You Know You Drunk

You know your drunk

When moments of your life

Seem to skip before your eyes

And that pretty girl

You were talking to

Is talking to that guy

You Made Me

You’ve had those moments

In your life

When you realize the memory

Of you walkin alone in the street

Drunk as all you can be

It’s A Five Letter Word

It was one of those nights. A mixture of rum, straight and mixed vodka. A couple stolen beers. A constant attempt at grabbing a broad, and end up grabbing the wrong one. A late night classic fist fight, ending with a bloody shirt and broken glass. A small blackout, and a rambling mad man who thinks he might be able to write contemplating on the unfinishednight. It’s unfinished, like my life, and drinking problem.

It’s A Five Letter Word.

The Names That Matter

It the oldest story in the book. He desires the one thing he can not have.

The Names That Matter

A Song of Despair

Pablo Neurda. Body of A Women and 19 other poems. And he meant every one of them, or at least thats how they can be read. And a song of Despair. Sometimes it’s not all fun and games. And sometimes you could be feeling something for what your looking for not the chick that is actually there in front of you. Sometimes it’s the situation that is perfect not the girl.

A Song Of Despair

The Sun Will Rise Again

Sun Will Rise Again

And the say the sun will rise again

and im sure to believe them so

cause every time you smile

i don’t care to wait for the sun anymore

 

I Saw A Movie Once

I saw a movie

Where the most

Memorable line

Was

That smile is going to be end of me

Too Many Times

Too Many Times

(A Rambling Drunk Essay)

            I drink to much. It just happens. I don’t plan it, it just happens that Jack Daniel finds me after a long game of hide and seek. Man I wish that I was a good writer describing what I do so everyone understands how I feel, but the problem is the computer buttons all keep moving apart, so I have a lot of trouble writing stuff down. But anyway I will describe to the best of my knowledge what happened today, it simply didn’t work out with the babe.

Rena And Todd

A dear Friend said you can only choose two of these three qualities in a women either beauty, sanity, or smarts. Which would you choose?

Rena and Todd

I Love Smoking

 I Love Smoking

(An Essay On A Constant Vice/Hobby)

I love smoking, killing myself slowly watching the smoke float away into the dark desolate night. It’s that moment when you first buy the pack, still in its wrapper. Usually I just pick up the basic Marlboro red, it’s the easiest way to die. Also I like to call them death sticks, it really paints a picture about trying to smoke. Death sticks, I just like the sound of it. The way the tips all point up when you open the pack, waiting to be burned alive. The way the smoke just seems to balance right on the side of your lips, it’s like they just like to be burned alive. I love smoking, because it’s not like I’m committing suicide outright, I’m simply letting life have it’s shot at me. It takes awhile. The way the lighter burns up against paper, it lights the world up for a second. The way the smoke paints a lively picture against the backdrop of cold and often harsh nights. Smoking is a safe haven, the way the first puff is always clawing it’s way down your throat trying it’s best to not be pushed out. The way the smoke after climbing the mountain in your throat it settles in the pits of you lungs, simply lounging away as it kills. And after the first puff is pushed out, all you want is more. Smoking kills, but then again so does life.