June 2011
13 posts
Iloveitwhen
you call, always.
So this is tumblr...?: Jamaica – 179th →
twalls24:
Well, this is what you signed up for. When you chose cubicles, coffee runs, and casual Fridays, you also chose commutes. Tomorrow it will be the expressway, but today…. Today is the subway. One Park Avenue the destination.
Doesn’t that make you feel important? Saying “One Park Avenue”.
Drink your wine
For I got mine.
A wine of beers, drank quick with lime.
A heart as mangled as tangled vine,
and strewed upon the floor.
For every year,
the same trite cheer,
Echoes in my hallowed ear,
with words, absurd, and jeer too sheer,
till I’m begging you for more.
Silly me, silly me.
Trying to be raw with dirty jeans.
A bird in flight with fishlike dreams.
Or knitted quilts, ripped by their seams.
Trying to be what they just can’t be.
Silly me, silly me.
A drop of sulfur
For a pint of blood.
Quite a deal for the circus folk.
But not as much for a booming bud.
A drop of blood,
will tame the sea,
emulsify hate with love,
like hand in glove.
Too quickly do the waters fade,
for what’s left over,
but sweat and blade.
For a drop of sulfur would end us all.
Fake
Fake is fear and heart of most.
Fake is time ill spent, while dogs run wild.
Fake is the moment gone with no one smiling.
Fake is nothingness, creeping down your leg, like rabid consummation.
Fake is life - Fake is death.
Fake wont kill you with its breathe.
Until reality has run to death.
Then fake will cut your throat.
Water's falling and all I hear is you.
iamschwallacus:
sitting. wishing. hoping.
What does it take?
insanity?
luck? (NO, THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS LUCK.)
passion?
craziness?
perseverance
HEY GUY
I MISS YOU GUY
