My FriendsMy best friends are all memories.
Sing, Scream, WhisperTheir sex spoke of life's secrets.
The Real Truth: MarijuanaThe Real Truth: Why People Smoke Marijuana If someone ever tells you they smoke because they "just enjoy the act of smoking", or really, anything else. They're lying. The reason people smoke marijuana is because after you smoke you can sit down to a song and it takes you. That song is the only thing in the world. All of your attention and analysis is focused on something that seems to be playing just for you. Sure, anyone could love something that much sober, but that would take a lot of effort. With marijuana, it's natural. Patience is freely given to you. People smoke weed because, honestly, it takes real effort to be that human sometimes.
Those Meant to Protect UsNo. No, Daddy. Please not there!
AlcoholicWe drink because we're from the countryWe drink because we're from the cityWe drink because we're still youngWe drink because we're too oldWe drink because our parents abandoned usWe drink because our parents were strict with usWe drink when our children are bornWe drink when our dog diesWe drink Blood Marys at breakfastWe drink martinis at lunchWe drink wine with dinnerAnd we have a scotch on the rocks to cap off the nightWe need no rhyme or reason,We rarely even need a glass,We barely even need to be awakeIf there's a drink, then a drink we'll take
The Plutonic Law of GraceLoving someone elsePetrified; a lifetime sharedOur tilted hopes drift
God AlmaybeI'm creating my own supreme beingHe's six-five, and he likes to gambleAsk JobDon't ask EinsteinMy old system required solitudeCigarettesAnd short prayersDirected nowhere in particularIs this what God is?Something we mold,Something that fits our eccentricities,Our sins?My higher power must be real.I've suffered no terrible consequencesAfter all the horrible things I've done.My higher power must be betting on me.
the beauty of his dreamsher eyes are blueher hands are soft as silkher body is a dreamthe her hair coloris black like darknessI draw every curvetaking careof forget no detailsher pretty breaststhat i want to caressand her luscious mouthshe is beautifuljust as the sunShe poses for mei like this girlwe are friendsand me, I want to kiss her i want her loveShe is the inspirationof my worka precious stonethat shines everytimethat her face smiles
just let me sleep to end the dayIt was in my blood, weaved through blueprints, the very structures of my DNA.And I missed you, but really, what was the point?Found my name was no good. Simply fell outta line.You got what you wanted. So just shut the fuck up.Butcher the baggage from my name. Just a stranger.Someone. Yeah, I could be anybody.'
sharp, dissociative, or maybe she just didn't give a fuck.'
my frozen heartthe winter is harshmy hands are coldthe gloves are unnecessarymy heart is so coldthat he looks a bit like to this frozen lakePrisoner from the Icehe knows not breathehe suffocates like our love
Stealing WednesdayJust this once,let it be an angel plumefloating on the borrowed breeze.Something living but also alive.A bouquet of forget-me-nots nestledin the arms of Alzheimer's
the hands of hatred.We aren't asking for a field-No gardens.The strength to take back tomorrowJust this once,Give us something we deserve:Calm seasThe hidden dirt roadA chance