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Right now I’m sitting here at the end of the line
Hoping to describe this to you for the last time We saw each other today, quick glance, a frown Remember when we went out of our way to smile? I don’t remember doing anything to hold you down We use to go a thousand leagues, that extra mile. Right now I’m sitting here approaching the line Trying to describe this to you one more time You could lift my spirit with a look Remember how it all started with a glimpse With a handful of words, my heart you took Just one single moment, it hasn’t been the same since. Right now I’m running far from that line Does this really have to be our last time I miss you so much that I feel I need you These thoughts are always teeming How can we so easily give up, remember what we have been through We use to spend our time longing and dreaming Right now I’m trying to erase this line How could I be running out of time I just want you to love me for me We’re drifting away and I cannot make her I have always know we were meant to see (be) Things can be grounded, back to what we once were. So here we are on the line Staring across at each other for what could be the last time You’re truly a good friend, dare I say the best? Repair doesn’t happen in a day, of that I was shown So walk with me, prove things aren’t like the rest We can break this stride and find out rightful tone My friend….I miss you, with me you’ll never be alone
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Silence is my weapon
Best weapon I’ve ever had Done with talk, arguing, and fights These things my quiet will fill Biting my tongue when asked to speak This cup full of words I will no longer spill. Silence is my weapon I hope it strikes true Wounding without swords or words Hurting you with no signs Finished with opening myself up and sharing Telling my stories with my body and mimes. Silence is my weapon You’ll never get anything but Going out on a limb could bend or break me My verbal thoughts can be a big deal Used words are dangerous so think deep These are wounds that may not heal. Silence is my weapon I will leave you with nothing. This story took place during the summer around 2002-3. I'm not a hundred percent what year it occurred but I do remember all that happened during this time. My best friend at the time was a kid named Levi. Him and I had been friends for years at this point. We loved fishing so much that we would do everything we could to catch fish. We would wade through gross waters and come home smelling like dirty stagnant water and fish. It was always catch and release fishing because the fish we caught you didn't want to eat. There was a chance of getting sick. We enjoyed it very much despite the gross and the inability to really enjoy the fish we were catching. We had certain spots we would hit every year. My favorite spot was at my dads house, he had a pond on his property. I grew up fishing in the old small pond but Levi had never tried his luck. Well we both decided to try it out at the beginning of the summer to see how our luck would go. Catching fish all day was a chore. Every time we went out it was in one of three possible spots. Around the edges it was covered with moss and cat tails so it was possible to fish there but rough. The next spot was aboard this raft in the middle of the pond that was tied to an anchor along the bottom. The issue with this raft is its only surrounded by the deepest parts of the pond. It wasn’t usually the best spot to fish for bass. The last and the best was to fish off of this small row boat which you could use to get to the best areas. This boat i have fallen out of many many times for some reason. I was the only one of us it would happen to. It was like the boat dumped me out every chance it got. This was a month long fishing expedition between my best friend and I. It meant the most to me because friends have always been an important part of my life. The laughs, the talks, the arguments and the hunt for Big Bertha! She was one giant fish that broke all our lines and took so many good lures from us. It was also one of my first experiences with beer, unknowingly to my father it was taken from his garage fridge. And shortly followed by my first experience with throwing up and realizing just how much fish loved to eat puke....... gross. If you were to add a bigger and badder enemy, some kind of exciting story line apart from sitting and fishing and basically change the entire story around it would make an awesome heartfelt 80s movie. I picture a White Water Summer meets Stand By Me with a dash of The Goonies kind of movie if that puts some perspective on what I'm picturing. But in the end it was two friends who fished a small pond everyday for a month and spent most of it sunburned and unwashed. Despite all of that it was a simpler time and I hope my daughters enjoy some simpler times like I have. Unless you have sometime to slow down and do something you love you won't have any kind of meaningful moments in a persons life. Thank you :)
I am the unknown
Effects: (tends to cause) -nervousness -destruction -rebellion -hopelessness -war -slavery -impatience -seeing shadows -genocide -understanding -color blindness -peace -feeling lost -diarrhea -love -depression -upset stomach -closeness -anxiety -indigestion -zen -building of society -wakefullness -sleepiness -narcolepsy -insomnia -restless legs -restless minds -restless hearts -hallucinations (visual, auditory) -drug dependence -gateways -death -happiness -bitterness -completeness If after coming in contact with the unknown you develop any of these symptoms, just keep trying because we don’t know any better than you how to deal with this shit. Good luck and don’t panic! I am disabled…
And it’s me causing it. Waiting for nothing Hating every minute of it. Expecting change in places (areas) Insanity is what I call it. Always looking down in life Never seeing much of it The Bright side of life Who fucking needs it I’m me who is me noticing you, noticing me And man do I love it Is it time to go yet Because I am so over it |
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