and
your eyes.
You could say I'm obsessed with beauty.
Her beauty, his beauty, our beauty,
and the beauty of your eyes.
It's like being restless, looking anywhere else.
So I look again to remind me
of when you were near.
Then, I tear out the page
and let my mind clear.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Glitter in the Snow
It's a quiet night for a walk.
Each step takes me farther past my lies.
A step for fear.
A step for courage.
A step for hating myself.
A step for love.
A step for drugs.
A step for pretending that I'm not.
A step for jobs.
A step for doubt.
A step for everything I'm not.
A step for death.
A step for life.
A step for inviting you in with open arms.
A step for a step.
A run.
A sprint.
A leap.
A jump.
A landing to the person I am.
I take a handful,
throw it in the air,
and watch the glitter in the snow.
Each step takes me farther past my lies.
A step for fear.
A step for courage.
A step for hating myself.
A step for love.
A step for drugs.
A step for pretending that I'm not.
A step for jobs.
A step for doubt.
A step for everything I'm not.
A step for death.
A step for life.
A step for inviting you in with open arms.
A step for a step.
A run.
A sprint.
A leap.
A jump.
A landing to the person I am.
I take a handful,
throw it in the air,
and watch the glitter in the snow.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Are you ready for the date partyyyy???
Yes, Annie, I'm ready. It's a little weird that you asking me on formspring.
Would you rather be a great athlete, artist, or musician?
artist. I know I can't be great at the other two, and I would really love to be published.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
I'm still Patrick
The rapid succession of breaths
masks the tears streaming down his face.
I can't do this.
I can't do this.
I can't do this.
He mutters to himself as he sits
curled in a ball on his floor.
He rocks back and forth as if the motion
will somehow make him forget his emotion.
I can't do this.
I can't do this.
I can't do this anymore.
His heart pounds and he feels it in his chest.
His mind races, looking for a solution.
But he can't do this.
He can't do this.
He can't do this at all.
New failures and new disgraces,
a new year filled with old hopeless
mutterings of his old mantra.
I can't do this.
I can't do this.
I can't do this.
NO MORE
No more failures.
No more fuck ups.
No more hatred.
No more racing.
No more tears.
No more faking.
No more masking what I'm feeling.
Fuck this panic.
Fuck this crazy.
Fuck this emotion that I'm feeling.
Fuck the old year and its meaning.
I am learning.
I am growing.
I am making myself earn it.
I deserve it.
Because.
I can do this.
I can do this.
I can do this.
Let's go.
masks the tears streaming down his face.
I can't do this.
I can't do this.
I can't do this.
He mutters to himself as he sits
curled in a ball on his floor.
He rocks back and forth as if the motion
will somehow make him forget his emotion.
I can't do this.
I can't do this.
I can't do this anymore.
His heart pounds and he feels it in his chest.
His mind races, looking for a solution.
But he can't do this.
He can't do this.
He can't do this at all.
New failures and new disgraces,
a new year filled with old hopeless
mutterings of his old mantra.
I can't do this.
I can't do this.
I can't do this.
NO MORE
No more failures.
No more fuck ups.
No more hatred.
No more racing.
No more tears.
No more faking.
No more masking what I'm feeling.
Fuck this panic.
Fuck this crazy.
Fuck this emotion that I'm feeling.
Fuck the old year and its meaning.
I am learning.
I am growing.
I am making myself earn it.
I deserve it.
Because.
I can do this.
I can do this.
I can do this.
Let's go.
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