My biggest problem as a guy:

Crying.

i do it. i do it a lot. almost too often, and i get so wrapped up in everything and completely forget to look around and see who is staring back at me, and crying also. My self esteem started about the size of... well nothing. Well, i had something, my sense of humor. But that was it really. And even as i get ( Read more... )

you lie in bed. and you dream and wish, hoping for something further away from reality that would ever be possible. Something that, given the time being, is the only thing you would ever want in that moment. But i have currently come across a fault in my dreamful thinking. An error, one might say, because most thoughts you have lay in bed change on ( Read more... )

I start to listen to memories and oceans and oceans of emotions through old songs that I have listened to recently. but i haven't listened to them. the kind of listen where you sit staring at your iTunes, but you can't see. or talk. or breathe. you just listen, absorbing the sound. The kind of memories that bring back the smell and sensation in ( Read more... )

why does it always have to rain?

i mean one moment, its all looking up, the next moment, your standing in a empty parking lot, surrounded by white noise and a 5 minute snow storm.
"This weather report says snow--- no rain."no more dance. no more innocence ( Read more... )

it so upset for broken cars and broken hearts. to run back and forth, five times, and fall inbetween empty swaying swings, and empty cell phones with nothing in substance to hold my breath under. stars and fallen strands of hair. hands buried in tears, covering the clouded eyes of nights that have you running to him. the last thing he did was put ( Read more... )

The shattered glass in its own splintered destruction, shines the light above, like stars twinkle and shimmer in the darkest pitch of night. Opaque black covers my eyes as i stare into nothingness above me, shivering and startled by whats is called the afterlife. in slow-motion, shards bounce freely against the cement leaving to trace or noise ( Read more... )

on the way to grey
i could hardly wait
to see you again
to feel your hands

covering me
til the storm is done
what seemed to be the end
was not the end at allHe drove down the wet dark roads of the back neighborhood full the nobodys he never met. His friend jogged through the rain to his front door somewhere in the fog behind the car already ( Read more... )

i woke up this morning at a moderate time and i didnt get the breakfast talk:

"hey good morning, how did you sleep?"

"good." Takes another bite of cereal.not that i ever have, but its another reminder that im not in a movie. Things go wrong, people get hurt and confused, and sometimes the bad guys win. What does this really have to do with me? ( Read more... )

Truth be told, I still love you.

Punchline "weekends"Looking through my window up ( Read more... )