Distance & Rusty Stringsupdate:
I'm an up-and-coming musician. I'm everything I ever dreamed but it doesn't mean as half as much as it would have in my past. It would have meant more if you wouldn't put up a wall but I'm fine. I'm happy and it doesn't really matter if I don't really think about it. NeverShoutNever concert this saturday at the Newport Music Hall. I cannot wait.
We took it slow, flesh to flesh. It should have been me instead of him.
It's different though, with some people. Some people spend their whole lives searching for that feeling. They won't stop for anything - a moving bus, a carful of thorns, a broken road with no diverging pathes. Some people spend so much time searching that they forget to live. One day they're a young, beautiful teenager; The next day they're an old, lifeless person. They spent so much time looking for something that cannot be found. You can't find love, it has to find you.
notice:
Notebooks hold more value to me than websites. I won't update too much.
I was locked all day, in the summer heat.
In a small brown house, in suburban street.
With a skateboard and my shit guitar
I dream all day that they would get me far.
Stupefied
i like your poems.
they touch something in me.
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Join the evil club.
Not just that we have cookies and teaparties.
You'll get your very own club party-hat in any color you want.
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fall out of sleep and into the sea.
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Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night..
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Have a nice day.
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The illusion is that you are simply reading this poem.
The reality is that this is more than a poem. -Bukowski
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