from ghosts that haunt my other half

take my advice

or take my advance

i give myself a shepards staff

to justify demands

and if you shine a light

behind my darker eyes

you’ll find the truth i’m hiding

the thorn grown in my side

and if you see the flaw in me

i’ll burn the ground around your feet

if i can’t see my comfort through

i’ll take it out on you

I’ll keep behind misquoted lines

let you see my violent mind

and tear you down to lift me up

burnt the bridge that once was mine

Writing.

My writing goes through phases, and a good phase hasnt come on by in a while. The strongest motivator i have for writing is some form of sad state of mind, and ive been pretty good with life these days. But alas, here i am writing on my tumblr. Theres a ton i have that i could write about, but i just dont know how to start.

I think its because ive always written for myself, as a sort of dumping ground for deep or depressing thoughts. I havent really written with intent of other people reading, which makes writing about good memories seem unnatural to me, because im pretty good at remembering them without literary aid. I promised my awesome girlfriend i would give this a shot though, so we shall see how it goes.

I guess thats a good entry point. If i were to write anything about life being good the first thing to mention would be Megan Koontz. It was an absolutely ridiculous ride leading up to dating, but it was totally worth it. Im still learning how life with a serious relationship works, and sometimes its not so easy, but thus far i think im still the luckiest guy in the world. I know that sounds cheesy, which is another reason i probably avoid writing about happy things, but its true. this is her:

aspeckledbird.tumblr.com

I write better about her in lyric than in paragraphs, but just scroll on down to the previous months and you can read my not-so-secretive sad poems about wishing i was with her.

OK. thats enough happy-serious writing for now. Im going to go eat some cankus.

heyo

i tried to write a song

but the words all came out wrong

it seems my soul that cannot weep

just won’t get along