We Shared A Lakehouse.

It leads me to beleive that he used his dry skin as ink as blotter.
As matter of factly a statement could be said.
So it rang as so.
How can I enjoy my meal
if my grandparents cant get out of my drink?
No sooner had the sun set
then me to be assaulted by blue
raw hues of color, assaulting me as i rethink helplessly
No one told you to care this much.
So I attach, whats the cause for concern?
do we really live in such a bland world
that things such as genuine affection and honesty are discarded
for the virtues that idiocy eschews?

Octopi

Don't mind the garden
The octopus arent taking too well
I remember wide eyed awe
I saw a squirell!
What else besides prostitution
could i lay on my back and just enjoy it with glee
Above, space became my playground
venturing to wide open fields
with nothing in hand
and arriving back far after sundown
and open windows, starry nights
breezes, everything was right.
everything was right.

Shanty

What a hole my face has become.
To allow such filth to slip in
to listen, to allow, to give attention to such ridiculous notions
I swallow, and regain my splendor.
my eyes view a tree
a previous me would beleive in notions
like i was just with my girlfriends
or i really had to run an errand i swear, but
this incarnate cut through the revelry, and realized
that it went down, snapped under duress
enjoiyng its life as a log.

Giant Steps.

Uhm, so yeah. I just found a bunch of my writing from my creative writing class. (rofl). In retrospect, it was an amazing class, becuase it taught me about techniques and such. Also because it made me not be lazy, and organize all my stuff. So yes, this will be a big, long, boring post, but enjoy it. I really like a couple of these pieces, and I hope you do too.



Nassau County

I shaved today, and decided to slit my throat. Unbeknownst to me I had nothing left to give, I sat and stared, i sucked wind, and blew sweet kisses. Iin the distance, I beheld a figure, majestic, grand, pure, and unadulterated good, the aborigines to my sides spoke in hushed tones. His name was Bryan Kreis, and to the multitudes he brought salvation. approaching me now, my heart beat faster, and as he began to speak my heart stared to crumble, but he looked and...

complimented me on my fucking beard.

Westerlies

I want to fuck a stupid New Jersey hooker and then bathe myself in her various cosmetic nuiances,
I want to immerse myself in a subculture of complete idiocy,
I want to feast on the misfortune of others, I desire to dine at the table of suffering,
and laugh at the ignorant,
blindly fellating hollow ideas and values.
Tonight, I'll suffocate myself slowly and bury myself under pretentious reasoning.

This next piece is an actual structured poem. It's a pantoum, and although it may not be the best, Im very proud of me actually being able to complete one. I hate structure, and attempting to structure poems. (im a bad poet in the traditional sense, lawl)

Untitled Pantoum

She breathes, she walks, she does everything air tight,
The way she moves, makes me forget about her flaws, if only for a bit.
I don't need the chance, I dont have the time, I don't need your burden
You'd package my failure and sell it for profit.

The way she moves, makes me forget about her flaws, if only for a bit.
I see through, I spend time lying, I defend myself from you.
You'd package my failure and sell it for profit.
No friends care, no one comes to my aid, all she does is imbrue.

I dont need the chance, I dont have the time, I dont need your burden
She breathes, she walks, she does everything air tight.

Ahoy! The Gilfs!

Oh shit, this again?
Same thing, different day
I know what shes asking,
She does it, I hate it, Deny it so,
What the hell, my mind races, sweaty
Sweaty palms, her eyes wander, drift
And come back again, I can't keep
Doing it, but it happens, What do I do?
She's a girl, I know, she's different, it's true.
A vision in antiquity, weathered and learned
What the hell? I do it, maybe get pleased
Don't do it, and I'm happy, but she aint
I can't, she can't, she won't let me live it down.
She asks with a smile
I answer with a frown
To answer without akwardness is futile
For, to others this is a no brainer
But to me I can't, just can't start to do it,
She's nice, true, she's attractive maybe,
But to tell you the truth,
I can't do it, I just can't
Bring myself to kiss,
My best friends mom.

That was an internal dialogue piece, that I threw together 2 mintues before it was due. The next is an early attempt by me, to create a rhyming poem.

Perishable

She left at about a quarter past noon,
Disguised as an errand, an effort to start anew
To her parents it wasn't much too soon
Expected, unexpected was what she yearned to do

Moved to a town, where the liquor flowed like water
Met drifters in bars, and found hope in thier gaze
Unknowingly, her trust is what led to her slaughter
He rhope for a better future devoured by a blaze

The news ran a bulletin, the media ate it up
A delicate body, found maimed, disembowled and tore
Mutiliation abound, her blood filling the news' cup
Front page headlines championing the cops, the case shut like a door.

