December 2010
The Good Fight
Still hearts, violent winds,
if there will be surrender tonight we shall have no part,
our fear cannot escape us by sea,
my heart stops for you, your bones break for me,
this is the storm and it’s only survivor,
this is the man, this is the story,
hold fast to hope that the story is ending,
yes hold fast to hope that the storm is a friend,
because I’ve saved all my money, but...
I love that woman, more than these legs I drag...
My anger is a revolution.
Like The Dead
Dare not do you ask me to pretend,
cannot defend what we have and what we would have,
the things that we gaze out of windows for,
don’t you dare talk to me through glass.
Now that we’re stripped away from the world
we can see as each other sees,
and not as we hope,
in bed with a stranger we love and a partner we hate,
we stare through these mirrors,
your life is a lie,
we...
Watching Skins for the first time.
My life has come to this.
Looking for new music. Recommendations? →
If you've been dreaming of a white Christmas,...
A RACIST
“If I had a gun for every time we spoke,
I could arm the whole world and take it...”
– The Chariot, The Heavens
I hope I get a new years kiss.
Never had one. Not one, ever.
Because of all the things I could've said to you
Anonymous asked: Well Merry Fucking Christmas to you too!!
I hope you have an AWESOME day!!!!!
I hope you have an AWESOME day!!!!!
Followers
I wouldn’t want to talk to me either.
It seems, on tonight of all nights, nobody, whether in reality or on tumblr, wants anything to do with me.
Merry fucking Christmas to you all.
Spoils: I Sink My Own Ships, They Do Not Sink Me
Pride and panic, play your part,
accost my downfall,
revel in the corners of my mind I’ve yet to explore,
hide away from prying eyes,
the ones that seek you for justice’ sake,
forget the lessons you have learned,
to make the same mistakes,
because the vultures ascend the sky,
there’s time to get out, but it’s fleeting,
on the edge of a knife, like a thought,
we...
The New Acronym: ROTFLMAOYSST
Rolling On The Floor Laughing My Ass Off Yet Somehow Still Typing
Spread that shit around.
KEEP IT UP Y'ALL →
Anonymous asked: You are amazing. Just saying <3
Anonymous asked: You are amazing. Just saying <3
I think my followers have a confidence issue, and... →
In Reciprocity
I was born with a hand over my heart,
to shield it from the shrapnel of my birth,
the son of worn crutches and silent stares.
Well I was the kind of boy who’d call everyone a friend or a brother,
and nothing more than family, but nothing less than final,
and I never knew a love that wasn’t business,
or a deal that wasn’t done to save some change,
instead of making one,...
People who follow me should introduce themselves.
Go to http://www.mybiggestregretever.com/
All of the male regrets are legit, like not telling your soulmate you loved her, or forcing her to have sex or getting in to hard drugs or something.
Almost all the female ones are complete shit.
Seriously, someone said their biggest regret was missing a Bieber concert that was near her house.
ryanscottxxx-deactivated2011013 asked: your writings are the best by far that i've ever read. you remind me of myself in so many ways.
ryanscottxxx-deactivated2011013 asked: your writings are the best by far that i've ever read. you remind me of myself in so many ways.
Anonymous asked: you hawt bitch
Anonymous asked: you hawt bitch
Since I have had a blog, three of my followers...
Anonymous asked: Stop trying hard, something Excellent will come eventually. Something that you will be proud of.
Why do you want my identity.
Why do you want my identity.
Anonymous asked: And I'm sure she is watching over you. Where ever she may be.
I'm anon. Because, life more simple as a stranger.
I'm anon. Because, life more simple as a stranger.
Anonymous asked: That last piece you wrote, about Katy, I don't know anyone who would write something so honest so Beautiful. Then again everyone i know are complete sex raged Cunts.
Anonymous asked: You're a unique soul, you know that.
If you like me as a person, or what I write,... →
On Loss
I’m not sure how to lose something now. A lot of people drink things away, some turn to chemicals, some celebrate the time they had with happiness. I ask this because I may lose a friend any day now, and I don’t really know what to do about it. It’s difficult; you have to somehow adapt to existing in a world without that particular thing. Every plan for the future you may have...
Wretch
I am to the grave,
drive me in there, earlier than expected,
swayed in pain and framed in flesh,
no prayers, no blessings,
detatched from an earth that’s become so detatched from me,
so tie your anchors,
forget all the things you learn day by day on faith,
on justice and it’s frail existence, we men are wretched things, are we not?
close our minds out to the cold,
out in a...
Whatever you need, I just may have
“It’ll hurt, but it’ll heal,
I’m starting to believe it”
– Listener, Failing’s Not Just for Failures
Depths: The Hardest Question to Answer Is The One...
Yes, it is true,
that most roads you’ll find will lead to home,
but not your own, your bower and your stone,
you together and your alone,
in your sweet perpetual insight,
inside yourself, inside the mind you want but can’t have,
inside what makes you whole and breaks, again and again,
you are not wanted here, since your first and final breath
to save the stars you’ll...
In Visibility
How long can you burn this way?
How long can these stones glow ember,
rotating north to south with tounges,
silver and gold and all that’s in between,
a paradox of pride and inability,
like lions without their teeth, but hungry,
unable to make me your prey,
I have resisted, I have resisted,
you don’t hold sway over my head,
we’re in the ocean, and if we can drift far...
The Corsair
Hold up your hands, higher, bear your offering,
play the home game like you mean it,
honour the dead’s last wishes,
even the ones that involve your own mortal pain,
say “no more will I spend my hard earned blood
on a friend that won’t bleed for me”,
feel this cold steel against your teeth,
and wonder where your life went:
barbed wire to a white picket fence, what...
“In this day and age, with America living in constant fear of terrorist attack, I...”
– Robin Williams
You talk, talk, talk...
…just to make amends with the deaf
Empty Pleasure
I can see the fire in you,
but I can’t tell you about your own pain,
sewn together from different flags,
all partially burnt in themselves
but brought with each other to make one whole,
breaking and self medicating again and again,
making the same past mistakes as each others,
just another day in a cycle of them being the same thing,
I can speak and listen to your voice,
and bear...