Fun Hangz By The Fire. I Sit In Wonder, Feeling Like Some Warped Wire. Eyes Stare Back At Me Across The

Cigarettes around a Campfire

There’s seven billion people in the world. There’s 300 million Americans in this country. And 10 million fuckers in the god-forsaken state. But there’s something about you, out of the millions and billions that surround me. You have this aura that attracts me in ways beyond my five senses can fathom. I tell myself a hundred times a day, these fancy clichés, to try and create a happier alternative. While you understand the physics behind what truly makes this 4,000 mile wide Mother Earth go round. You like downers, while I pull up any chance I get. You’re the yin to my yang. Let’s mix and melt together into something far beyond grey. No colours can match your smile and that spark in your eyes that burns like a bonfire in my heart. So let’s gather around the campfire to sing silly songs and smoke silly things. Let’s eat something a little funny and see what the night brings. There’s an empty seat to my right. Will you be my left-hand man just for tonight? I want you to leave your worry at the door, there’s no room for that here. Another cigarette while you drink your beer. Let’s talk about how our paths crossed, if they’ll connect again, or if they might have to part. But before we do, just give me a little longer to cherish this night in my heart.

A trippy write.

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she is my little ball of sunshine. Lucy

Midnight Green

Feeling loose watching you seduce Covering fifty shades of green as my eyes drift off-screen Off the air as I slip into a dream scape. Escaping from the person I once met I once knew you in a different light The moon was first shining so bright in the middle of the night Reflecting over the still lake hiding our skeletons in the deep Cause we flood empty lakes with dead bodies and tweaks And twerps that hate from the other side of the street

Our friends all sit by the handmade bonfire While you play me like static on a wire Static on the TV, watch and see Me rising up and then tumbling down Well, that’s part of the process Just don’t ask me questions I can’t possibly confess Because you know the answer so why make me the weasel Of this reality that feels so surreal, it’s too much evil You’re asking me to spill. I know you’re smarter than you appear And I’m waiting for your skeletons to tell me your biggest fear While I lie in front of many with my hand full of drink As my mind begins to stretch and shrink Telling me you know what’s for the best When you struggle on your own and I’m struggling Watch you count your stacks, start hustling Because we’re all in the same game, but on different levels Dealing with the same Hell but different devils

Don't get barred out in this house - holycrimes 

Stitches and bitches. Oh, and codeine.

You will never find peace in me When you long for the touch of someone else’s Fingers slipping and sliding throughout your veins Riding on the tides that turned

Washed out, my eyes be closed Since whenever you stopped looking at me the same And there’s no one to blame But myself for misguided actions Like kissing scars and running with wolves With the moon on my mind I fake my breaking smile Sweet mistake, stay a while

Thursday was my 21st birthday and this weekend had proven several impacting things. Through stressful times, the ones you love will always shine through. We’ve lost a lot, but gained so much in perspective. And I’ve really let myself open up to new possibilities and new friendships. buriedinleaves, ganjareaper, holycrimes, entrophe It’s a beautiful mess, but shared with beautiful people.