June 2011
59 posts
A Caveman's Poem (old one I just dug up)
I WAS IN MY CAVE FOR A WHILE (my whole life) and then you came. you brought flame. it lit up the walls, and brighter became my manic drawings done in restless hours thinking about when you’d come and you LEFT. GONE.
Now I am in my cave still spilling precious water wasting precious time, I forgot how unbearably boring this is, breaking sticks for fire but it’s not the same without my...
The complete Stax-Volt Singles 1959-1968 →
andrewmcclain:
If you like soul and can open .rar files, well, today is your lucky day. If you’re like me, you feel like a fat kid at a buffet.
It’s a lotta singles, y’all.
You are my fucking hero.
goodnight
when you you wake up in the middle of the day from your conscious coma you take a drag off your freshly lit cigarette and take a sip of whatever’s in your hand and stare into the air as the smoke rises from your crippled grip you follow it off to the left into the noise blow it out your nose and take a deep breath and you notice the waves in your head singing praises
your lifelessness...
degaussedrachel:
“our interactions will get progressively weirder for me if you continue to call me papa bear.”
Oh god
Belle and Sebastian
and clouds and cigarettes. And Mt. Rainier.
Today’s a good day so far.
What's it all about?
To be nobody but yourself in a world that’s doing its best to make you somebody...
– E.E. Cummings (via bringtheruckuss)
Love and stuff
Years ago, I used to stay up all night on my mom’s porch in the summer, playing my guitar and smoking cigarettes, drinking a ridiculous amount of coca-cola. It was so calming, but at the same time my head would never rest. Everything was simple. Especially love. It didn’t make sense at all, and it didn’t need to. I was ridiculously romantic and playful; and at the time I would...
Up late listening to own music. →
Is that weird? That’s weird isn’t it. God, I’m bored.
Old Poem
I was sad. I’ve been sad, I am sad; this is nothing new but an unusual dose I remember not too long ago, almost for just a little bit, bitter a moment of clarity creeping, I held on my back the weight of a discovered purpose but then it dissolved under my nose unknown to me, like some sort of enlightenment that’s been there the entire time, one of those “it’s not something...
tamlynraven asked: So, I just read through a ton of your poetry posts and fuck dude... you are good. Have you ever thought about recording any of them for youtube or performing them at open mics? I mean they are great to read cold but a few of them read as if they'd be BEAUTIFUL heard out loud. Just had to tell you it made my night to read some great stuff. Hope all is well!
I just made myself an Old Crow and Coke.
You may call it “poor man’s jack and coke” but I think Jack Daniels is all sugary and nasty. Whiskey is supposed to be whiskey. It’s supposed to burn your chest as it goes down and make you feel like you’re drinking with purpose. It’s not supposed to taste sweet. It’s alcohol. It’s poison. It’s bad for you.
Meh, but people can drink what they...