Thursday, December 16, 2010

I just picked up my guitar
at 3:43 a.m. and I just started playing
as if I had an idea in my head the entire time.
As I proceeded to play I just laid my head
down on my guitar and started crying.
I don't know why, but finally playing again got
me incredibly emotional. I got this floodgate
of memories all at once and they all just hit me
in the face. I had an epiphany, I never just be myself
I never just fully let go and show anyone my true side.
My true side just wants to fucking sing a song. I just
want
to come up with a song.
A song that will show what I'm really fucking feeling.
I've had it locked up inside of me for years.
And the only thing that anyone has ever seen were my tears.
That's the only thing you can see, I have all these words that need to come out.
I need a song.
I have never been so sure in my life.

Friday, December 10, 2010

We were running for the bus
and I was holding my hat in place
as my jacket flew open and flapped in the
frigid wind. You turned around and said
to me that you thought I had left you
because of all the profanities that
exited my mouth, that lived in the
heat of my breath in the air
The words that found their way up
the spout and down the hatch of the
the back of your throat,
that are now residing in the mere
pit of your stomach with the
rest of the mucus and true
feelings you feel about me.

What would happen if I punched
everything you really thought of me
out of your stomach?
Would you have any guts left to puke on me?
Or would you just push me down and get on the bus?
Whatever the choice may be; I have more puke with hurtful words
gurgling and churning inside my stomach right now than you'll ever know.

You're gonna have to catch me to find out!
Don't make fun of the way I run..

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

"I like it when you speak to me in a high-pitched voice.
I like it when you say things like 'Let's pretend we're in a tunnel.'
I like it when you suggest we crawl.
I like it when you extinguish the lights.
I do not like it when you bite me."


-David Shrigley

Sunday, December 5, 2010

you're too important to me to ever have to go through what we went through tonight.
the next time that happens, i'll never be the same again.
i love you.