Let My Own Lack of a Voice be Heard

i could watch this all day.

lovers without love

this road has over taught me lessons
about my lonely soul
i am young and getting wiser,
soon i will grow old
trip my heart from misconceptions
fill my eyes with grief
let me make my own connections
in this endless sea.

oh muscle, cars, and endless bars, and shopping centers for the teams.
high price propane and crack cocaine,
and lovers without love like me.

i see so much my visions blurry,
in the world i live
if we’re to change them we must hurry,
the devil’s moving in.
love and hate can not see colors,
like the human eyes,
so priests and preachers, parents teachers,
don’t act so damn surprised

its the world we’ve made and living in
of greed lust and poverty,
of war and pride, teen suicide,
and lovers without love like me
from topless dances to Marilyn Manson
and lovers without love like me.

theres kids in gangs
we have coveted fame
we have sweat shops across the sea
we have abortive mothers,
we hate each other

theres lovers without love
theres lovers without love
theres lovers without love
like me

(Source: gayhyena)

(Source: theohpioneer)

Tryin to study....

Dad:: What are you doing?
Me:: .....Tryin to study.
Dad:: That means you're not.
Me:: Exactly.

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“There is something at the bottom of every new human thought, every thought of genius, or even every earnest thought that springs up in any brain, which can never be communicated to others, even if one were to write volumes about it and were explaining one’s idea for thirty-five years; there’s something left which cannot be induced to emerge from your brain, and remains with you forever; and with it you will die, without communicating to anyone perhaps the most important of your ideas.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

It’s been this kind of a day…..

“You’ll take advantage ‘til you think you’re being used
‘Cos without an enemy your anger gets confused
I got stuck on a side you know I never chose
But it’s all about taking the easy way out for you, I suppose
There’s no escape for you except in someone else
Although you’ve already disappeared within yourself
The invisible man who’s always changing clothes
It’s all about taking the easy way out for you, I suppose
Well I watch you making mistakes
I wish you luck, I really do
With the problem, with the puzzle
Whatever’s left of you
I heard you found another audience to bore
A creative thinker who imagined you were more
A new body for you to push around and pose
It’s all about taking the easy way out for you, I suppose
It’s all about taking the easy way out for you, I suppose”