My Siege On The Fairytale

I’m always screaming to at least one kid.

My drama’s only on once a week.

I spend my spare time watching others.

Biting success is biding time to live.

Are the stereotypes present?

What’s the foundation to a present love affair?

Why the contraceptive when we’re running low on air?

You’re creating social tension that we all get to share.

So what if i die tonight?

So what if I pride myself in the fact that i’m pure as a fucking pig?

I ate my own words, they came back to haunt me.

You’re replaying old tapes of your relapses as the structure protecting you from another collapses.

My style over yours, i’m sick of this shit.

From the fire within us: Victory or death.

Are you still playing rockstar?

Well i’m still a kid that no one understand.

God gave me a backpack of accolades for “chuck scwartz”s crashing of the promenade. 

But i’ve got two left feet in my mouth when it comes to acceptance speeches made about how you’re how I got these awards and how six whole dementia wards were saved for me and my five imaginary friends until you came.

I always botch the acceptance speech. 

Proceed with shallow heckling.

We’ll see how far you get with your go-to word as faggot.

Off-topic nick in my not so slick mosaic of praise with poise towards girls and boys. Noise is choice when from my voice because these words are heard in scarcity. Complexity is vexing me, simplicity is found in the love held above all else that I have for you.

I’m possibly spoiled if this is all I have to say.

So policy wears, see?

I'm policing wares, not polishing where I see myself some miles ahead.

Dead end isn't even the start of the situation.

A heist with the atmosphere at stake, what I would do for the shake of an old pal's hand.

When will we hit the sun?

I think I bottomed out long before I thought so.

Let's take what's not undone just to let her go her own way.

Stationary and blank stationery.

Tip me over.

Face fear of falling face first for free.

Now to know her.

Did death disappear due to denounced diaries?

Empty pastries, empty pastries.

Come back to a world where you understand me.

a starting statement

new diary’s birth

cryptic is, goal transparent

anticipation dreams it’s own dreams

ashes under sand

with a certain tranquility met

stars collision with semantics left nothing at all

the ink is present

stillness interrupted

behold joy

andtheywillriot:

people who ‘get it’. i swear i’d go insane if everyone was just black and white and mindless.

can’t stress this enough. fuel for surviving.

Brother, brother, here’s to your forward progress. Your growth has profited in honor and pride. You’re not hiding in tea, but sipping on steps, it’s not a slip-up when I say “i’m humbled to even know the guy”. Here’s to the first! Here’s to the first that won my fiercest grip. Quality assurance is an alluring stance of quality. Shine bright, make it home on time. I’ve got a cherry cola here with your name on it. Here’s to those who never dull.

-this is for dylan. love you, man. boston will see me.

i think i miss it more as every day goes by