October 2011
10 posts
riley escobar
they call me hr paperstacks
watch so much katt I gave myself cataracs
September 2011
12 posts
love: an inordinate amount of feeling towards an inexplicable thing
ever have that moment where you realize, I’ve seen this person a thousand times but I’ve never really looked at them
cause I just seen my ex-girl standing with my next girl
why me?
Death Wish
Why? How could he do this to me? As though the last thoughts of a man on his death bed were about how his death would affect you. I always thought my fear of dying was that I wouldn’t be remembered. But my greatest fear is that the message of my death will be twisted and distorted; so this is my death wish: please forget me. But why would I expect you to honor my death wish when your first...
never fall in love with a John Mayer fan.
slowly alienating all those who are close to me
I fall for the good in people.
these words are not my own
this house is not my home
this vessel containing my spirit does not match the person that I am
identification, motivation, dedication
to a me that exists only in my mind
but that is the realest me that you will find.
losing myself, in music
more and more I find the words spoken in rhyme to a soft beat speak to me.
knowing I shouldn’t like it because of the color of my skin
but everyone has a story to spin
and it takes me to a higher place
like the green I inhale to my face
it lifts me off my feet
like the rose that grew from concrete.
“Every generation gets the art it deserves. They listen to our music but they...”
