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I have two eyes and a mouth, I think I might still have two ears... yes. yes. i do. I find that at my weakest moments that I am strong.

Saturday, January 31, 2009

dude... this is me part one

Bukowski once wrote a poem and it went something like this if you take the writer away from the typewriter all you are left with is the disease that made him write in the first place. I feel like this pertains to me in a way that is overwhelmingly predominant. I am first and foremost an artist I suppose, but most of the time I feel like I am only pretending.

Normally I would have sat down and wrote about where I came from or what I liked to do but I feel as if that really doesn't matter, I believe that the topic at hand should not be about your past but who you are right in this moment. Sure your past forms who you are but you shouldn't let it define you. So that chapter in my life is closed.

I am open minded and tend to not take sides on subjects because of my extreme curiosity to see both view points. I am also fascinated by the human sexuality, and philosophy.

I'm terrified of turning 27. I have a few years to prepare but I am convinced I will die at this age. Think about it. Jim Morrison (speaking of Jim I have poster in my room of him and his nipples always make me feel uncomfortable), Janis Joplin, Kurt Cobain, Jimi Hendrix. All of them died at 27, I think I need to do something now to fix this fear maybe I should go to counseling again. Maybe not.

When I was younger I used to think the music at restaurants came from little fairy people who where forced to play music all day in the ceiling. ( I know I wasn't going to talk about my past but I figured this was crucial information in defining my personality)

I also love Feta and eating cold pork and winning at e bay. I also believe that art is everywhere and is everything.

Pens. I collect them.


Saturday, January 24, 2009

I love your kisses. If only I knew who you where.





















“Being in love is like a refreshing drink of water, no matter what anyone else thinks of you, you always have that one person who doesn’t care and who thinks the world of you regardless."

dream until you die.




Kites are fun when they don't fly.

Flowers and candles burn

As water fills my room

Lightning strikes

As I think about your naked body

And the way we could intertwine

I make tea and sit in a corner

Staring at my face

Memorizing  every feature

Tracing the lines with permanent marker

And crying until my tears are dry

 

When will we come alive

Its winter

And I have become October

Leaves surround my heart

Protecting every beat

 

I envision us together

Mocking the world

Collecting lawn gnomes

And dancing in the rain.

I get lost with the sound of your voice

Incense burn

And lightning strikes

 

Darkness surrounds the morning

And fog my heart.

Who will save me

And when will morning come

I envision us together

Entangled in the sheets

Everything smells so sweet

As I sip my tea

In my corner tracing the outline of your face

And painting with the color of your eyes

Using your body as canvas

And my heart as insperation.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

jump my friends, I will wait for you to come down and then i will catch your bounce and therefore jump higher

Today is my last day at wal mart... so long my fellow co-workers i will miss everyone of you very much, except for that lady that works up front that smells like wet cabbage. Jewelry will never be the same without me. but don't fret east side wal mart i shall be back because you are now my home.

I realized today that I have a problem, its called perfect zoning I have to do but only in the presence of clothes... they are my only friends.

I saw a boy today and yesterday and he has beautiful eyes and a nice smile. he's a nice boy a friendly boy. 

I ate a chicken sandwich for lunch.