Pale Blue Eyes
In this town, there is nothing to do and nowhere to go when the sun goes down.
When I met her, she said she wanted to take it slow. Sitting around parking lots smoking. We would drink and drive. When the sky starts to bleed we would drive to her house. Empty. Jump into the pool. Dripping wet, she opens up her parents liquor cabinet. Jack was hers and Jim, mine. Sitting on the couch, ruining its leather, we make out. Her wet hair clings to my hand, and her hand squeezes my heart. Our lips meet and part constantly, leaving the Jack and Jim dry. But when I push on, she pulls away. “You should go.”
So I go. I go on looking and chasing other girls. Fun and Games. She still waits, wanting to take it slow. Right where I left her. I tell her, “I love you.” “I love you, too.” She knows I’ve been wandering. And I know she’s been sleeping with other guys. I don’t know what I’m smiling for. This pain, this rip brighten ups my life. There was no yelling. She apologizes and says sorry in tears. She says don’t leave me.
There is nowhere to go and nothing to do when the sun goes down.
Posted January 30, 2012 at 3:59pm in Breakdown and the aftermath and then the triumphant return
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Need Before Greed
The things that we need and things that we want are quite different. Sometimes we confuse those two. Most of the time, we convince ourselves that those two are the same.
I wanted to become a Firefighter when I was 6. And then I wanted to become something else, later.
As of late, I decided to give up on the idea of wanting to become something. I decided that I need to become something. Something important, something useful. Without usefulness, what is the point of holding on to it? If my life isn’t useful, all I am doing is wasting every bit of resource that could have gone to someone else. If I decide to live such a useless life, I become nothing but a greedy prick holding back everyone, and holding on to every single, pitiful breathe that I don’t need.
If I am not needed, what is the point of carrying on? If the world does not, even better, cannot find a need for me, should I be continuing on this sorry life, after all these years? How many more people should I hold back, hoping that I find what I can be used for?
What do I need, what do I need, what do I need…
I want to die.
But I need to get my life together.
Q
do you have any favorite bloooogs? which ones?!love yourrrs
from:Anonymous
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Hello,
Not blogs per say but here are some tumblrs.
http://mermaidporn.tumblr.com/
http://watertalkradio.tumblr.com/
http://jessicaclark.tumblr.com/
http://theonetrackmind.tumblr.com/
http://doctorinternet.tumblr.com/
Thanks for liking mine. I should update some more, huh?
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As I try (not) to.
Play by the Rules.
Grew up playing video Games.
Grew up, then started to Drink.
Regards to Innocence.
Golden cartridge Zelda found it.
Bronze swigs of Jack Daniel’s took it.
Independence Day.
Playing with things from Japan.
Living in things from America.
Sleeping Arrangements.
Twin size bed, Afraid of the dark.
King size bed, the Glass castle.
Growing Up.
Defining the unDefinable.
Un-define the Defined.
