fuck the doctors office, i want fireball

Some days are better than others

I have peanut butter under my fingernails

And blood in my hair.

I can tell today will become nothing but

Annoyance and anxiety. My thumb

Nails don’t match. And my socks are

On backwards. I don’t know how to

Spell any of the states correct.                                                        

And my car died. The highway

Is full of dbag drivers and

Souls of the dead haunting us

As we take exit 89.

If you shop at the truck stop

You are a fucking creep

The letters in between these

Lines say fuck off dude.

The words that roll of my mouth

Come from the idea of you.

Don’t drink all the coffee, black

Is my favorite kind.

The mailbox is overflowing with

Months worth of mail. No

I don’t check that regularly

Nor do I answer my phone.

mhmmm

Poem 

Why are we

so in love

with the girl

who sings to the moon?

Why do we

want what

we can’t have?

Why is the one

who we love so dearly 

gone from this life?

i played with the baby goats and ate black berry ice cream this weekend.. i am alive

Between you and me

Here is a cigarette to share

And some news to hear.

The search for lost music

Is still in session.

Don’t miss out,

Bring all the folks you know,

Not the egg yolks.

Don’t forget the trumpet and

tell Danny that

His order is here.

The search for lost souls

Will start after midnight’s past.

I remember the stupidest things,

And never understand

The real news.

People talk to me but I

Hear nothing.

My soul speaks to

The ones who know

What love is.

And to the ones

Who know what death can do to you.

If you have a blue heart, 

please leave.

peach yogurt flies.

scattered in my mind
thoughts of life never come back
the scary part is, she is my mother.
and the planet isn't doing so hot.
if we want somewhere to live,
you should start recycling and
act like you give a fuck.
baby turtles are dying because
of sick humans like you.
the gum on my shoe is from
last night's concert.
my mind is blown into a
million little pieces
because you don't know
the world is ending
and I do.

let's make love on a boat to the end of the world.

let's take a boat 
all the way to the end of the world
just you and me
let's figure this sea out.
together and see what it really is
the two of us together
and the open sea. 

office daze

tuesdays are terrible
they are worse than mondays
shoes untied, no coffee,
long day.
pens with no caps
and bathrooms with no toilet paper
when will this day end?
three dollar lotto tickets,
i hope we win big.

mhmmm....

I SAW JOHN MAYER LAST NIGHT AND THAT WAS AMAZING...DUHH....
THANK
YOU
FOR
FILLING
MY
SOUL
 YOU
   BEAUTIFUL
     HUMAN
          XXXOO
                  TORRRRYE

BØRNS - The Search For The Lost Sounds

just dreaming of you and me, and all the things we can do. dreaming of how it will be and how it should be, just me and you.

the middle of the sunflower makes me smile.

these shapes remind me of you in the sunlight
golden light seeps through, your smile lights the room.

the days when shoes weren't on and dirt under your nails
where did they go?

cows in the field, far away, they make eye contact
only when you drive away.

the house down the road is owned by farmer,
but no one knows his name.

the drops of August rain come down on me,
I can feel them on my skin.

don't forget about the backyard love we made last year,
i can still taste you on my mouth.

there were sidewalks that lasted forever,
and I vividly remember them.

Toads in the trail, and the golden behind me.
you can smell the Fall air.

I will eat dinner when I make it back home.
Forks, spoons and knives all scratch the plate.

For sale signs remind me our first house,
a glass window taller than dad.

Cause when you're done with this world,

You know the next is up to you.

And his wife told his kids he was crazy,

And his friends said he'd fail if he tried,

But with a will to work hard,

And a library card,

He took a homemade, fan-blade, one-man submarine ride.

COLD SHOULDERS.

I can’t help the way my lips reflect the way I love you

The ocean, her breeze takes me back to old days in 1999

Colors like blue and green make me happy.

My shoe laces are never tied, my heart is very tired.

Words, I catch them in my right ear, while I hear music in my left.

The room I’m in reminds me of my mema’s old house.

But I can’t see the fireworks in this back yard.

Time will come, when the little black man knocks on your door.

Don’t let any strays in, just the downstairs neighbor.

I worry about my mother, as she is alone.

But I know she has a very strong and old soul.

The light at the end of this tunnel seems dim,

But I won’t know till I’m completely in.

US History II just got cancelled, like my favorite tv show.

I can’t remember where we first met, but I can

Remember the first time we kissed.

I wish my house was built with a cemetery around it.

The dead are a nicer people than the living.

SAME

the i poem, with random punctuation. 

I wonder what I look like when I walk away

I wonder what I smell like when I breeze by you

I wonder how my nose looks from your perceptive

I wonder what my brain looks like under a microscope

I wonder what my cat thinks when I say goodbye in the morning

I wonder what my neighbors think when they hear me screaming and im the only one home

I wonder where we will be in 20 years

I wonder if ill still eat chocolate when im old

I wonder if I will enjoy the colors orange and yellow years from now

I wonder if my mother will meet my first child

I wonder if ill ever get a grip 

I wonder if anyone even reads this.

journal entry from who the hell knows when...

i wish my life could be seen in black and white 
with seaside by devendra playing on repeat as background noise
i don't want to speak 
i want to be seen by ryan and family but i wish
it was silent only with seaside playing. 

you have cute thumbs.

TACOCAT  

RED HAT

RYAN'S UNDERWEAR.

SAME HAHA

Tiny.

Make me want to love you

Make me dance on the horizon with no shoes

 Make me love life more.

Make me kiss you in the rain

Make me love you on the beach past midnight

Make me believe we are stronger together

Make me believe the world is a happy place

Make my thoughts smell like lemons

And make them be seen like stars. 

Make me want to love you forever.

 Look, here are we

On this starry night, staring into space

And I must say

I feel as small as dust lying down here

What point could there be troubling?

With an apostrophe, so the bird owns it.

What a wonderful time it can be

With my knees touching the ceiling

I can imagine what the bird’s point of view is

The world seems smaller from this corner

The earth smells like fresh cut grass and lilies.

As we run into the lavender fields I lose you

But we will meet again my butterfly friend.

A baby poem

I get myself in situations and I can’t get out.

I look to the moon and wonder.

What would my life be with you?

What if you were alive today?

I could tell you my favorite color.

We could finally play catch.

I can hear your laugh touch my soul. 

I miss you dad.

Paperclips fly in the midnight sky.

My mind explores the time between now and space

Memories of you fade

Memories of us fade

Along the way down I met an old soul

One nice enough to lend me a sweater on this chilly day

Ants crawl up my human leg 

One day the world won’t be round

Sonication: Pollination by Vibration

https://www.nytimes.com/video/science/100000005041278/why-bumble-bees-buzz.html?rref=collection%2Fsectioncollection%2Fscience&action=click&contentCollection=science&region=rank&module=package&version=highlights&contentPlacement=2&pgtype=sectionfront

i've listened to this video probably 10 times since last night..it is so intriguing. I LOVE LOVE LOVE the banjo...I wish I could play....well i can.. just need practice...and a banjo

HAHAH

AHAHA 

i hope you enjoy ~~~

Your shoe is on wrong. 

The purple moon sunshine
My heart sings for all the lovers
blueberry smoke fills the sky
clouds dance along the horizon
 a babies laugh so precious
All the women form a line
Mothers with children to the night
and ladies who were alone to the left.

IT IS FRIDAY BITCHE$$$

the beautiful simple things....