March 2010
2 posts
please, sky, please let, me go in my sleep let me not feel a thing. let my loved ones not weep may they remember the days in vehicles, marking the streets may they remember me bright, and not the darkness i keep may my girl and boys know nothing bad of my past let them know I didn’t die hiding behind any masks let them know that its okay to be confused and act dumb because as time goes on,...
February 2010
1 post
January 2010
2 posts
Whisper Records
Our bodies are machines And yours keeps calling me to play a symphony of something like love on your keys And on your knees, you stay Saying it will be better another day but records show, thats just not the way it goes
I’m searching for something in this heart box Cry until your heart stops, “I’m not alone…..but that feeling’s so strong in me” Why can’t...
December 2009
1 post
November 2009
4 posts
“How did I get here? The pain so unexpected and undeserved and for some reason...”
– Philip K. Dick A Scanner Darkly
October 2009
4 posts
Ný Batterí
Barbwire Stapled In My Mouth That Bleeds Me Locked In A Cage Naked Animals Beat Me And A Savior Knocks An Untamed Puts In New Batteries And Charges Once Again We Set Off Into The Unknow Until We Destroy Everything And Are Dominant Once Again Once Again In The Back Where We Ride Again The Barbwire In My Mouth That Rips Up An Old Healed Wound Have Become A Rusty Soul The Electricity Is...
There aren’t any searchlights The waters long calm and the struggle forgotten buoyancy and will all amiss in the still of a single failing heartbeat “you will be missed; you will be loved” you will find strength in something, somewhere
Night Time
You mean that much to me And it’s hard to show Gets hectic inside of me When you go Can I confess these things To you I don’t know Embedded in my chest And it Hurts to hold I couldn’t spill my heart My eyes gleam looking in from the dark I walk out in stormy weather Hold my words, keep us together Steady walking but bound to trip Should release but just tighten my...
Fingers Like Daggers
Your feminine fingers are like daggers. Tearing me apart, with each caressing stroke. My scars unravel cruel history. Our love was stab wounds and lusty kisses.
In your eyes I see wasted tears for wasted years, and heartache, heartfelt for granted. You left me with nothing but the desire to overcome.
This gaping wound from where you stole my vital organ. But keep it with you, a trophy for...
July 2009
1 post
Well you said, 'If I ever became a gypsy,'....
if you seek knowledge of self, you’ve probably felt dealt the wrong hand by some fantasy man that lives in the sky. and though I believe in that same strange notion, an ocean of confirmation wouldn’t be enough to explain why. the line isn’t a line, or a plus sign, or a cube, its a simple sphere moving so fast that lives come unglued. and somewhere in the hues of what our eyes see...
June 2009
2 posts
No progress
“…Playing mario kart online to pass drunken time stuck in the midwest trying my best to make sense of the mess I’m in if i do enough, it’ll all spin and as i flush it away I’ll find my smile again…”
I’ve spent the day trying to find a situation in life I attribute positively to. I’ve failed.
Now I’m trying to find reasons to not die.
...
May 2009
1 post
Nobody is ever as close as you think they are.
We went to LA. It was great. I missed it. We made one day feel like a week, as only we could do. Did a ton of networking. Hung out with Earl, Steve, Jeffree, Rylee, Amber, Joey, and some other cats. DIDNT GET TO SEE SAM, SIRI, OR KODY. An emotional rollercoaster it was. Pretty much used. At least things are back to normal.
At least….
April 2009
14 posts
Tired.
Remember that time mommy left daddy in the middle of the country with no cash? this is what you call listening to promises that more than often than not displace you on your ass So never count on no one, or nothing, but yourself, if you bring, everything, that you need, you’re fine and line by line, im trying to do that, but these setbacks are like traps that swallow up whole heaps of time...
Heroin and the Future: Part I
“I want to tell you I love you, i can’t like helen keller I’m at a place where im taken for grant- ed and I’m all fuckin mad. its like whatever i do i’m-a still lose you you gon’ still hate me and im-a still miss you if you, want to wake up we could make up like mac and take a step back from us to see where we went wrong and be victorious, glorious we’re...
Haaaaa, funny.
The convo goes like this
Shane: Bro I took x Shane: I feel like 10 million fuckin dollars
Hahahahaha. Oh fan kids, how I adore you.
_Tru
GETMEOUTTAHERE
I worked out today. Cardio and core. I thought it’d exhaust me more than it did. Oh well. Tomorrow cardio and upper body. People keep getting in the way of my fucking move back to AZ. Its getting ridiculous. By next week however, I should no longer be a resident of Texas. That iiiiiiis great. There’s so much crap to do and or figure out right now though. Lifes a bitch…..and so...
This is interesting. Might give it a go. →
Wow. →
Kill.
Maaaaaaan, fuck Texas. This shit is completely insane. I’m at the point where I dont live here anymore. Yeah, thats what I’m saying: I live on the road. My shit just happens to be in TX and I have no clue how to get it out of TX. I’m scared to talk to my BF because this isnt the place to be. I keep trying to fix a fuck-up with her aaaaand its not going so well because people are...
FUCKOFF.
Missing LA again.
Sorry kids.
_Tru
March 2009
11 posts
PunchSomething.
I’m on my dreamworld shit, yeah I’m higher than a kite
spit fire all day, and cry myself to sleep at night
cause shit aint right
got a baby on the way
and me and his mother can not figure out a way
to just get along
the powers turned on
but switches like bitches dont respond to them being turned on
so i will sing my songs
and i will waste my time
to be another dead and gone...
SKiP
I am up above the clouds, “Wow.” While my life is somewhere deep down below. Up near the sun I am numb in its warm glow, while my path is masked, ever so fast, by snow. ‘Cold’ is an understatement. This frigid hole is somewhere below the inverse of what my age is. My book of life: Twenty-five pages. Not one chapter, that comes after I’m wasted. Yes, after my death....
Live Forever
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Treatment
The cause of death in Brugada syndrome is ventricular fibrillation.The episodes of syncope (fainting) and sudden death (aborted or not) are caused by fast polymorphic ventricular tachycardias or ventricular fibrillation. These arrhythmias appear with no warning. While there is no exact treatment modality that reliably and totally prevents ventricular fibrillation from occurring...
Only if Lew was on him....
Throwback: Tuesday, September 06, 2005 Titled: A bit too short, late, and tired. I can’t remember where I’ve been with you. Give me three days to work this out. I swear I’ll be okay if words stay out of mouth. But you can’t take that, no, you, can’t, take that. I’ve been defeated since I fell from your sky. No one’s perfect, so why would I be...
Diphenhydramine
I deconstruct my life, one setback at a time my shades are closed and I, have no piece of mind I forget how the sunshine felt on my face before I noticed, my life’s a waste That degree, didnt save me. Decree made me see things from different angles like I’m playing pool… but the crazy thing about it all is that the cue is like a ten-pound bowling ball. I push and I push, I dont...
SouthernSunrise
Life shouldn’t have to be this way I can remember giving ol’ girl me everyday but somewhere between the lies and the present time a game of hide and seek was played without consent of mine and my mind’s like impossible to find now don’t even fight for nothing, I just say, “we’ll work it out” with no intent to do anything, but what im doing and im not clear...