It's a shame when this is what I write about
A shame that I write and describe so
A way to get my vivid imagination out
Im glad I don't write what I know.



The next poem, was supposed to to be an open poem. I had nothing else to write about, so i decided to write about my dad. (ps, he likes to drink.) I like it, but i feel it seems too... hawthorne heights-y, too angsty. But i like it, so enjoy.

Cruz Azul

Co-sign, Un sign, Resign this,
Pushing, pulling, demanding the world
Wordsgetjumbledup,yourmeaning can'tbeclear
You promise the best, but deliver the least.
A stoic face, drunken, and ignoble, dishonorable hands
Tied together from the start, to end, to the near begin of every
Thing, you've ever tried to do, just continues on, in a circle for
This is how you've given me the best in run on sentences punctuated
By the smell of hard liquor, sod, and sweat, the green of your shirt bleeds
into your skin, a metamorphasis, your words rise
and fall, like the promises you make
the actions you leave, the course
you take, I've never known
you to be truthful, or sober
I ask for the least
I expect this
father



Wow, really ffing long post. I think that satisfies Sundays and Mondays quota. Im going fishing folks.

chemicals between us

if i had to be any animal in the world, id be a walrus, because they are so awesome. they are huge, and stuff, and powerful ferocious creatures, with huge tusks, to kill people with.

man summer is coming so quick... this year, for the yearly installment of my world reknowned mixtapes, "Smooth Bitches" and "Makin Out Jams" im adding "The Farewell Tour", onto the end of both albums because well this is my last summer before Im officially a college student, and i dont have to come home to this house every day.

so this summer calls for alot of deep sea diving, tressure hunting, using metal detectors to detect fields because i can finally afford them, go spelunking, snorkeling, scubaing, disc golfing, playing pool, playing softball, sitting at the supersecrethidden spot and chill and listen to the allman brothers, and look at the moon. (Moon and stars on a perfect night sky equals mega cool and mega trippy) and workin my magic on all the nervous girls who have hidden desire for me, yet are too afraid to admit it.

tis going to be a GREAT effing summer. Im so happy.

LA SEXORCISTO.

I think this summer, I shall provide myself with much needed R & R.

Because, although my acceptance might not be final, due to my bio class, I think this summer would serve as a perfect summer to accomplish my goal, before possibly heading to juco for another and final fall semester.

I should build a log cabin in the woods, so I can play pool, and disc golf all day.

Well, anything I can do that can get me away from this. And by "this" i dont mean this town, or anything (oh my god, me not bitching about joliet, its a fucking miracle! but seriously) but rather the people I deal with.

Friends, family, and the like. And just random people. People are fuxed up here. i kind of want to move onto the shores and just look at the beach everyday. it beats smoke stacks and deceptive smiles, and false pretenses.

yes, yes, i think this summer shall be a good one indeed! im so excited. tyme2pwn.

Astonishment of Wanderlust.

My modus operandi is not deceipt, or mistrust, or even to sell you the corpse of christ.

nor to ruin or rot your mind.

i operate soley on function and desire.

nothing more advanced then said, but a dificult complex problem to understand

no one understands my blues.

i threw reason into the ocean.


BLUEBABLUEBLABLUEBALUSALUABSBALAGAWOWHOSBABAB./1356

Flesh.

my heart is beating too much for my shallow chest to contain it.

wanna do some blow man?

fuck you, im tireeeeed.

it was true, the way the orange, yellow and red hues, shot acorss the treetops made the sun look as if it was wounded, and bleeding.

i ran along the shores of the river, along the banks. it was ok, but i was kind of tired.

heartbeats pressing against your chest, as you beat upon it with your hands.

i hold this sand in my hands, to let me know not to take anything for granted, i let the sand slip out of my palm to let me know how things fall.

i dont need to see words slip out of your lips, or see the cold november air catch them. i need one thing, promised to me from you. and that is you.

i have these bows in my quiver, i shall keep my heart from devouring yours.

Taking Chances.

Sending letters.

Fall on deaf ears.


anyways,
It's 77 degrees out. i went fishing, today kicked ass. the day cheered me up.

Termination, past tense.

Lets Eat This Lake Dry

The street was a sea.
Your heart is cavernous.
Inside those tranquil eyes, I saw peace.
Your hearts' as docile as the ravens that perch upon stone towers.


I found myself lost in your gaze.
Lost, but not claimed.
I was a shipwreck
I was a survivor of circumstance

The trash needs to be taken out.
As such, I feel the need to leave.
I feel the need to love.
Gloves soaked in kerosene, applied to my wounds.

