I’m embracing my obesity, screaming out obscenities while exploring new scenery. I dream of women popping bubbly. My men got the shrubbery but I’m not into greenery. See I ain’t about that life, I’m just looking for a wife. Yeah, the cars, clothes, hoes, and shoes are nice! Yet the only thing fit for a king is a queen so tell me what material things should mean to me?
That was a personal foul on my part. *Note to self: Don’t use sexual quips as compliments on tumblr*. No type of dismissive-ness implied. I could have just said “those are really great pictures” instead of “I just ejaculated in my pants six times”. That was quite unreasonable. I was called “fucktard” and “asshat” for that too. Embarrassing!
Brain and Thunder Storming
Fighting these writings
Rain pouring down
Immensely brainstorming now
Flooding the grounds
With deafening sounds.
*Dreaming Of The Perfect Girl*
I want to date a woman with a really artistic personality. Someone with talent. A great person to share my creativity and imagination with. A wit-matching, fun-loving, warm-hearted young lady. Size and height don’t really matter. I do lovelove-handles though. Natural hair as well. It would be nice. Dre’, that’s why you call yourself “Dreamer”.
I love all shades of women!
Today my father’s “friend” came over and she brought her son with her. He seems to be a good kid. The kid is only 16. Before I even greeted him I had my mindset on giving off a “I don’t want another brother” or “I will not know you for long” attitude, of course I didn’t. However, I did laugh because he has a mowhawk. I let him play PS3 with me. I crushed him in Injustice and PlayStation All-Stars Battle Royale, but he beat me in NBA 2K13 (I just have NBA 2K13 to entertain guests, I don’t play that joint at all) 117-82. Afterwards I told him look through the music on my PS3, asked him one question. “Who’s your favorite rapper?”. With much enthusiasm he replied, “Soulja Boy!!!”. First off, I’m really wrong because I busted out laughing in his face. Then he laughed too, so for reaffirmation I asked again, and he was not joking! I pretty much gave up after that. Every time I needed to explain something to him from then was put in layman’s terms. Sadly, I feel like I cannot take that kid seriously anymore. I didn’t mean to ridicule him belligerently. He could be a really smart kid, just not smart enough to have a good ear for music. Although he blindly agreed to everything that I said. Evidently the young guy is a follower. Obviously they want me to play the role of life coach for him but I’m skeptical. Anyone who openly admits that Soulja Boy is their favorite rapper (to me) is either mentally challenged or so lost in life that they would rather stack the bread crumbs on a trail marking where they came from than following them. He could have been joking though. Heck of a joke if he was kidding!!!
That Kid Is Not Too Bad
While I was on lunch break at the Decoy, one of the older guys started telling me how great of a young person I am. It was quite random but he’s just one of many people who I have left my imprint of well-raised wisdom on. I totally credit both of my parents for molding me into the young man I am today. My parents may not have had the best relationship but they raised my brother, sister and I amazingly. From time to time I have gripes with the way my father tells me things or teaches me but all in all I take heed to it and eventually apply it. As for my mom, back in high school I would tell everyone that I hated her. I don’t, I may highly dislike her ways but I do not hate her. I can not take back all of the years I was a pure ass hole to my mother but I can make amends.
I have been noticing more and more that there are many people, the vast majority of my co-workers who see me daily, who have nothing but great things to say of me. It’s not an act for reward. I have been belting out that kindness runs the world. Being an asshole makes your own life harder. There are times where I was a disrespectful person to my ex and I admit that no one deserves the treatment she received when I flat out stopped talking to her directly in order for she and I to be over with. Many times in the relationship I came out of character. That is one person who may not ever have a good impression of me again.
In about 2 months I will be 22 years old and I am still growing, still learning, and at the same time still remaining the young gentleman my parents raised me to be. I’m still a kid but a very appreciative and courteous one.
No Longer A Home
This house is no longer a home,
My other has become insignificant.
The good times, conversations and sex are gone.
Over 10 years we have accumulated so much resent!
Going through each other’s emails, profiles and phones.
Arguing how to budget in order to pay our rent.
Clearly I am much better off living on my own.
Should be on Broadway for our family entertainment.
Act well composed but actually live in a somber tone.
When did our feelings be so indifferent?
We have to be the Vitamin D to our kids bones,
Breaking them up would only make their lives malignant.
Our relationship was built upon a drama free zone,
How long can we conceal such a bad accident?
A drama filled theater, this house is no longer a home.
Late Nights, Early Mornings
When will these nights stop ending so late?
When will these mornings stop starting so early?
Is it because there are good things on the way that I anticipate?
Or is it because unfortunate future events seem to unnerve me?
Love Vs. Hate
Love is kept in the attic,
Hate stays in the basement.
Love is held high by addicts,
But hate remains in-complaisant.
Love is resident to our hearts,
Hate nestles in our minds.
Love can be created with a spark,
Yet hate thunders down and electrifies.
Love makes butterflies flutter,
Hate makes moths flicker.
Love can be represented by vivid colors,
While hate offers hues lacking shimmer.
Where are you now when I need you the most?
How could my show go on without its beloved host?
I’ve never rehearsed this part of the script.
Footage of what used to be cycle my mind in clips.
We were stars together now we are undone,
Were becoming a house hold name yet we chose to run.
All of the pictures and chances of paternity we took,
Our to be continued is written in a discontinued book.
We’ve shared “I HATE YOU”s and we can’t take them back,
It was fate, It’s way too late, we have been reached our climax.
Seeing one post with Glenn and Maggie from AMC’s The Walking Dead inspired me to write that little poem. Spontaneous inspiration.
Earth as we know will never be the same. These zombies could be feasting on our brains. Luckily we have yet to be bitten. Our first kiss left me smitten. Everything around us becomes null void. Every sense of civilization has been destroyed. It is just us now. No governments or boundaries we can just skip town. All of the time I’m spending with you, fending off hordes of them with you. I only become a flesh eater when I am engaged in intercourse with you. We’re running for our lives. Protecting one another with guns and knives. Soul survivors. Sole survivors. Our love will last as long as shoe soles and tires. Every step makes us more adept, every driven mile makes us more vile. These monsters once had these same feelings. Yet their disease is incapable of healing. We quest on for paradise every moment we share in life. The sun may not ever shine again but I feel it beaming when I feel a brisk from your fingertips. I unclench my fist to grab you by the waist and kiss your lips. Sailing the seas of dead on a boat of love and companionship. An angelic yet diabolical couple, we are the beginning of the post apocalypse.