Wake up, no shower.
My eyes burn into my head.
God, I need more sleep.
Friday, February 27, 2015
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Monday, February 23, 2015
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Confederate Flags
As someone who's spent most of my life in the south, I still don't understand why everyone has confederate flags everywhere. It's not a about heritage. It's just stupid. I like how Frank Underwood puts it. "First of all, you never start a war you can't win. Secondly, you never raise your flag for such an asinine cause like slavery."
Monday, January 26, 2015
Poetry 7 - Defective Product
Notes: Yes, this is about suicide from my perspective. I wrote it about a week ago when I felt really down. Now that I feel pretty good, I've decided to post it. Whenever I feel shitty again, I'll probably post a very happy, positive poem that will more than likely be written today.
"Here lies a defective product,"
of love and lust and anger and humanity.
"Here lies a defective product,"
basically me.
I took my fathers belt,
because my own does not fasten the same.
I wrote the note by hand,
because I don't know if I'm being truthful enough to type it.
It is in pencil,
this document is transient,
do not preserve it.
Getting it around my fucking neck is the hardest part.
And, now I know comedy is art,
so forgive me if I'm being a joke thief.
I could never really work on my own,
and so here lies a defective product.
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Poetry 6 - The First Ten Minutes
Short explanation of this poem: I do this Teen Trendsetters thing as a volunteer where I go to an elementary school and help little kids read. I usually get there way ahead of everyone else and it results in me having to wait in the cafeteria for the other volunteers and the students we help. I'm mostly alone, but the teachers and administrators of the school walk by from time to time. It's really awkward for me.
The kids aren't here yet,
neither are the mentors.
I sit alone and eat the reminiscent time.
I make sure the teachers outside,
do not hear the mutters from inside.
I make sure the administrators do not see me struggling to be,
and I make sure I am on my phone,
and make sure I'm not melodically tapping my heels on the single stair that is the stage I sit on,
and I make sure they have no probable reason to find me insane.
Nonchalant eyes, swipes on a screen,
happy smiles in silence.
Someone shoot me.
Vonnegut's Advice
"I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or just think at some point, if this isn't nice, I don't know what is."
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