There are times in life when you wonder what's going on. There are times in life when you wonder how you'll get by. And then there are times like now--when I'm wondering what. the. FUCK. is up with this blog. Fuck you.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Chance Taken
With the air getting breezier and warmer, and the times changing faster than you can say, "What the fuck?", I find myself in an uproar of chaotic emotion. I find myself belly button deep in a nameless ocean and I've got not a canoe or a paddle.
When foreign feelings creep up and make you act impulsively, like a free spirited 10 year old, you don't usually question the outcome. Cause that wouldn't be being free. Taking chances is tricky for sure. How will you ever know what something's worth if you don't dig a little. Live a little. Not think so much. Will I live to regret this chapter? And will it be worth it? I guess if it's worth it, you can't really regret, huh?
Time will tell I suppose. I've got arms.. and at this rate, I can swim for days.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Why Can't I?
No matter what's going on in your life, I am a personal believer that you can make room for that 
emotion that converts your insides into acrobatic dancers. That emotion that turns you into pudding after sitting inside of a car, in the state of Georgia, in the middle of July.
That emotion that makes colors more vibrant and you smile at the sight of a word beginning with the first letter of their name. That emotion that wraps your entire body around the finger of some unsuspecting victim. Hah, chances are you're the victim. I usually am.
The emotion... that emotion.... you knnooow what I mean.
Why can't I throw myself into it? Because it isn't "safe", because "what if you get hurt", because "no one you knew ended up happy with someone else", because "it's bad timing", because "he's/she's a different race or religion", because "my parents don't approve"?? How about BECAUSE it's fucking worth it asses! You don't get something amazing and fully fulfilling without getting a little lost and taking chances. You don't get full arousal on sight, mental stimulation, complete comfort and infinite intrigue without taking a leap or taking a few wrong turns.
And, I mean, if you do/did find it easily, then I applaud you with sincere gratitude. It's special and rare. Kick it 'til your feet fall off.
emotion that converts your insides into acrobatic dancers. That emotion that turns you into pudding after sitting inside of a car, in the state of Georgia, in the middle of July.That emotion that makes colors more vibrant and you smile at the sight of a word beginning with the first letter of their name. That emotion that wraps your entire body around the finger of some unsuspecting victim. Hah, chances are you're the victim. I usually am.
The emotion... that emotion.... you knnooow what I mean.
Why can't I throw myself into it? Because it isn't "safe", because "what if you get hurt", because "no one you knew ended up happy with someone else", because "it's bad timing", because "he's/she's a different race or religion", because "my parents don't approve"?? How about BECAUSE it's fucking worth it asses! You don't get something amazing and fully fulfilling without getting a little lost and taking chances. You don't get full arousal on sight, mental stimulation, complete comfort and infinite intrigue without taking a leap or taking a few wrong turns.
And, I mean, if you do/did find it easily, then I applaud you with sincere gratitude. It's special and rare. Kick it 'til your feet fall off.
Monday, April 18, 2011
April You Strike Again
Maybe I just have to think of it as, there's a growing arsenal of people on "the other side" looking out for me. Maybe..The Academy Is.. will always remind me of you.
RIP Kimberly Madden
01-23-86 -- 04-15-11
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Bitterness Tastes Bitter
So what is it? Does pride drive people or does fear?? What drives you? What makes you want to turn and run or quiver, or flinch?? Is it lonliness? Love? Commitment? Whatever-the-case, I bet it isn't a big enough reason to duck and run. So what you've been hurt or burned! So what someone in the past (it's the fucking past) screwed you over. Someone new shouldn't have to pay because YOU lost your ability to trust or whatever your stupid situation is. Get the fuck over it. Hurdle that little time piece you consider a memory and move on. I mean, shit! Don't you people recognize what's real anymore?! Or am I the only one... Ugh. Lennon was soo right.
Monday, April 11, 2011
"I Ran Up The 'Down' Escalators For You"
When my lips part for yours, and our eyes begin to shut. That's the moment I've been waiting for since the last time our mouths separated. Many moons and suns have rose and fallen since our eyes allowed themselves to lock and hold in a stare. A game of chicken between us two. Who will be victorious this time? The steady gaze is intoxicating. Who needs tequila when you're around? Let's face it, I'm found out and I know it. Reluctant lips can't lie when my eyes are spilling the truth with every shutter of my lashes.
Slow motion through the crowd, following you out. Scared of the future, scared of the past. Scared of the inevitable and how long it'll last. Neither of us knows what it means or where it'll lead. Maybe right back to the beginning.
But without compliance, what do we really know?
Nothing.
Pride is such a buzz kill when it comes to the matters of the heart. And so are you.
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