Did i hurt you?

But did i hurt you

yes i understand

it’s a bit egotistical

again

an assumption

i wished

and just happened to get

at one point the likes of you

and couple more gals after that

i was in lust

didnt find the answer though,

it hurts

knowing i really fucked it up

so was it i

that made you cry

hit the pillow

wake up in tears

was that me?

well dear i’m sorry

i’m no longer trying

i’m doing

being, i mean

give me a shot

another chance

no?

i understand

Why?

Abstract: A young man is forced into a dark cellar. Where in wich he reads and writes after all the drinking has finished.  While he awaits with another man. What would be your last words on this very earth?

WHY?

“Why?” The voice asked on the other side of the stoned wall. It was a hard question to answer, much to the extent that I was unsure what the right answer could be, the possibilities were endless.

Staring at The Stars from The Gutter

You could prep yourself a thousand times

Going through all the freakin goddamn possibilities

All the ways she could say no

But it’s like preparing yourself for your own death

If A Girl Like You Is Left To Worry

If a girl like you is left to worry

Than what is left for me to think?

Graduation Gift

Some things are obvious because they are in the distance, and some things are not seen because they are right under are noses. But how about this for a change, lets focus on our goals, instinctly of course and see where that takes us. And the future? Fuck it. Causee tonight were young and even though we know the future is waiting for us, lets not spend time thinking about and make stupid mistakes. Cause some consequences won’t happened for a while.

Graduation Gift

Something Is Missing

Its weird I got this feeling

Like something is missing

Cause recently

I thought I

Discovered who I was

As my friend wouldn’t stop yelling at me

In a drunken way

The simple question

“Who areyou?”

In Between

A titillated dirty old man

In between stained and dirty young women

Lies

I Love Writing About Women

I love writing about Women

( An Essay on What Inspires Me)

                I love writing period. Or at least that’s what I say to most people when they ask what my hobbies are. But the truth is that I always cut myself short of telling the truth, the full sentence would most likely read, I love writing about women. Because there is something about destroying reality and creating fantasy that is so appealing. It’s like playing God, I once heard Hemmingway wrote a book about his real life relationship. The girl broke his heart so he kills the character that was based off her in the end. Again like playing God. Women are what inspire me to the core, it’s amazing that they have that ability to do such things. Like my favorite author once wrote, being a man I’m able to write and make up a man’s point of view. But I have so much trouble coming up with women in my novels, because I am not one of them, so I gain inspiration from real life events. And finally to the core, women are simply fun to write about, there are not enough words to truly describe a women so others would understand. Yet somehow when someone’s read those black letters on a page everyone’s stills imagines a women there. I love writing about women, period. At least that’s what I should tell people.

Giving It All Away

We each gut fucked in our way. That’s kind of unique don’t you think? Cause even though every person in the whole world know that we each get down, and feel self conscious. The way we get down is unique to our situation. Why are you down? Did you get fucked in your own way? Still that makes you unique in a world where Warhol describes that we all get the same soda can.

Giving it All Away

We Should All Dress as Lions

We should all dress

As lions when we’ve had

To much to drink

Cause

I want to call all the pretty girls

Baby

And so liquid courage help me

To say something

Worth remembering

Or regret in the

Morning