What

I can’t even function. I wake up with a blunt attitude. Nothing is how it use to be. No phone calls from my love. No cravings for anything. I’m plain. I’m not here. I’m lost. The saddest part is no one cares.

(Source: mistermarvel, via zargarr)

Soul structure.

It’s un-explainable.
Every tingle in your body shivers in between your blood stream. You cannot control what has no system to work with. Your vision starts to blur at every second and only you have to move to its fast pace to be okay. Every word comes out slower and slower. To every thought comes more emotional. The tickles becomes so extreme each moment you bring up something so humorous you cannot help but laugh. You have to be there, it great. You’re in another world, but there is no getting out for the day. Calm down, it’s alright. Relax. I wish I could tell my past self that. It’s a long ride, but you’ll make it out alive. You’re fine. Don’t be terrified.

I guess I can say I’m in 11th grade now.

What the fuck? That’s so weird.

Hey guys, I’m in 11th fucking grade.
Anyways, I have a feeling I’ll have a fun year. But enough with school. IT’S SUMMER 2012 FUCK YEAH! :]

Cutout from my other poem

I cannot call this a crime
I look into his eyes all the time
And I always tell everyone he’s mine
He’s got a soul that shines
Sometimes I wonder if I’m ever a thought to him
In his big hair and a body so slim
So delicate each detail from head to toe
And such a mind non-predictable a mystery we will never know.”

Life and love.

I love it when you wear your Ramones shirt
I like it how you never get hurt
I have an unconditional love for a man
But I’m not sure what’s the plan
So everyday I just hold his hand

I look into his eyes all the time
And I always tell everyone he’s mine
He’s got a soul that shines

Sometimes I wonder if I’m ever a thought to him
In his big hair and a body so slim
So delicate each detail from head to toe
And such a mind non-predictable a mystery we will never know
Maybe one day this love will grow
Into a greater experience that we can follow
So young and free us 2 can be
Maybe in this lifetime we can see
How easy it could be just you and me.

So I live in this moment
All peaceful and quiet
I sit at night, my head in a riot
To wish and wish for better things to become
I look up and pray to the sun.

Sorry in not one those girls who are completely humble
Not one of the girls who are always the brightest
No one of the girls who are the smartest
Not one of the girls who ignore comments
Not one of the girls who are random and don’t give a fuck
Not one of the girls who loves everything that you love
Not one of the girls who are always happy no matter what
Not one of the girls who are “cool” in your eyes
Not one of the girls who can draw amazing pictures.

I’m sorry, but I’m not “One of the girls.”

None of the girls

No noooooo…

Ah, now all my lyrics seem to come out intentional towards people.
I do NOT write songs about specific people anymore. I just get good rhymes and such.
I DON’T WANNA SET FIRE TO DA RAIN AGH.