Longing for perfection is vastly overrated
sitting and accepting defeat is far too much
i'll pack up my bags now
I need to work on another railroad.

these restless nights
and tiring days
take a toll on me.
to strive (andcome up short)
is enough to break a man.

Enough to break a man.

I'll Take One Quarter Pounder, Please.

I might get a dog.

Oh god that'd eb sweet. Id train that mofo to attack.

Well people I don't like anyways. I'd train it to, I would.

Then I'd equip it with a jet pack, and possibly lasers.

HOW KICK ASS WOULD THAT BE?!

We could go on a series of misfortunate adventures.

Maybe, I could teach it to jet-pack into peoples homes and laser thier faces off.

But only the people who make the same 5 goddamn myspace bulletins every day begging people to comment on thier hideous ass pictures that no one wants to look at in the first place.

That's the ticket.

I Swim In A Sea Of Ink

"You dont get it man, it's not that shes STACKED, or goregous, or anything like that that makes me like her.."

Then for what reason?

"I don't know. I don't. Maybe its the hopeless romantic in me but-"

Yeah, you are pretty hopeless. You sit outside and lay in the grass, you count clouds man.

"Well sometimes not having a plan is the best plan".

Whatever. I just wish they'd fix this fucking elevator. I can't stay in here for too long, I'm going to go insane. I get things to do, people to see.

"You move too fast."

Sometimes Being Lonely Is Super Awesome

Flat

You dont get it.
This is a Ford country.
We hang all naysayers
by the gallows.
So False prophets
of Chevy and GMC
Lest those words no
longer purse your lips.
Or face being purged from the land.


Go, Play.

As I look into myself
in the mirror
madness becoming madness
The dark shade on my upper lip
reveals my penchant for hate and malice
(And underneath these razor sharp teeth
of the most vicious shark
which leave many torn from
mind and self)
lays the dark line along my jaw
an indication of anger and dissapointment.
but tonight i shan't be late
I must be on my way
Conquer and Praise.

May I speak to you, in private?

An unprovoked reaction
Im deconstructing my ullnar
little by little
piece by time.
fix me.


Super drunk, and hanging out with friends is sweeet. Having it be a really nice night out, with a nice breeze, and starry skies is cooler mang. Tony Boseo has a righteous pad.

Mirages

I Wade In Springs, in Spring, with you my love.

With gravel clenched in my fist
I let go. love
somberly recess.
pebbles, us, in the grand scheme of things.

and you got problems baby
you got your anger
and you got your sadness baby
you got your hurt.

but you also have me.


Gloria Eu Te amo Entre As Estrelas Nesta Noite Fresca

We crave attention
I want indivuality
while wearing everything thats' cool.


All you need to succeed is visible veins
from abuse and malnutrtion.
and a cool catchphrase.
MURDER-SUICIDE.

Frosties! On me.

So tonight, I take my parchment and my pen
and drag my viasage across the moon
to attempt to get a glimpse of you.

and watching the curves of your face
i smile and let my eyes be filled
for a second perhaps, you will see me

and cast your glance upon my direction
eyes lustfully undoing my being
for a moment, i am still.

I Fuel The Fire, Gustavo Is My Neighbor.

I am reincarnate.

Letter From Rudalfo Villalobos, Concerning The Shrubbery.

My heart is caving in.
With each passing day. And with every gray sky.
My heart is caving in.

Shallow conclaves full of shallow shadows

and inside my heart is a voice.
That echoes off the shape of my past experiences
telling me to hang on.
But I cannot and will not and shall not listen
but i will do what i want though
my heart tells me what i need.

with every sky corrupted by smoke
and towers blending in amongst the Stars
with custom i ignore such offenses
and in my heart, i regress.

each tower is a reason to leave, Gustavo.
leave, leave leave.
lights glowing in heart beat unison
phonetically letting me know.
it's awake.
and among us to stay.

Boy Bands

Im starting a boy band with BK.

KODIAK.

Two 200 lb+ (add another + in my case).

I have to feign mental illness to be recognized for the genius I am.

But we shall be full of cheer, and pop tunes and sing about girls, summer, and the mall.


Our first cd is called " Two Tons Of Love"

Frosties, on me.

So tonight, I take my parchment and my pen
and drag my viasage across the moon
to attempt to get a glimpse of you.

and watching the curves of your face
i smile and let my eyes be filled
for a second perhaps, you will see me

and cast your glance upon my direction
eyes lustfully undoing my being
for a moment, i am still.

YES!

Im sitting here right now, and outside I can see blue sky, with the real pretty tinges of red and orange, due to the sunset.

Summer is almost here. You don't know how happy the sky is making me right now.