We ride together.
He looks at me,
"Thanks for the light."
JC
If I were Jesus Christ I would never use a bridge
I would just stroll over the water
And scare the shit out of kids on the beaches
If I were Jesus Christ I would make all the high school water fountains serve red wine
So they can experience what it is like to be Holy Drunk
If I were Jesus Christ I would say, “Fuck this carpentry and preaching!
I hate getting splinters and people don’t listen.
I’m going to open up a Fish & Chips joint
And I will call it 2 Fish
It will be a real big hit during the Lenten season.”
If I were Jesus Christ I would have made sure that in the Bible it says,
black and white,
Do not be assholes, like, ever!
Because we all know how people love to misconstrue words
If I were Jesus Christ I would, in front of a large crowd, yell:
“GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!”
When I stub my toe, just so everyone could learn to lighten up
If I were Jesus Christ I would ask God what was up with the Old Testament
People are taking it seriously
And Stoning people is never okeh
If I were Jesus Christ, today,
Things would be very different.
Untitled Short #7
She had a cocky look in her eye. ”Hey, why don’t you just leave me alone! You’ve taken everything from me! I’m a ruined man - a shadow!” I yelled at her. She just smirked, “Not everything, ol’ chap. You still have a heart beat.” A cruel laugh fallowed. All’s I had left to say was: “With friends like you, who needs enemies?” “With a face like yours, who needs jokes?” That horrible woman! I wasn’t going to let her have the last laugh! I couldn’t, I just couldn’t! She just had to leave me alone, she didn’t have to be this cruel. What happened between us? I knew she was using me, but I couldn’t have imagined this anguish - this, this horrid nightmare of an existence with her! I can’t let her have the last laugh!
My gun is in the drawer. I just need to get my gun. Wait! What if she wants me to shoot her? What if that has been her plan all along? She’s taken everything, and then if I shoot her I will lose my freedom! That horrid woman! She has beaten me in this, this cruel game of chess.
I scrambled for my gun.
So…
I guess I cannot receive texts from people located in Fair Oaks.
My friend kellen thought I was ignoring him
And I thought he was ignoring me
Turnip Theory
We all wish we could have done something different
Or we think about how we should have done something differently
But you could have born a turnip
So stop worrying about what could have been
And be glad you’re not a turnip
Okeh, this month has been a month of reflection…
I may or may not get a tattoo.
It would be two F-holes
One on each front of my thigh
Falling!
In winter, last year, I got punched in the chest by an anvil dropped from a cliff as I drunkenly watched it hurdle towards me
I was surprised to see you were laughing when it split my heart
I was surprised, again, to see you were the one that dropped it
This ain’t no Wiley Coyote shindig
This ain’t no bad luck before the ball
You had the intention like a sledgehammer
With the same grace as one too
If you wanted so badly to break my fall
Then why did you have to use a bed of thorns
You could of just let me die with grace
You didn’t have to stick it in my face
Because it’s hard to live with the shame like this
It’s gonna be harder in twenty-five years
It’s even harder when I go to sleep
Because there I just dream of falling down
And I don’t know why you hadda empty out my blood
Cause baby, being with a vampire is a hard thing to do
I wish there could have been another way
I gone and wished for some sunshine
But there is a thick wall that you hide beneath
I got these long roads of California locked in my mind
I’ve gone to these rest stops one too many times
I got my tongue tide in knots and then tie-dyed
Groovy baby
Cause being with a hippie is not the easiest thing to do
They say home is where the heart is
So I built a log cabin in my chest
Where I hoped to finally get some rest
As you yell ‘timber’ one minute too late
And the redwood tree falls, crushes me in my place
I scream that we all are going to fall
We are trees, each one tall
Being with a lumberjack ain’t the easiest thing to do
Cause you left your axe in my back marked with a XOXO
Hugs and Kisses
Nothing says falling like being killed with love
XOXO
I just needa pull it out and hope for the best
Because being with you ain’t the easiest thing to do.
Ah, yes, my mistake. Thank you.
(Source: disregardtheitalics, via charmedchancer)
Unfortunately Untitled Poem #13
I sat down to write up a list
It went from my right hand, down to my left wrist
The list was of the things I want to do
Before my life is done and through
First was to take a shower at the start of the day
Fuck, I lost my list
Poem #12
I have a
rough question look in
my eyes
And it seems to
scare most everyone I meet
Check my smile
I have no lies
A Daughter of a Forgotten Poet
She only knew him from his words that he wrote down
In a raggedy journal that he bought with her mother
He was a kid in love
Each page held love poems about her
Each page was a reminder of his heart
After a while of reading
His poetry became crippling
The pages were soaked in tears
She began to cry
He was crying at the same time 30 years ago
After a while of reading
His poetry was romantic again
She could see why her mother loved him
They miss each other at this moment all at the same time
