"The only few time where I will sweat profusely.. When I know I’m in trouble, when I’m writing poetry, and when you are breaking my heart. Just know that one of these is usually indicative of another or happening all at once."

— lost & found (soul on fire?)

That’s when ya lost.

     I wish more fathers called their sons dear.  I wished more mothers called their daughters sturdy.  I wished everyone was a lot less concerned with sex. I really wish they would just stop being so blatantly ignorant of offering what people need.  I couldn’t give a fuck less what things were like in 1945.  Times have changed and tradition is ingenuous.  Get off of it and show some love.  

                         (Sincerely yours, the generation of constant development.)

"Psychiatry is outdated and sanity is overrated. Learn anything you can that isn’t subjective to opinion, and choose your own adventure."

— house on fire. (work IS progress)

On you is where my eyes lie.

I see those things

The ones you do for all of us

That look to you

For something we can’t give ourselves

But we’re always wrong

It’s only rarely real

We sing these songs

What else can we do

While you dance along

Like your moves they don’t matter

But someone’s always left behind

So we found our groove

You finally see me

I make my move

This isn’t really happening

Because while I lay

You are always playing

Nothing I say

No you will never hear it

So what can we do?

Always wrong.

Always wrong.

I have to tell the truth…

You’re so worth it

I so fear this

Want it all the same

You win

You win

Again.

"I can’t get a rush off your nicotine anymore so it must be over. We can’t sing together at all either way. The absence of laughter is deafening to me. I don’t know. I don’t care if it’s me or you. Then it’s nothing babe. If you don’t like where it’s going there’s really only one thing ."

— house on fire 

"Yeah, and it’s always felt like the devil was my only advocate. Just be on my team. Please? Either way. I’m after it."

— gunpowder

Falling.

Not a curse or a privilege

It’s a mutiny of the mind

All these silly ideas

 I can write and all night

All I here is the treble

So so high off it all 

All I can do is

"When I really start writing I try so hard to be calm but the blood it rushes through my ears. My heart beating faster while my patience it lacks. But i swear this is it. I swear i am this."

— house on fire. (palpitations)

"Just because you try to be what you wanna be, it doesnt mean that you are. I’m more interested in seeing who you don’t seem to be when you aren’t even trying at all."

— true story.

This home like it never existed.

And listening to this song.  In this room.  For the last time.  Is more than I can take.  Our mother finally took the only remnants of you from this place.  Almost four years. The clothes that you wore here on the night that you died.  She took them out of the closet.  She took them out of this house with the curtains and hangers like they were the same.  I could have never done it. It wasn’t hers and she wasn’t here when I lost you.  She says that this all means nothing to her.  It means everything to me.  All I know is I’m so sorry for this place and what it cost you. 

"You gotta know that although you may never really believe that they love you, you have to let them try."

— house on fire. (work in progress)

"the energy of 5 million condensed suns."
"Romanticize. Indulge. Get myself lost in myself. I spin webs of creation and I wish not to escape from these dreamy desires that play with the shadows of nightmares. Although i am asleep in these moments I control my destiny and ward off the incubus of guilt, doubt and anxiety. The torturous impact that negativity can have on me. But I am so intrigued that I cannot be frightened. It’s the dark that brings these images to life. But the light that lies within, it always wins."

— mad cap yearning (house on fire)

Play nice.

Practice kindness.  Start small Tiger.  Get it right, then get them all.

Hi Baby.

Can we talk for only a minute about this, but make it clear?  Lemme sing some K-ci & JoJo to you.  Yeah, I got jokes too.  Watch cartoons and talk dirty in each others beds.  Lets go play.  Climb stuff, and create what we see in our heads.  We could go nowhere and everywhere together.  Listen to the music and make our own.  Precise images and scribbled poems.  I’m asking a lot.  Yeah, I know.