Another work in progress for the new album “Ramblings of an Annoyed Poet”
Sometimes I wish I could just lose this world. Like just for a day can I sit on top of a mountain and just be, breathe some real fresh air and clear my head from all the day-to-day crap I am forced to deal with. I hate the fact I get so mad at stupidity, I don’t like being mad at anything but this world has really cut my patience. I constantly go back and forth when it comes to social media. On the one hand it helps promote my work but on the other hand there is soooo much crap out there! The one thing people love to do is air out all their problems, not petty shit but personal stuff that no one really should hear about. I kind of want to tell people that Facebook or whatever is not going to solve any of those issues.. The fact that I know your shit actually makes things worse and also can everyone stop looking like such tools in their photos? I mean when did being attractive mean flaunting your boobs or throwing down some of those god awful duck faces? Oh and dudes, No one gives a fuck about how in shape you are. I mean taking a photo once in a while as a personal progression thing is cool but douche bag photos are not cool… Don’t be afraid to call people out on this bullshit either. This world needs for realness and less of all that other crap..
I always think about death or rather the years after dying. Being a poet and someone who doesn’t say things just to say them, I wonder how long my words will last? Will people be like “Hey man, a good friend of mine told me this is the best way to do that” (something like that) or will shit go on like no one ever knew I spoke? I think I’ve made a big enough impact that my words will stick around for a bit but honestly it scares me that maybe all the work I’ve done or whatever will go away like it didn’t mean anything..
I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t care about my legacy… It’s actually one of my obsessions and life goals. I want to have a positive effect on as many lives as I can. I don’t need to be named, just don’t want to be forgotten… ever.
It’s 3am and this is whats on my brain…
Originally posted on From Thoughts to Poetry: The Journey Back:
Some days I want to give in
Say fuck it
Let the world spin
Fall into the plan
Bathing in this filth and sin
Wash away my pain
With a bottle of gin
Forget about my friends
Disappoint my kin
Not sure where I’m going
And I don’t know where I’ve been
Feelin like a donkey waiting for the pin
These feelings overwhelm
No signs of slowin
Hopefully I’ll be back in a min
This is where I am suppose to rise
But not lately
Only internal tears in these mental eyes
Only deep breaths and sighs
My stomach twists at the thought
Of dying as just another guy
Going to sleep now
Riddled with these thoughts of my
The things I miss
Nothing like trying to do this and drive on slushy roads.. good times.