The Gun

Take the gun,

And shoot me dead.

Life Is But A Drag

What a drag, this life is.

Day after day, it seems to be moving no where.

What's The Point

What's the purpose in living?

To achieve the next step, the next goal?

It's an endless cycle and seems to be pointless.

In the end, no matter what, life will end

And it will all be worth nothing.

So, what's the point?

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Ringing in my ears,

Going bzzn bzzn bzzn.

My mouth dries up and throat gets clogged.

The thought of her structure makes me tremble,

But never in a bad way, only grand.

I could love her if I tried.

My effort now wains down from exhaustion.

Will she notice, will she care?

My vision blurs from lack of sleep.

The daily routine slows down my movement.

Body connects with mind, mind stops.

Men's Bathroom

I like washing my hands.

It's also funny to see all the guys stare at themselves in the mirror.

Modest, are we?

Stroll

I should slow my stroll,

And look at the world around me.

God, Learn To Spell

It bugs me so much.

People need to learn to spell correctly.

It's not that hard, well,

There are like 350,000 words in the English language.

So what? Learn to spell the easy words.

I'm not your SpellCheck.

Memory Blockade

I've blocked out the past memories so much,

Now I don't believe they ever happened in the first place.

A Train

A train isn't something I come across everyday.

It makes me think of where that train is headed to,

Or what that train is carrying.

Sick of Advice

I'm sick of people giving me advice,

Like they actually fuckin care.

Vortex

I'm lost in a vortex.

Time, rushing around my body.

I can feel the Cold War.

I can watch the fall of man.

I can touch the dinosaurs.

I can listen to the waters cutting away rock,

Forming the Grand Canyon.

I'm lost in a vortex.

Time, rushing around my soul.

Why I Do It

I find myself thinking a lot, lately.

Most of the time while I am driving.

I love driving late at night. It frees the mind.

During the day, all the cars and traffic crowd my mind.

I think of the song, 'I Want To Break Free' by Queen.

There's really no purpose to my writings.

I'm not trying to achieve a prize or show someone how I feel.

It just helps me get out what I have built up inside of me.

If someone gets inspiration or whatever from reading my lame writings,

Then good for you. I'm glad I could help.

I couldn't care less, actually.

Dear Love,

[I wrote this August 31, 2008 but it still holds true.]

I want someone to talk to, but I guess there really isn't anyone to talk to about this right now..so I'll just post this in a blog so maybe just maybe someone will see it. It would be really cool if I had a girl, but then I don't know because I don't want just ANY girl. I want THE girl, but then I begin to wonder..who might THE girl be? I hate thinking about this kind of stuff because I don't want to worry about it..but I do. And I lose focus on more important things, and that isn't good. I just want her, whoever she might be, to be everything I've dreamed of. Is there such thing out there? I want someone who I can always talk to, who will always be there. Yeah I have friends but it's not the same..my friends are there but not in the same way as if I had someone that I can talk to about ANYTHING. I want her to KNOW me and I want to know every little thing about her too. That is my dream. I just want it to come true.
If you are out there, I want you to know i'm here.

Five Twenty-Four

Picking at the hairs on my head
Wondering why my love has gone away
Help me find the path to walk on
While I see these buildings pass

Figures faded on the alley walls
Candle light strikes the ceiling
Inside my flat, there is a man
He followed me in from the street

Oh, my love has gone away
She left on the train just to get away
The signs tell me this is true
I killed my body because this is true

Cuts get deeper and infect my brain
Fuzzy images pollute my thoughts
Writings appear before me with news about my love
But they burn with my body

Forgetting about the past only hurts me
How can I escape the thoughts before me
Knowledge only crowds the tunnels within
The bugs make their home again

Love Passes By In Cars

I almost hit a kid today,

Skateboarding across the street.

I saw a beautiful girl,

Red shirt, brown hair.

The way she said my name,

And I was in love.

Ex-Girlfriend's Best Friend

I already have a predetermined image of her.

If my thoughts prove true, then she is perfect.

I could easily fall in love..

Blindly Stated

I held the door open for a blind man.

Soon after, due to my good deed,

I was looked at by the prettiest girl.

Hazed

Everything is hazy today.

Is this reality or just a dream?

What is real and what is a dream?

Stars in the Desert

The stars shine bright upon the midnight sky.

I love to stare up at the stars in the middle of the desert.

Bonfire screaming crack, crack, crack in the midst.

It would have been quite a romantic evening if there were a lady to accompany me.

Rise of the Sun

Sunrises.

I love sunrises.

The cool breeze and the atmosphere turning from dark to bright.

Much better than sunsets.

No Reason

I have no reason, or purpose, to live.
Traffic is my new enemy. First it was the girlfriend.
These thoughts build up and over time produce migranes.