O Time Gods…
Can I have my Saturday back?
I forgot to do everything.
Anonymous asked: I read your poetry to get inspired to write my own. Thanks dude, keep writing
Thank YOU, anon! It’s always so nice to feel appreciated.
Your Heart is an Empty Room—Death Cab for Cutie—Cover
I recorded this a while ago, and now felt like a good time to share it. It’s a little rough, but I think I meant the words I was singing.
I think the essence of adulthood is realizing how limited your resources (time, money, energy) are, and learning how many opportunities there are to deplete them.
Dream of Plastic Pieces
The moment you started to explain, everything shattered, and I woke up puzzled and full of fear.
Writers are a fickle lot.
They leave, and only words remain.
My roommate and I sang along to the Adventure Time theme song.
Achievement unlocked: male bonding.
Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.E. E. Cummings
Present or past?
Or simply high-stakes.
Ambiguity is pain,
but less pain than certainty.
I needed a reason to live.
I think I made you that reason.
But I can’t do that.
You can’t do that.
It’s all lost in a world of hurt
but somewhere, there’s the real me.
I thought we bonded
over who we really are
but lately it seems
we’ve warped into a typical tragedy.
I am tense, and when I tell friends
I don’t know which tense to use.