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The lonely tangle
of the mind’s web
is like fighting fitted sheets
to stay in place
Yet, we dance within our folly
and fall to our faults -
While the frequent whispers of failure
cascade upon our hopes
Silence, the lone chariot awaits
less we smother in darkness
we ride to morning‘s embrace
And though the sun is shattered
we are blinded by its face-
left to dance with the devil
quelling our flames
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Piecing my sleeve together slowly!
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Everything is really getting to me lately and I feel like I have no one to talk to. I'm sinking again.
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Diamonds form under great pressure I wonder what I'll become?
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Honeysuckle lips Flower dress Wind playing Dixie Honey hair dancing tango The sun caresses her spin Whiskey on the rocks Burning away the Fall- Falling from fanatic frenzies The sweater swaying with the Waxing moon But I digress- Drowning in the contempt Of wayward waterways and withering White camellias Lost in white rain
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Trapped in godly subterfuge A lamb sacrificed to the sun
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So, I got a job
I started my trek through the working world once again. After more than a year of hiatus (my lazy bum couldn��t find a job “good enough” for me) I began working yesterday as a pharmacy technician. I can honestly say, and some may gasp, that I am enjoying the fruitless adulthood monotony. Well fruitless may be too strong of a word because I am getting something achieved.
I was in a slump. Not necessarily a bad slump, but all I was doing was living day by day. I wasn't productive besides achieving dank gainz on my game. That’s really not adding to the value of my life. I was depressed in the sense that I couldn’t do what I wanted, when I wanted, and how I wanted. I actually missed busting my ass for very little profit. Strange, right?
So, now, I am back out in the world. I’m on the grid hoping to save enough money for a vacation next summer. Nine to five has never felt so great!
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For a moment I'd like to listen To the wind singing harmonies With the moon I'd like to hear the howl Of the earth While it searches For the sky But I'm choking On menthol In the chill of October As hammers Butcher sonnets With metallic twang Life gluttons On time Swallowing it without remorse, Never thinking of palatability Or who prepared it The birth of winter Has become shackles To my feet; Freezing with the seconds I will surely die.
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The olive branch Is hanging from my back Hoping life Will not take another stab As I lie breathless In the puddle of misery I have become.
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petition to rename the usa ‘south canada’
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"Learning to dance"
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Trying to find galaxies In ripples of sand While I float into nothing
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Drunken dad part 9000
So he got drunk again (big shocker there) and was once again crying about my grandma dying. I don't even have remorse for him anymore. He causes his own damnation. He told me in 20-30 years I'll be in his shoes... If I ever am please kill me. This is not a hollow plea. I hope that I will never act so crazy (crazy isn't even a strong enough term) as he. If I do, here's my written consent to end me where I stand. There's no more excuses for him to act this way. His mother, my grandmother, detested alcohol. It was a curse for her. Her dad drank constantly and abused her mother mentally. Her husband did the same to her and now my dad is doing it to my mom. I'm tired of it. I miss my grandma a lot but I don't get drunk and act like a fucking idiot! His excuse is as hollow as a rotting log in the middle of summer. He's an attention seeking, hidden agenda, masochistic, ass hole who needs to learn the world does not owe him anything!
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In my business law class we were asked to read this short passage about these men and a boy who were stranded on a boat and the men ate the boy (real events btw). The men were rescued a day or so after they had ate the boy. He asked us to reflect on it and tell if it’s ethical and if the should be acquitted. I basically said the strong survive and dropped the mic and I’m still laughing at my response.
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Dinner:
Lemon and dill pollock baked. Sautéed Monterey mushrooms and lemon lime corn salsa.
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I started a diet today
After weighing myself yesterday lets just say I was shocked. Never in my life had I thought that I'd be this heavy. Some of it may be muscle (I use to work out a lot) but most of it is fat.
It’s time for a great change. Not only for my mentality but for my health. The biggest dread I have is losing tons of weight and having saggy skin but c'est la vie.
I will do this! I may slip sometimes but I need to do this.
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Misunderstood seas Can sink the strongest sailors As the moon pulls and pushes Relentlessly against their greatest hopes
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