sunsets

Yay. It's been a long time since i've put up any writing, (I know it's been killllling you guys) but im back with a couple of new pieces i wrote tonight, just sitting around.

so in advance, my apolgies for subjecting you to it. never-the-less, enjy.


frudat

The clouds sent imposing troops, a fleet of willowy beauty, a cavalcade of warriors.

but the moon shine brightly, and when the time came, shined through it.

for even though the clouds had attempted to overthrone the moon as king of the night sky, they had failed in thier attempts.

and as i sat on the docks of updike bay, my feet swinging freely in the air, i could only think of the 2 valuable lessons, id just received.
(1. grace and humilty are the best virtues. you wont get anywhere without them

2. Just because you think your all alone, and you go unnoticed, shut up. You are noticed. And you probably make the people that notice you, very happy.



smile the brightest smiles

I sang an ode
to my old best friend
i buried them
in the white plains of snow
along with the places and things i used to know

and the moon shone brightly
with the lucidity of a tidal wave

fluorscent lights guiding my way along tonight
each road, freedom, freedom and want.
but what am i to do when ive run out of road

do i go on towards your heart, to see the object of your attraction?

i sigh gently tonight
for i will sleep.

Some day, the sun will never set.

Generation Y go fuck yourselves.

31 people killed. At school.

Not in Iraq. Not in war. None of that.

At school. At School

School, a safe haven, a place where you go to learn, to better yourselves, to make yourself a better person.

Fucking school. I hate my generation. This world is cruel, it makes me sick. We're going to hell in a handbasket.

We're the future of the world? Progress and innovation lays in our hands, the same hands that are quick to shamelessly end innocent life?

A generation that's so quick to solve or remedy thier problems by taking drastic measures, measures that end other lives, and ruin families?

This generation is pitiful. Pitiful. We put such an emphasis on stupid ass things. How many friends we have on myspace, how many comments we have on our social networking tools, how many surveys we can fill out in day, when so much more important shit is going on.

We care about dumb ass shit, how much we can drink, how badass we look, how many people we can have sex with. Only a generation with such a fucked up persepctive on the world can spawn a person who feels they need to end 31 other lives for whatever problem they may have.

For that matter, who knows if the person had problems? Luckily it's our generation that could spawn a sick individual who goes and kills innocent people for "fun".

What the fuck could be so bad in someones life that they feel it neccesary to go end others lives, much less 31 other lives?

Fuck you generation y. Go fuck yourself. I don't want any part of you. I hate it. I hate it. It's sickening. School.

School.

And none of you will probably even care. Thats why I hate you.

For the first time in my life since 9/11, I felt emptiness. Literal emptiness.

Struggling to find emotions to just even graze the surface of how I should feel. Anger? Sorrow? Disgust?

This was weirder. 9/11 was the result of foriegners not liking our way of life, alien entities hellbent on showcasing thier hatred for America on a grandiose scale.

This was worse. This was in America, at a school no less. To think that anyone is just capable of relentlessly gunning down innocent people, in America, is insane.

On 9/11, I watched two symbols of American freedom and strength become reduced to rubble in what seemed like mere moments.

Today, I think I may of watched one of the last bastions of hope for society become diluted and tarnished. A place of higher learning reduced to nothing but a mass grave for my peers.

Brothers.
Sisters.
Nieces
Nephews
Uncles.

The world is cruel.

palm

im going to california.


people frustrate the hell out of me.


and what better excuse to see palm trees?

Shinsplints.

You write about summer too much.

Blow me, It's what I love.

A reflection of summer, vol 2y7604367

Oh man, I can't wait untill summer.

Best songs in the summer. Plus girls.

Oh man, I feel like a Beach Boy.

Srsly, music and girls plus summer, amazing.

Singing catchy ass songs. The tone of the season: acoustic.

Constants. Hot weather, clear skies and pretty sunsets.

Stark contrast from cloudy, abysmal condtions like now, constantly wet.

Summer. The breeze kicks ass, the sky looks like the bluest ocean you could ever dream up. Each phase of the day, beautiful.

Sunrise,
Day
Sunset, beauty amazing colors.

Night is amazing. Understatment. It seems as if you can see on forever and every star possible is out. and ou could and you would be happy accomplishing nothing, as long as you layed on your back and watched the stars.

everything is so much happier in summer.

eternal youth.

parchment.

i layed the foundation of this home
with bricks
bought from the blood money
that flows from creeks.

i am the pride of mexico
the son of apathy
melancholy chills my bones

is the paper yellow stained
or has the toxic in my heart seeped onto the only thing i love?