A friend of mine a year or so back for my birthday gave me a scented candle that smelled like a cupcake. I kid you not, this thing I think was a cupcake. I don’t understand how people make those things. Seriously did they take a cupcake and shove it into a candle’s container and say, hey here’s your candle. This can’t even be a candle, it smells so good you can’t trick me. ...
Here is the second part to last night’s poem To sleep At night I must Believe In love Not just Hate To live A life In favor Not disgrace To hide away To save face To leave Escape this place To forgive My sins Is to Forget the world And all It’s hate To believe In destiny But not One’s fate I do Deserve To live again To live A life Not burn In sin I do Deserve To see The sun To see The darkness Of the world Undone ...
Mona Lisa smiles at me Perfect teeth but somehow wrong She looks and stares but cannot see She holds her pose forever strong Such confidence in a twisted smile But what could it mean Is it happiness in a vial Or maybe she can see behind the scenes But the smile stands for only one thing A secret kept far from the world A heart song plucked from a string A love note never unfurled The base of music and sight The sound of a storm An answer to human kinds plight The world a moth to butterfly transformed But she keeps this to herself Caught only in a little smile A book gathering dust on a shelf A man in jail waiting for a trial But the secret that was never told Seen only in a paintings smirk Forever forgotten in a world of old But seen only by those who know its works
This monk was working at a monastery bakery called The Jam Pot in Michigan. He looks really funny, no reason behind this post. Just random impulse.
This is the first of a two part poem. the next will come tomorrow night. The answer. I hate not being able to sleep at night. Why can’t I sleep Late at night Why can’t I believe In the light Why can’t I love And only hate Why can’t I forgive Life’s disgrace Why can’t I forget Your words Why can’t I feel The pierce of A sword Why can’t I live the life I hold In my hand Why can’t I stop my life From slipping away Like sand Why can’t I remember The name On the grave Why can’t I see the path I have paved Why can’t I sleep Late at night Why can’t I stop This battle tonight
I really, really hate it when at a restaurant they put lemon slices into your glasses of water. It ruins the water entirely. I have four theories as to why someone might commit this heinous crime. They are punishing us for not spending ridiculously large amounts on sodas or other beverages we don’t necessarily need but want. If they ruin the water, the customers need to drink something, as in my case while eating at a spicy Thai restaurant, so the customers will be forced to either endure the gross lemon water or spend large sums of money on something else. ...
These are just for you Golnoosh!!! Here are the rock piles I was talking about in Bend Oregon.
Yeah, a weird title I know, but lets face it, I am a little strange. So I just saw the movie District 9, in it this guy becomes an alien due to some canister thing exploding some sort of black liquid in his face. Today I went to Downtown Santa Cruz with my Dad and little brother and we ate at the sushi place called Shogun. Being Santa Cruz you don’t want to use any restrooms while you are down there because…. well figure it out yourself, just let me say it isn’t pretty. So I go to use the Shogun bathroom and they have a key apparently which this lady hands me in a very unfriendly way I might add. ...
Alright, so here it is, I may know you or I may not. That isn’t what matters, what matters is a voice, for now that voice just might be mine. If you wish to listen please I invite you to partake. No promises though, this is me and only me speaking to you. You may be my best friend, you could be my enemy, you might be my family, or maybe a total stranger. I am here to share a world that is separate from yours, it is my world. Have mercy is all I am going to say, this is my beginning and I have to learn to crawl before I walk. Here is the beginning of my sojourn, you may follow if you dare.
Dare you read what I have to say Be ready and be warned For the words I swear will hold sway Inside this book lies my hopes and dreams Behold my world My darkness, my thoughts and fantasies Every word I write Every verse or story holds a world Inside these words I write depict a fight Do not take lightly what I say Perhaps you understand But if not you will one day Here lies a world no one has seen A world untamed and unscreened Here my friends I am queen Queen of these damned forgotten souls These words a story Of the devil’s uncollected tolls If you dare have heart or stomach to hold Please my friends and enemies take part Come one Come all To my sweet darkened world Every word you see isn’t a word at all Please understand my warning To those who choose to partake In this book is my heaven my hell Here lay words that Make the world bow with only one shake