Saturday, April 7, 2012

Burn the trees

peace is a word 
a word to describe an idea
an idea to define a feeling 
a feeling is the seed 
an idea the roots
a word the branch 
peace the fruit

Let them in

You are ever wonderful and ever lovely. If you want love you must give love. Actions without impact can make a person apathetic, hold only the things that will hold onto you. Only as lonely as you tell yourself to be, only alone like a forest full of trees. I hear people say you are ugly but I see you differently. Your hair is not defective it is you, and it cannot be ugly because it is you. Your eyes are black and I get lost in them when you pass by as if I am being sucked into a glorious black hole and I am falling a million miles an hour to the center of you, I look sparingly though as I think you may be angry with me for troubling you. I could stare at them forever and a year and if they weren't so sensitive I would kiss them because pressing my lips to things I like on people brings me comfort for some weird ass reason. People think you are beneath me and that you are lucky to have me because I have eyes as blue and as deep as the ocean but I know if I am beautiful it is only so you may look at me and enjoy, no other one would truly appreciate it anyways. And none would be as deserving of me as you because you know what I truly am.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Born to Die

These motherfuckers think I,m crazy now. Ever since my daughter died because of cystic fibrosis I guess I haven,t been a typical human. There,s nothing beautiful about death. We try to polish turds by our nature' if there is such a thing as nature. We are just born to die and you can tell when people realize this. It,s the people who transcend. The people who walk around and don't care about what they wearin' or where they workin'. The people who spark a joint in front of a cop. The people who laugh when people tell them they are going to hell. Because people don,t forget they don,t know shit they just walk around with their mask held high and pretend that they know more than the average bear. We are victims of conditioning and we will never shut the fuck up because the silence is scary. There is nothing more frightening than the abyss even though we know we weren,t dead before we were born we all know we are born to die.... and knowing is half the battle.

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Pretty

I think you are so prettiful. You seem to be experiencing things at a rapid pace. If you ever feel like slowing down you can notice how pretty all your mistakes are. Mistakes are prettier when they are intentional and you are intentionally pretty. I'm sorry. I'm pretty dumb but I'm not as pretty as you.