Alas, to no avail.

Throwing up expression.

Sweating out ideas.

Spitting out my mind.

I'm only human, still crying out. just tears.
Not being successful in this life, is one of my biggest fears.

Do you have a heart?

an old assortment of words, found.

My heart is broken. The walls have long crumbled and been forgotten. There is no mending what has turned into dust. There is no putting together, what is no longer there. Its time to find a new heart. It is time to form new walls. It is time to put bright colors and positive things on these walls. But this heart is for no girl, at least not now. This heart is for my mother, my father. This heart is for my sister and brothers. This heart is for my friends. Most importantly, this new heart is for myself. Mine. My own. This heart is a strong heart. A loving heart. A big heart. A heart ready to sacrifice and accept. And yet at the same time it is a timid heart. A heart with insecurities. A heart with doubts. A heart with anxiety and fears. It is a human heart. Flawed and imperfect, but yearning to be the best heart it can be. This heart is not to be shared. Not to be given out again so easily. This heart must be won. This heart must be wooed, and ripped out of my chest by the only thing that can do so, the bond that comes when you find the another heart that beats at the same pace as yours and with the same tune. Another heart that wants what you want out of this life, another heart willing to risk itself for yours. Willing to risk being hurt and broken, because the ultimate reward is more beautiful than anything on this earth. Love.

Old Advice to a Young Pothead

Of course life sucks man. Thats a proven known fact. But life is also beautiful and wonderful and enjoyable and has many good times. Don't stick to the negative ones and hold on to the shitty times. Or you'll be forever depressed and down. Whatever it may be that has you feeling shitty or in a rut. Its temporary and you'll be gucci in the future. Just don't let negative shit affect you, and be positive, have a positive attitude and move forward to a more positive stage in your life. If you haven't picked it up yet, being positive and positivity is the key my nigga. I could repeat it a million times. But you just gotta believe it and just Nike that shit, nah mean? Just dooo itt. Life is only bad and it will only suck if you let it. Just like life will be good, and will make you happy if you let it. Its what you take out of things that matter. For example, if you go into a movie theater to watch a movie, and you think its going to suck and its going to be a shitty movie, then thats exactly what it'll be. Its what you take out of it, and the mindset you have when approaching things. If you go to that same movie, and you're hype as fuck and heard good things about it, then thats what you'll get out of it. I know a movie is kind of a bad example, because there are some movies that are just plain bad, and some that are just too damn good for someone to hate on. But you get the gist of what Im saying? Its your attitude towards things that is going to change how those things affect you. I don't even know what could be troubling you. Or what is troubling you. But, this is just advice and thoughts I have heard and formed that help me throughout my every day life. You have full control of how you feel about things, and you're the one that chooses how you feel. Nothing else, and no one else. Don't forget that shit and keep your head up. And about the weed thing.. I feel you on that man. But, its not like weed is going to become extinct any time soon. You'll always blow a dutchie another day. So just look forward to that day.

Post About My Life, Take 2

I find myself in the same place.. 6 hours later, with only one of them being of sleep.

I ask myself..

Why am I still here?

Patience.

Stop and smell the flowers?

                           what flowers?

Maybe I'll be able to profit off making quality perfumes..

vocally.unequivocally.

my life has changed since i met her.
      the girl in the
                       ha-ha-hip
scarf,
with
       f             i     
           l    w     n  
             o             g

        gold hair.

good?                            GREAT!

morning marigold kisses
 are filled
with the pungent aroma of:
                          puppy.

"Has it been six weeks yet?",
             I ask myself.

"I hope not",
             I respond.

Frantic. Restless. Bored.

Oh how... time flies by; its truly not fair..

I depart,
                        [or even
I hope you grow to love me, even when I'm not under your wear.
                                         the thought of]
Do you know how hot and breathtaking it is under there?

Seriously. It should come with a fan...

you have me.

sweating.

d
r
i
p

d
r
i
p
.
.
.

tsssssssssssss..

as sound faintly
                                po                     r 
                          r  e s          t a                
                 v va   t o
               evaporates into air.
           ev
            e  t                  ..ssssss

Post About My Life, Take 1

It is 5:03AM... I am overdue for a good night's sleep, but like always, I avoid one. Why? I have no idea, it might be the incessant need to feel as if: I'm accomplishing something. Regardless of what it may be... today is February 17th. If all goes according to plan, I shall be departing for Europe on this same date (the 17th), in April. Tonight marks... yet another night of planning and theorycrafting. I found out a lot of useful information tonight; about lodging and activities to embark upon... I hope that all of my attempts at living the life I want to live, aren't futile. I need a change.

a hairy situation

Dear Whoever,

The truth is..
  I was taught to never settle.

Until...

                 one
 I found the      to whom no      can be compared.
                                        one

Back to the harsh reality.. I know its not fair.

But I'd

                    really

like you to give back, my favorite sweater.

                        Yours; falsely,
                                   Nobody.

P.S. - Please shave your genitalia.

a meeting, of sorts.

Your lips are roads, your hips are open fields, your hands are city streets....
          and
               I
                    like a
  fluttering whisper
                          in the
                                  w i n d.
am

                 lost




in your love.

I'm              lost

              ,

never to be found. I must go now, but I've come to stay forever.

When I'm gone,

                blow a

                                  k i s s

my way. So that I may catch it with the

r
 a
  y
   s of the                                         sun.


B  i  l  l  o  w  i  n  g

down
on
my
back,

much Like
         the stacks
                  Out of my lungs.

i'Ve found, some
            thing, i will nEver
                     lose again.