Fight Club and Nuvo

I/I am slipping/I'm tripping/Floating away/And I know/They
Know/Oh yeah they know/Something is strange here/Be
There/To long and you'll feel it/It could be/Paranoia/Or maybe the drugs/Alcoholism/There
Is/Something/Something/Something/Some thing I'm forgetting/A past life/A psychological disease/There is
Something/Different/Distance/Fuck it/I know there is something wrong here/I can feel it/Something very
Wrong/Here

Like I Did, Yesteryear....

Sometimes I wish it was yesteryear,

Oh yesteryear, why did you leave me so?

Torn, broken, mangled, confused,

Mostly hurt and yearning,

Simple still.

Really, really, really, simple,

I just need to look them over,

The love and the lap-dances....

And the sins in which I paid for.

A calm is in order,.... alas,

Slowing down my world,

Could end it the world as we know it,

Selfish, conflicted, or understanding the facts?

Well..... lets be honest with ourselves, 

The weed isn't cheap,

The liquor isn't free,

The fun is over at least for me.

The ride was nice,

Yet it was yesteryear.

Who I was,

In yesteryear.

Is not who I can be,

So lost in yesteryear.

Shutting down the system,

Hiding who I am,

From who you see.

Keeping those close,

Ignorantly, blissfully away,

From I,

But allowing them close,

Close enough to pretend to,

Know me.

Sorry For the Wait

I know it's been a while since you heard from me. I'm back now, time for some death and normalcy. (Meaning poetry bad romance stories and the other shit you come to expect.) So I hope you are ready. Links and shit to come. First poem for the season coming soon.

Please understand me. This drinking shit is crazy. I'm nuts I'll admit to that, but being in love kills that. That's all you get tonight.

Confusing Your Highness

I was a peasant,

In the presence,

Of a Queen, so I created a rockstar,

Just to lose her in the lights and the scene.

But you can’t lose a Queen,

No matter how uneasy, queasy,

She is always in the spotlight,

And the media keeps me lost and confused.

I wish I could do it differently,

The worlds being so different,

My mind just differs,

Killing my dreams, dashing out my hopes.

X and O, representing hugs and wishes,

Wishes bigger than the Queen,

The peasant, the rockstar,

The Atlantic, The Pacific,

Alas, I ramble…

In my mind I was a peasant before a Queen,

Bigger than friends,

Bigger than us,

Bigger than this,

This, something, I don’t understand,

That, something, you don’t understand.

Yet everything, I wish to explain,

Is to hard to do,

Before I lose you,

I must…. explain…

Everything….

My liege, this explains nothing.

Soup and Town House Crackers

I swear I want to move in with Alice,
Commit suicide in malice,
That's homicide to the white rabbit.

Fresh off the meds, I circum to the madness,
Like this shit is in fashion,
And I hate it like a passion,
But on the meds, you like my smile,
Even though follow by and all the while,
It's really just good acting.

Vodka to sleep,
Music to feel emotions,
Weed to ease the stress,
Maybe I'm just......losing it,
But that must be the drugs,
The doctors think I'm fine,
As long as I keep popping,
They say I won't lose my mind.

The truth being,
Can you lose something....that was never found....

As a guy who watches Monday Night Raw every week the rest of you can go to hell.

More Up to Date News

Ezada says I'm in love, I think it's just my high though. But she knows me very well. You know, being a part of my imagination and such. But she thinks I'm in love with another part of my imagination. And if so it only makes sense to cut that part of me off. Correct? It's like a lobotomy, but not really. I'm confuse, and taking in all the things I've been taking in lately isn't helping. I'm fighting a pass love very often and she seem to be giving up on herself. Another friend won't speak to me, but tweet her life away. Chasing these dudes that's chasing other chicks. It's wild, but I'm the immature one. Oh well. I plan on going back to school early. And I got another event coming up. I'm excited. That's it for today

Update

So I haven't posted in a while but here is an update. Meds, Vodka, Rum, Meds, Meds, Smoke session, Mixing, Meds, Vodka, Sleep, Smoke, Mix, Meds, Vodka

Smoke and Mirrors

To that girl, I want to spend my last high with,
You don't know who you are,
The "you're not my type" chick,
The type of girl I'll give up this life with,
Alas she chases the model types,
6 pack wash board abs blue jeans and a hat to match,
Hipster sheik.
But she'll trade the jeans and hat, for a dude with a suit if he got a car waiting out back,
She isn't shallow or easy, Her standards are high,
And my clouds fall right below them.
Strange clouds leads .... to strange times,
A rebound if I'm lucky,
Or maybe the mishaps, of dunking confessions, and a nice high night,
Truth is I just want a shot of your vodka, the pink sparkling fizz that I've learn to love so much.
"I must be dreaming," she thought, "cause I know this can't be real," she continued,
"I got too much on my plate, and you couldn't be an appetizer, main course, or desert,
Not to hurt your feelings friend, but you are just not my choice of mate."
Or so the story goes, with the million of scenarios that I run, were you just say no,
Delusion is my best friend, after I spill my life on film to you sober,
And with that we've been through too much, and now I'm stuck,
Call it the "Friend Zone" crutch, so I'll let my imagination flush,
If we kiss, we touch,
Then I'll want more, and you might... you'll want it to,
You'll ask me to leave,
It was a mistake of too many drinks, and real good trees,
And too much confessing of pass thoughts, you wouldn't, we shouldn't,
Imagination still rambling, wubs coming though my headphones,
While I see us jamming, to that new techno sound called Srkillix,
I faintly hear you saying, "Damn Moe, you nigga lipped it."
Then I see that awkward smile, followed by that awkward laugh,
Last that awkward face, full of red blush, I laugh too, not to console but because it's funny,
We're that comfortable, yet... awe fuck it.
You're looking for forever, and my sanity levels, with your up and down trebles,
Will never meet at a point, in which my imagination would make sense,
And since we gave up on me making sense, next time I sense you're single,
I'll blow you a big O, and smoke you a sweet kiss.
~~~~~~~~~~END OF POEM~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So according to my friend Ez, I wrote this poem about a girl that I'm in love with. Alas I tell her this is purely bad. But I'll leave it up to the rest of the world to shoot an opinion that is if anybody actually reads these things.