I Got Drunk And Took Some Selfies Waiting For Peanutbutterlung

dreaming of curly hair and shaky knees 💋

The Drinking Game

A wise friend once asked me Do you drink to remember, Or do you drink to forget? Me? I drink to sever and dismember All that fills my head with regret Those pieces in my mind that remind What I had in front of eyes so blind

I drink to forget my name It’s numbness takes away the constant pain Long enough to spark a bigger flame And watch another life blow up in smoke Right in my face And tether the tides Washed up in the storm on every side

I drink to forget it all Where I was this time last fall Where this beaten road says I’m going As long as I keep empty money flowing For all that’s about to start blowing My way in this Winter Wonderland of snow and ice Just gotta keep up with the price

I’m tripping all over my broken bottles And empty promises that started to rot On the inside, like my insides I drink to remember who I’m not

Zodiac 2017 Resolutions!

i've been really getting in my head. like, do i want to live for a long time? or am i going to get caught up with the idea that i can't go back? i don't. right now, at least i think this. my life is precious, and valuable, and i am definitely not trying to do anything to myself. but, i think it's beautiful. and i want to really experience life and give what i can. so, why not just go for it. why do people choose to get stuck? i get some things society has done can't be overlooked. but why are people not just doing what they want more. rather than what society tells you that you have to. i'm opening myself up so much. i'm ready to be the sponge. this is why i'm really in my prime to trip again. it has been ridiculously long since i have, and you know when you're ready for something like that.

Penny Love

Story of my life Black sheep in a white room And you can never assume That you know the real me Though I pour my honest thoughts out When I’m half gone In my mind and it’s nearing dawn On those late night I can’t seem to sleep And you’re the only thing on my mind I think about you all the time I’m spilling lines that only half rhyme And I don’t know how to say, or let it all out My family ain’t shit and you’re my real blood So let’s exchange stories, real feelings, loud bud My friends, you guys, you’re a part of my wolf pack You’re the ones that care about me, and that I love back I’ve lived a long life with half hidden scars to prove it And never in its entirety have I found people worth shit Until that late May day I stumbled upon that corner coffee shop ganjareaper, entrophe, beneath-a-tree, pendleton1994, buriedinleaves, the Stoop kids are on top You’re the loves of my life and I’m so glad I found you There’s a lot of shit people in the world and the exception is you few

Manic Mantra

What’s that Hungry Ghost in your head saying now? To let it all out, to scream and shout In silence and on beaten paper with colours of expression And perception Of sight that’s just right outside your comfort zone You could have never known how much I’ve grown Until I look deep in the crowd with understanding shown

Running away and cheating the price to pay Was always easy when I didn’t want to stay Because I’d rather be chasing the millions of spectrums And open doors in every dimension To the venom in my crystal veins fleeting so stray From the clusterfuck of an array Of bright lights and hushed sounds To lucent colours and wavelengths that surround You and I forever bound.

Cigarettes around a Campfire

There’s seven billion people in the world. There’s 300 million Americans in this country. And 10 million fuckers in the god-forsaken state. But there’s something about you, out of the millions and billions that surround me. You have this aura that attracts me in ways beyond my five senses can fathom. I tell myself a hundred times a day, these fancy clichés, to try and create a happier alternative. While you understand the physics behind what truly makes this 4,000 mile wide Mother Earth go round. You like downers, while I pull up any chance I get. You’re the yin to my yang. Let’s mix and melt together into something far beyond grey. No colours can match your smile and that spark in your eyes that burns like a bonfire in my heart. So let’s gather around the campfire to sing silly songs and smoke silly things. Let’s eat something a little funny and see what the night brings. There’s an empty seat to my right. Will you be my left-hand man just for tonight? I want you to leave your worry at the door, there’s no room for that here. Another cigarette while you drink your beer. Let’s talk about how our paths crossed, if they’ll connect again, or if they might have to part. But before we do, just give me a little longer to cherish this night in my heart.

A trippy write.

Drew this bored at a coffee shoppe. I'll probably do something inside the peace sign soon. I'm more of a writer than a typical artist (it's all art) but I'm trying something new. Opinions? Enjoy the mess.

change

change.

a change in scenery

and change of pace

while i keep my space

you build miles while i build minutes

what’s the speed limit

it takes to diminish someone’s spirits

is it the cold

as the distance grows

is it seeing who can put on a bigger show

i’m not afraid to take the stage

i refuse to go in another cage

but if we’re both in the spotlight

blinding white, like a deer in headlights

how can we find each other tonight?

cause maybe we can’t hold hands

when we’re too busy holding our cigarettes

dry lips, to occupied to build connections

of affections

to those we so desperately cling on showing

baby, i’m glowing

no wait. it’s slowing

dragging like a cripple in mud

heavy like a high school backpack

in the summer

heat

heating up

when you think you’ve had enough

burning

like your grandmother’s cast iron

sizzling

until

it cracks in your broken mirror

of the reflection you’ve left behind

i thought

but that’s the thing about skeletons

they’re a part of you apart from you

shadows stretch and shrink

because just when you think

you’re in control

you fall deeper in the rabbit hole