Yesterday was my birthday.











It sucked, really bad.

I

i'm that kind of human wreckage that you love

when life is that dog fight with the lingering smell of blood coming from up above

your skin illuminates a bright brilliant red

even though i stare with blank grey eyes like those of the living dead

knowing nothing more than a marijuana induced splurge

mixed together with that almighty jim beam urge

that asks you to laugh at the darkness

can you remember last tomorrow when we'll hit that hangover obsess?

that bleeds those secret longings

of the time i traded my gentle 2 of hearts for that wild space king

but even now as the sweet children's rhyme remixes in my head

im still on the verge of self-destruction




II

i woke up this morning

rose the bottle to my lips

one remembrance shot of that self-inflicted mourning

so i said a little prayer i didn't mean

only after the courage from a jack daniels kiss

word.














and mo' fukas im ordering plaid pants tomorrow.

so suk it.

I confess everyone is overweight and I'm obsessed
Talking is just masturbating without the mess
Addiction leaves you sad today & unimpressed
I can't remember all the names .

Everyone you meet today
Is just so fucking lame .

I'm upset that happiness is not a fish that you can catch.

Snow is gay. Not trying to offend anybody with my choice of words, but sorry, it's gay beyond all means. In the past three weeks I have been to school 4 days. I'm to the point where I want the snow to stop so I can go back to school because it actually gives me something to do. I've Halo 2ed myself out, hate seeing an IM window, and I can't drive anywhere because I've used all the gas up in my car. I never thought I'd say I want to go back to school but I do.

And my friends, the world is now going to end.

I became really sick last night, but I did figure something out about myself. And it is:


THE RULE OF THREE
-Three pots of coffee a day.
-Three packs of cigarettes.
-Three x three Dr Pepper.
-Three hours of xbox live.
-Three hours on msn/myspace/this.
-Three poems.
-Three hours of sleep.

Kind of cool, if I do say so myself.





You know I never thought until now, what I would do if I finally caught a squirrel with my bare hands. So, now my friends, I will go ponder this and begin to take care of my list.

So here's a poem for ya'.

Please let this keep me sane, baby.

Normally, I'll have a rad line to start my poems

to get my mind to start flowing

but not tonight

because this rhyme is not something

I would share with my predecessor poets

it's just to show how apathetic my life is

because I've noticed all my rhymes sound like

ghetto white kids back when Vanilla Ice

was big. And it's wild, because I write about

getting drunk and how fucked up life is

then I drive around forever going

95 miles per hour dodging cops

like a god damn coward,

then I take coffee shots with cigarette chasers

and make magic rhymes about it.

About how I spend twenty dollars a week

on two habits I shouldn't even be old enough to have yet.

And I had this epiphany when I noticed

my midnight brew was blacker than my tshirt is

and it still wont even fit my needs.

But lately my poems have been

kind of lame,

just like this one

wrote only in hopes

of keeping me sane.